Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150510203207

"I'm cheerful," Airmid said. She was evidently proud of her pun, grinning ear to ear like a dork. "Although I'm a bit miffed that the tower fell. I was proud of how neatly I stacked all those chairs up." Sure, the barricade was pretty trivial, just an elaborate display to make her look cool... but Airmid was proud of the organisation and care she put into it. She tried to wave her thoughts off – reminding herself that no one liked it when you focused too much on useless things.

Then Jane Hook entered. Airmid had liked to think of Dead Epics as a small group of people who thought they were philanthropists that looked out for others, but the next Hook was an outright revolutionary. Airmid both admired and feared her. Jane had a commanding aura and a way with words Airy always envied.

"You're welcome to disfigure furniture, if that makes you feel better," Airmid said, going over towards the pile of chairs, and putting them the right way up. "In fact, please do. Unless these chairs are absolute chaos or absolute order, the asymmetricity of this pile will bother me." She caught herself again – focusing on the least important thing. "What I'm trying to get at is... if violent acts on furniture make you feel better, and if they don't harm anyone else, go ahead. We managed to evade consequences for the clock in the old room, what's to say that the faculty will care about a few chairs?"

Airmid nodded at the Yankee's introduction of Merlin. "I've already lost," she said. "Sacrificing your life for a princess is a pretty pathetic destiny, how can I one-up anyone with that?."