Outside Hunting class, 7th period

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Blair was bouncing excitedly as he waited in front of the hunting class. Angel was in town and according to the radio, he had made it through the meeting with Mr. Winchester alive. Well, not alive but still breathing...or...whatever. There had been no killing and that was a good thing.

Such a good thing that Blair figured he should promote non-killing today as well and he waved his sign proudly.

Just Say No to Killing!
Please refrain from bringing sharp wooden objects to today's class

[ooc: Open for interaction, but only before 7th period starts]

The Salle; Wednesday Morning.

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Bearing her nodachi and a a grim expression, Setsuna Sakurazaki threw herself into her training that morning without abandon. Things had proved to her, once again, that this was the only thing consistent in her life; the swing of the blade, the rush of her wind attacks, the flips and spins and jumps. Until the day her arms were cut off or her legs destroyed, her heart stabbed and yanked out of her chest cavity, she would be a warrior.

She'd forgotten that. It was time to go back.

It appeared as though she was not the only warrior spirit nearby that morning. A few of the trolls had taken to watching her carefully, then immitating her, forming neat little ranks and following her example. Setsuna Sakurazaki did not notice the trolls; she was too caught up in her work to realize that she was unwittingly raising an army of Shinmei Ryuu trolls armed with clubs.


[[ salle's open, though Set does have RL german class to go to first ]]

Gym, Noon

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Pip taped a note onto the gym door.

Highly-trained mercenary seeks sparring partner for a quick spar. Human strength greatly preferred but not necessary.

He nodded at his note and went about hitting the bag, hoping someone would come in.

First Floor Garage, Wednesday Evening

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Sam was crouched down next to her swoop bike, making some adjustments to the clutch, which was sticking a little, and the brakes, which needed to be made much more solid if she was going to continue going at the speeds she wanted to.

She hummed tunelessly as she worked.

[ooc: Open to all, thread with Jack Harkness locked to them.]

Room 412, Sometime in the afternoon

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Ranma left a single rose with an illegible note attached. He tried to make sure no one saw him... If Setsuna looks really hard, she might be able to read "Ranma" on the bottom.

//I'm sorry for rushing you.
I hope you're doing well.
Please talk to me when you're ready.//

This part is probably too hard for her to decipher. Ranma really needs to start typing things instead.