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[h3][color=8882be][b]Eric Williams
Cafeteria A: Chaos[/b][/color][/h3]
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With a plate full of food, Eric exits the breakfast line and starts to make his way across the room, only to hear a familiar 'bwark' as the ground trembles. [i][color=8882be]"Oh no... You've got to be kidding me Isobel... Grarves, this early in the morning?"[/color][/i] Eric mutters to himself while he watches the land drake come bursting through the cafeteria doors. Watching the chaos unfold, Eric's eyes narrow as he catches Max exacerbating the situation. [i][color=8882be]Talk about chaos incarnate, dealing with him is going to be a risky business indeed.[/color][/i]
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[color=f26522]"Oi!"[/color] Isobel yelled out as she walked up behind Max, [color=f26522]"Spiky haired overly dressed bastard. Where the hell do you think you're going?"[/color]
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[i][color=8882be]Shit. This could go [b]very[/b] bad, [b]very fast[/b].[/color][/i] Eric thinks in sheer panic, one hand dropping to the hilt of his Estoc; only to relax moments later as Max chooses to run out with a well timed smoke bomb. Taking a deep breath to collect himself Eric steps forward through the smoke to Grarves, who he hand-feeds a piece of breakfast sausage before looking over at a still fuming Isobel. [color=8882be]"What is it with you and chaos, Isobel? I swear, wherever you go, trouble follows."[/color] Eric says, his tone dryly teasing, one hand idly giving Grarves chin scritches.