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Varis watched as Eris skipped off to deal with his newest mage and his new rat. Why in the world anyone wanted [i]that[/i] around their feet. Varis would step on it the first night but Eris was always whimsical. He’d probably lose interest in it fast enough. But he would admit watching Eris weigh his options, choosing dealing with the absolute mountain of things the actor likely had piled up and him, was fun but only because Eris made the right choice. 

[color=f7976a]“Very well.”[/color] Varis lead the pair of the shop. A black car pulled up in front of them and a mage stepped out, dressed in Noila colors, and held the door open for them as the slid in. [color=f7976a]“I’m ready to retire for the evening. Between the atrocity that is public transport and the idiocy of the masses, I’d rather never see this pathetic collection of buildings again. The sooner we are back at the dorms, the better.”[/color] Varis shook his head as he relaxed into the seat, leaning his head back.

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Count Julian switched to the metal rod halfway through the class, clearly displeased with Salem’s performance. The entire class was spent on the same lesson, how to properly enter the room and hold the bow until given the right to release and step out of the line of sight. Salem’s knuckles were split and long stripes of bruises painted the back of Salem’s hands. When the muted buzzer rang from his desk, Julian made Salem hold his bow for a few minutes longer as he cleaned the flecks of blood of the dark metal. 

[color=AFCD23]“You are dismissed. I recommend you try harder tomorrow. You may bandage your wounds but painkillers or other medical attention is not permitted.”[/color] The Count reminded him, not bothering to face the mage. 

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“You direct the blame.” Hannah shrugged. “Vampire heads are a bit trick but most of them open up when you shock them. Queeny will use me to plop an idea in her head. Turn the blame on one of the Nobles. Apparently, the Queen slapped one of the newbies with an investigation so we’re going to hop on that train and see if we can thin the hounds a little.” 

[color=39b54a]“You’re really just telling anyone what we’re doing?”[/color] Evalyn sighed with a shake of her head. It really didn’t matter. If the Hive wanted to do something, far be it from her to take issue. That was Rowan’s headache, not hers. [color=39b54a]“Anyways, we’re hitting up some rich brat of a mage “accessory” tycoon. Want to make a statement early in the year. If you’re with us, lets go.”[/color]

[color=steelblue]“And if you’re not-”[/color] Hannah cut off suddenly, her eyes glazing over before she blinked and her face turned sour, a bored look on her face. [color=steelblue]“We’ll drag you along kicking and screaming. Sorry Eva, Queeny needs Hannah’s skills over at the Arena. We’ll give her back in a bit.”[/color]