James: Hello there, Ida. You're talked about-kindly of course-around here. Just thought I'd meet you. And no, sorry. I didn't just make that up. *looks over a Remiel. You didn't like the tune?
Ida: "Well, still lllovely." The waif turned and looked out the window. " ..Oh, am I?" PEOPLE SPOKE ABOUT HER? That was a little unsettling. Whatotherthingsdidtheysay. Maybe Ida was a little paranoid. " Pleasure t...to meet you. Whhhat did you say your name was, little bird..?"
Remiel:{"I liked it about as much as I like teenagers. i.e. Not at all. Really. That was terrible."} The sword's single eye went half mast.
Remiel:{"I liked it about as much as I like teenagers. i.e. Not at all. Really. That was terrible."} The sword's single eye went half mast.
James: Oh, the name is James, Miss Ida. *holds out hand* I can tell you are unsetteled by the comment of being talked about. I assure you, it was all good things. Not so much for Remiel though. Which is my reason for singing that song. I don't know what kind of muisc swords like after all.
Remi: {"The kind of music I like? Not yours."}
Ida: The Dorm Master furrowed her brows at James. " Oh..wwell..I'm glad to hhhear it." ..color her surprised. Considering she was certainly an oddball compared to the rest of the staff. Not to mention loopy 90% of the time. " A pleasure to mmmeet you then, James."
Ida: The Dorm Master furrowed her brows at James. " Oh..wwell..I'm glad to hhhear it." ..color her surprised. Considering she was certainly an oddball compared to the rest of the staff. Not to mention loopy 90% of the time. " A pleasure to mmmeet you then, James."
James: My apologies then Remiel. And it's a pleasure to meet you to DM Ada.