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Thanks, boss. Now, who wants to be friends with [this nerd](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74595/posts/char#post-2315890)?

_"They're catching up to you,"_ Cadwal remarked, and when [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) looked back, it was indeed so: Louise's posse had finished being held up by [Saoji](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325614) and [Ione](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2319919) and were now making headway towards him. _"Maybe I shouldn't have gotten up and continued reading?"_ _"Maybe. But if you walk any faster, they'll get suspicious."_ His appearance characteristically dull, as he wore only a simple shirt, jeans and converse shoes, all either grey or black and without print, he was passing close to [Harold](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325616), a brand-new student just like he was. _"That boy looks troubled. Must be a new student recently arrived. Could he be lost?"_ _"Let us find out,"_ Timothy decided. Gently approaching and putting on a smile, his voice was soft, had an English accent, and was deceptively effeminate as he went and greeted, "Excuse me. Do you need any help? You look like a new student, and quite lost." _"What a good boy, you are,"_ Cadwal half-mocked. _"Most people nowadays would find your approach strange and deceptive, you know."_ _"I thought you were all for me helping whenever I can,"_ Timothy thought back. _"I just hope you don't stumble over modern social codes and end up embarrassing yourself."_

##[Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) of the Lamenters ####Client World 576143290-B --- It was with startling immediateness not befitting his bulky appearance that Chalcedon directed the muzzle of his bolter towards the movement in the ruins. Autosenses tagging the dark shape, he awaited no answer from the people surrounding him due to the change in situation. Eyebrows furrowing behind the rictus face of his helm as the offending creature mocked the gathered group with an ugly alien laughter, he cast out his voice once more: **"Xenos?"** There was a split second between the last syllable and the roar of his bolter as he sent a burst of diamantine-tipped rocket-propelled grenades at the target.

> @SillyGoy: Dlanor's in a totally different place. ^^; Black Rock Shooter is there though. Sorry, boss. Fixing now.

Kneel before Chalcedon, for he is His Majesty's finest instrument of war, the Immortal Emperor's Angel of Death. Also, posted.

##[Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) of the Lamenters ####Client World 576143290-B --- There were two juvenile women, one deathly pale and dressed in a scandalously revealing outfit; while the other, a pretty blonde, was dressed in loose-fitting clothes, having headgear with googly eyes that would have looked better on her were she younger. Chalcedon counted six swords the man in lamellar armor, who returned the former's greeting with a "Hail!" of his own. Then there was a strange man in yellow, presumably powered, armor. Perplexed, but not too mindful of that fact that these four hadn't taken a knee in reverence before him, he noticed the imperial guardsman comically rolling down towards where he was. Under the shadow of the strange structure around which they had all gathered, the angel of death cast out his grim, loud voice, his stare unwavering through the armourcrys of his helm as he looked at each and every one of those present: **"A strange gathering of a wide variety of characters, ones that do not show respect to His Majesty's finest. I would mind this disrespect in any other situation, but having you lick my boots is not my priority here. I inquire, mortals: what, and where is this place?"**

Mattmanganon, [Bjorn](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2323638) and [Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) have great potential for a blossoming partnership.

Having just ate lunch, [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) was sitting on a bench at the foot of the male students' dormitory building, apparently engrossed in a thick but still portable book upon whose spine was embossed the title: _D-Day in the Pacific: The Battle of Saipan_. Thumbing the middle of his eyeglasses further up the bridge of his nose, he finished for the third time the page describing the Smith vs. Smith rivalry. _"You have reread this book already,"_ Cadwal's ghostly voice resonated in Timothy's mind. _"Does it interest you truly this much?"_ He flipped a page, revealing an infographic of American operations at the second week of the Battle of Saipan. _"It does,"_ he replied simply. _"Why?"_ _"War, while terrible, is fascinating."_ _"The war you are reading about is one without honor."_ _"Well, most wars are honorless,"_ Timothy replied. _"God's wars are full of it, however. I died in battle seeing the face of my killer. But these days, artillery has become more than just a siege weapon. Specters. You do not see the shell coming."_ _"You don't have to tell me, Cadwal. I know that much."_ _"I've told you before how we considered archery as something cowardly, but howitzers take it to a next level."_ Timothy physically smiled without knowing. _"Please, Cadwal, I'm trying to read here. Save your complaints about modern society for later."_ But the ghost's voice abruptly became solemn. _"You are going to have a difficult time. Raise your chin."_ Doing so, Timothy could not help but frown as he beheld Louise's armband-wearing posse like a national socialist marching band. He swerved his eyes left to right to find the source of their delay: a couple of freshmen, perhaps, just like him, being sized up by the runty gang leader. One was a girl who, according to Cadwal, "dressed like a witch," while the other was a boy who, still according to Cadwal, "dressed like a deviant noble," when Timothy first laid eyes on them. _"I wonder how you could not hear the chorus of boots falling,"_ Cadwal thought into Timothy's mind. _"I would rather not get involved here."_ Since the first day of the semester, Timothy had made effort not to let his powers be known, at Cadwal's counsel. Often seen borrowing, returning, or reading various books in the Library, he had summoned no Holy Ghosts at all in the past week, and only gives voice when he converses with Cadwal in the safety and privacy of his dorm room. Finding the student politics of the school distasteful, he wanted little to do with it all. Especially so with Louise's "posse of fearful thugs," as Cadwal describes them, not when they look like a radial political group with their armbands and collective movement. _"Get up and read somewhere else, then."_ _"I'll do that."_ Hoping his briskness and casualness would hide him in plain sight, Timothy promptly closed his book, sat up, began to walk away from the gathered crowd.

Making a post now, boss. Edit: Posted. Also, Saoji, you might want to put your character in the character tab. I was confused when he wasn't there, and had to thumb a page in the OOC. Will appreciate it greatly if you put him there, tovarisch.

>Balance him up, you silly goy. Right on it, boss. [Malcador](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74595/posts/char#post-2315890)'s been nerfed accordingly, and has only three combat enchantments he knows well, namely: the one where he releases a wave of fire, the one where he throws a fireball, and the one with the rocky spikes. I've also upped his age by two years. I will also nerf him further by maintaining his virginity, boss.