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[marmoron]

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[this message is posted to the network at around 1AM on december 3rd.]

HEY. STUDENT COUNCIL MEMBERS.
have any of you seen james? dude was supposed to go out on an errand for you guys and he hasn't come back yet. pretty unlike him to decide to camp out on the alps at night for shits and giggles. might wanna do a search party for your vice president. also has anyone seen ana? she's not responding to my messages either.


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[alternatively for anyone who happens to be in the aube dorm, enjoy the loud ruckus keith is causing by slamming the door open and closed. tagging along with him are a sleepy glowing pupper and an angry looking toad perched on his shoulder. he has one of james' shirts in his hand which he's holding out for cosmo to sniff.]

C'mon buddy. Let's go find him.

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[marmoron]

[there's a frown at that first remark. keith clearly looks as though he has a couple of words to say in response adn though the look doesn't go away entirely after therion's own tone de-escalates, he remains quiet for another moment.]

Okay. So what are you most worried about?

[he'll resume going down the stairs with the doggo and glowing toad in tow.]

[bolderfell]

...That's part of the problem. Don't think I know enough to guess, with everything that happens here.

[He used to be but a simple thief. The magical possibilities are way beyond him.]

It's just that I've seen, when people get badly hurt, sometimes they... forget. Something goes wrong so horribly, they just can't even hold it in their heads for a while.