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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Dusk [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Overcast [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Arthur's Room [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Arthur Everwood [@Jumbus][/center]
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[color=A6E3FF]"I'm sorry Nana."[/color]

Arthur looked in the mirror contemplatively and sizing up the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/32/dd/c5/32ddc5e08c715ecb4106db070a2e5a31.jpg]suit[/url] he would wear for the night. It was a gift from his grandmother and one of the few things he had received from her since being at the Academy. She purchased a suit and shipped it over in the thought that he would be going to so many 'big-city events'. And of course, he wrote all about them in the letters he sent back. But he had lied to his grandma in those letters.

The truth was, due to all the trouble he caused in his first years, Arthur found himself banned from most of the grand social events. He could understand the Academy's decision considering there was a good chance he could ruin it. But it still hurt having to lie about that to the folks back home. While he wrote back about everything going swell, the suit just hung in his closet for the better part of a year.

When they lifted the ban so suddenly, Arthur was taken off guard. He was hardly some good little reformed student. But he could guess that his trouble-making tendencies had eased up enough to where they didn't see a need in keeping it up. Or maybe the headmistress secretly wanted him to shake up the whole ball. He chuckled to himself about the absurdity of the idea.

Either way, it was no secret that the young man had mellowed out somewhat from his start at the Academy. That could be a concerning sign that he was growing duller in his convictions. But Arthur knew that wasn't the case. If anything, there was only room to calm down from the firebrand he was only a year ago. The change was an improvement. Despite his current flaws, he might even impress a teacher or two now... 

He shuddered at the thought. [color=A6E3FF][i]Maybe not that far.[/i][/color]

Still, the Moonlight Marsequrade his chance to prove to the Academy that he could be somewhat trusted. If he were to screw it up, that's probably him banned from events for another year. So he had to be on his best behaviour. 

On the way out he snatched up a hip flask of some whiskey he bought from Walter a few days back and slipped it into his coat pocket. Even on his best behaviour, a few rules needed to be broken.

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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Evening [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Rooftop near the Ballroom [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Arthur Everwood [@Jumbus][/center]
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Some light rain was a non-issue for one of Arthur's mystic talents. He could sit outside as long as he wanted and remain completely dry. And tonight he was making use of such a talent sitting on a rooftop watching the lamplit street below. A gradual wind current churned above him to redirect the raindrops further down on the roof's decline.

His dorm was far too empty with everyone heading off for the ball and it was far too early to be considered fashionably late. So Arthur opted to spectate the other students filtering into the Ballroom's entrance from a distance. It was a passably entertaining sight, certainly helped along by the occasional swig of his flask. With any luck, he would be buzzed by the time he actually arrives.

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