19 Mar 2023, 12:45
We Didn’t Start The Fire, It Was Always Burning
Three more resided in his hands. He would find a way to wreck havoc if needed. But perhaps, it was just a bit of common sense on his part. After all, it’s better to leave a name Dash and be known – then to not leave a name and not be known. Life is full of triple D’s, and they irritate the fuck out of us. And that was the attempt to at Clark was doing today. He began walking into the history of magic class.
Boring. Well, maybe because of all the essays that he had writing here. It likely wasn’t his favorite – but hey, at least he knew some dangerous spells. But anyways, back to the task at hand. Clark looked around – and saw several stacks of papers. He put the hand written letters that he had written, in his back pocket. he began his lovely and desirable talents, by ripping up every single piece of paper in that pile – and it was turned into confetti of a sort – as Clark threw it all over the room and poured ink on the floors. It was a good thing that he wasn’t lighting this room on fire, because otherwise it would be pure misery – at least to his expectations of what misery truly is.
With that being said, Clark put one of the three remaining letters that he had written on the door, and then bolted out and tried to attract attention to the history of magic class without John attention to him – but it depended on how stupid people were not to see him.“Hey, idiots! Get your arse over here. Someone has ruined lessons today. So get your ugly butts over here.”
Boring. Well, maybe because of all the essays that he had writing here. It likely wasn’t his favorite – but hey, at least he knew some dangerous spells. But anyways, back to the task at hand. Clark looked around – and saw several stacks of papers. He put the hand written letters that he had written, in his back pocket. he began his lovely and desirable talents, by ripping up every single piece of paper in that pile – and it was turned into confetti of a sort – as Clark threw it all over the room and poured ink on the floors. It was a good thing that he wasn’t lighting this room on fire, because otherwise it would be pure misery – at least to his expectations of what misery truly is.
With that being said, Clark put one of the three remaining letters that he had written on the door, and then bolted out and tried to attract attention to the history of magic class without John attention to him – but it depended on how stupid people were not to see him.“Hey, idiots! Get your arse over here. Someone has ruined lessons today. So get your ugly butts over here.”
contents of the letter: revoked.
Continuation from here: When the moon has lost, its glow
Thread Tracker: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Handwritten Letter: "Aevyr wait, Avery, no that's not right. Aviry. Whatever. Meet me March 20th on the Astronomy Tower."
Tagging: @Avery Leveret @Solomon Lear
Note: Clark has left the thread, but feel free to interface. This is only the third top on his voyage for finding Avery. Feel free to lightly godmod Clark leaving/yelling/spotting him leaving the letter,
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