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located in The Training Ground, a part of The Illegal Generation, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Training Ground

The Military Training Ground on Eclos


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Character Portrait: Aramay Wheaten "Grue"
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Aramay found herself blocking out what was happening around her. More accurately she was still seething about Ruukia and being out in the bright sun was really starting to get to her. She was still alert enough to avoid the oncoming train that barreled through the training grounds but other than that she seemed to be inaudibly mumbling to herself and taking her time to reach the Assignment Hall. Her eyes squinted in irritation as she veered towards the shadows to take some of the strain off of her pupils. She found herself acting more irritable and dare we say, rabid under the sun. The extra exertion, from the spat was what did it. In her mind the issue was still left unresolved but for now she just wanted a cool bit of shade to calm her nerves.

The Assignment Hall appeared, locked. That's what she gathered when she noticed that the people who were already at the door were still standing outside. A subtle growl filled her throat. Sure she at least didn't rush to wait but her patience was already halved. She stood partially hunched forward with her back to the sun staring down nothing in particular. Occasionally she would twitch with a sense of discomfort. She would only break her near statue still stance to stretch or yawn, putting an attack dog to shame showing a glimpse of a maw full of razor sharp teeth.