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SPRINGLE - WEEK 7

common room.
In the common room, the walls have been painted with photo-like pictures of forests and lakes, and spread across the ceiling is a depiction of the night sky. One wall is lined with bookcases, the books ranging from fiction to non-fiction as well used course textbooks. More bookcases have been used to section off one corner for a study area, with a desk and chair provided.
Elsewhere, there are a few couches (one looks as though it doesn't quite belong) and chairs, most seated around a coffee table and with throw blankets tossed over them if you need the extra warmth. On the table is a bowl of healthy and semi-healthy snacks, regularly stocked. (Nearby is a garbage can.)
This week, there's something.
specialty room.
Past an entrance in the common room, a mini coffeehouse has been set up, with express machines for those who just want their coffee now and slightly more advanced equipment for aficionados. It offers a variety of strength levels and flavors to accommodate tastes all across the spectrum, along with a teapot and packets of caffeinated and non-caffeinated tea for those who prefer a different drink. There's a sink if you want to use your own mug, but otherwise, disposable cups are provided for you to use.
Pasted on the wall by the coffee machines is a detailed but clear handwritten guide on how to use said machines, complete with illustrations. There are also cute little doodles of Spring Dorm residents using the machines and drinking coffee, though they look as though they were done by someone else.
Please use this as an open post for members of Spring Dorm. You may post top-levels whenever you'd like and go wild. A new post will go up at the start of each week.
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As if! I've killed plenty of humans before and plenty that were a lot more of a handful than you! "If you wanted," you go ahead and try and see how I wipe the floor with you!
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[ compelled to compelled communication ]
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We need to work together, Tsu. We've already... lost a lot.
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[ :/ ]
For my sake?
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[ lucretia's got malik ]
At the very least, don't... pick fights with him. Please.
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Then he shouldn't try to stab my dad.
[Blinks like he confused even himself in saying that.]
I mean, Sieghart.
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[ gay ]
But Mr. Sieghart can take care of himself, you know. He doesn't seem angry or worried, either.
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Right. That's enough, Tsuyukusa.
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... Right. Did you have anything you need looked at before then?
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[He offers his bandaged right arm. A small spot is soiled with blood. Undoing the dressing will reveal a gaping wound the size of a spike one would imagine protruding from a trapped wall that he's been plugging with gauze.]
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I can command the gods, and you think I'm intimidated by someone like you? I'm far more powerful than you can comprehend-- so much so that I can't even regain my full power, because Hugo thought it was going to be too much of a threat. So consider yourself lucky! Spared from my mind altering abilities-- I could kill you without even touching you. And I still can! I'll summon any of the gods to destroy you, if that's what you so desperately want.
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[ even trying to dodge doesn't give him enough clearance to completely avoid getting whacked. ]
That's it? You have nothing more to say? Not even an apology when really, this is all your fault?
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And I'm not fucking interested in hearing about the hypothetical power of gods being rained down on my head. I'm sick of the threat of divine wrath. I got enough of it back home.
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I can assure you, however, that my divine power isn't hypothetical. I can show you a little demonstration sometime later. Not that you care, but I'll still grant you that mercy and ensure that you aren't burned down to nothing.
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I didn't fucking make you bring a suspicious weapon to trial or stab Caleb with it. I'm sorry for making you feel a way that wasn't your own because I know that sucks, but I'm not fucking apologizing for your own bad choices.
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