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| Nanook | Oct 30 2010, 01:33 PM Post #1 |
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Tiasa Witchbane let out a rather obnoxious yawn as she entered her office on the main floor. She stretched her arms over her head, cracking various places along her spine and arms as she did so. The sensation was pleasant enough to her to cause a shiver to run down her spine as she retracted into a more relaxed position. The school’s guidance consoler walked around her desk, stacked with papers she had not yet looked at, to the counter at the back of her room. More importantly, she made her way directly to one of her many coffee makers she owned (she owned three). She flipped open the lid and peaked inside to fine the left over coffee grins from the night before still lingering within the machine, they were now cold, but still gave off the heavenly aroma she loved so much. “Good bye beloved coffee.” She mumbled with a small pout playing on her lips as she lifted the filter from the machine and cradled it over to the small garbage can beside her desk. After she said a sort good bye to the old coffee grinds she quickly went back to her coffee maker and proceeded to make a fresh pot. As the hot water dripped through the filter, Tasia plunked into her desk chair, reclining into the navy blue fabric to keep from pacing the floor. She watched each drop of coffee fall into the pot, silently wishing it would go faster. This was going to be the longest ten minutes of her life. |
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| Isura | Nov 4 2010, 02:32 AM Post #2 |
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Clara stood outside the entranceway to the office, as if posing for a picture to put beside the definition of neutral in the dictionary. Her orders were fulfilled and Tiasa was her master at the moment. She slowly tried to decided whether or not she should knock (since the door was open) or if she should just step inside. However, this was taking quite some time. |
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| Nanook | Nov 11 2010, 02:44 AM Post #3 |
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Tiasa sniffed the air to find that there wasn’t just the smell of coffee wafting through her room. The smell was slight and barely noticeable over the strong sent of Flogers, but it was unmistakable to be clay. The female werewolf turned away from her coffee maker just as the last drops of golden brown liquid filtered through to the waiting pot below. “Ah, you must be Clara, am I correct?” they didn’t have too many students here at Spectreaen, so it was easy for Tiasa to memorise names and faces. It also helped that this particular student in front of her was a Golem; one of few Golems Tiasa had met in her days. She turned away from the student for a split second to pour herself a cup of coffee. “Please sit,” she said motioning to one of two black pleather chairs on the other side of her desk. “What can I help you with today?” She asked taking a seat in her own black chair. Tiasa cradled the cup of coffee close to her, blowing across the surface to cool it a little before she took a slow sip, savouring the mouthful before she looked back up at the student in front of her. |
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