Asgeir

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Odin's solitary jade green eye widens as he strokes his silky, alabaster beard for a moment, rereading the poster just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating again. "Hrmmmm... extraordinary. An institution that is focused on actual magical study, instead of collecting students like a swarm of dung beetles collects faeces. I must inquire further into this..." Odin chuckles as he lopes away, leaving an odor of cheap alcohol and mustard that lingers for many minutes after he has left.

*Nathaniel stumbles down the street, smelling of alcohol and covered in the latest batch of bruises from a fistfight. He glances at a poster on the wall advertising the Gentlemen's Society.* "Hmmm… perhaps it is time to return to my old life…" *He looks down at his scarred, calloused hands. They were his weapons, his tools, his life. Could he leave behind the pain and sorrow of his past? He did not know, but he was damn well going to try! Nathaniel proceeds to steal some high-quality ink and parchment from an unguarded stall, then sits at a public bench to write a poem in surprisingly good handwriting.* The Letter *Nathaniel wipes some stray tears from his eyes as he finishes the poem, a few dropping onto the bottom of the page.* "Urgh… I'm going to need some new clothes…" *He mutters, looking down at his open leather jacket and tight-fitting stained pants, the only items of clothing he owns.* *He pins the letter to the poster, then saunters off to find appropriate clothing.*

((Hot damn is this taking off or what? Looks like I have a ton of new Scholar students.)) ((I just wanted to ask if we could make a student list that was organized into the various classes that they will be taking. I can do it myself if I have permission.))

((I.. fought someone in the courtyard… ))

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*Odin deflates slightly, sighing wearily.* "I know, I know… I only just got here. I apologize for taking so long but I got lost along the way. I am already starting to work on a near-scale model prototype however! It will be done shortly." *Odin bows his head respectfully, then leaves in a brusque manner, eager to get back to work.* ((Sorry I couldn't make it the other day, work has been hectic lately and I've been very busy.))

*Odin storms into Ramza's office. He holds a copy of the staff list in his hand. He doesn't look happy.* "Pardon me, Headmaster, but where am I on this list? I was accepted to teach Scholar classes, but I can hardly see my name registered here. If you have changed your mind, I would have expected to be notified in some way…"