Snippet #2745493

Therion looked back to his stark naked roommate with shock and realized he had forgotten to help Cliff get dressed. "I-u-um..." His entire face flushed hot as he tried to stammer an excuse. "T-T-Tra-I-Uh..." He trailed off dumbly, bowing and extending his arms completely straight forward, practically shoving the clothing into his friend's hands. "I'm so sorry! It completely slipped my mind! First my thoughts were racing with how impossibly soft you were! Then I fell asleep, and woke up all disoriented, and the fast! You're so fast! Plus T-Traf! You know how I LOVE combat class. I-I-I-I forgot..." He finished lamely, raising a wall of opalescent, but not at all translucent, ice around Cliff so that he may be afforded a little privacy.

Of course, Traf was more than a little eccentric, Theri barely even took note of the explosion and Traf's messy visage. He had learned to keep up various forms of shielding at all time when taking classes the High Wizard was in charge of. Kamikaze had a minor freak-out, really not nearly as bad as usual, before slamming itself face first into the truly MASSIVE desk. Therion briefly toyed with the idea of poly-morphing the Owl into a pigeon, but decided against it, he doubted Traf would mind but it had been a long enough day, and the magi was eager to start class.

The Wizard's casual use of powerful rune magic more than cemented the idea that he was someone to be careful around in Theri's mind. The magi let an impressed whistle loose from his pursed lips as he examined the detailed desk, and each unreasonably sized letter individually. "Looks like you've been keeping busy High Wizard Traf, my apologies that we are late, I take full responsibility." The High Wizard didn't miss a single step, and with a lazy back-scratch he was garbed in, G-Gym clothes? It looks like he's on vacation.

Without any further ado, Traf seemed to begin class, asking what they had met in the Corelands. Theri wasn't surprised he had forgotten already, and he just grinned like a mad-man while preparing himself. "Orcs! Sir, and a Cyclops. The Orcs were well-bred, some even capable of magic. Cliff might know more, he dealt with most of them." The boy shrugged again, eager to begin class and not really in the mood to think about the mindless green brutes he had gifted with a quick death.