Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-26414442-20130725094050

Baga Yaga was not there to solve the conflict, because she magickly poofed off to the land of paperwork and admin-related conflicts.

Airmid spun around into a chair, resting her elbow on a raised knee and her cheek on her knuckles, scanning the room to see the idiots she had been stuck with. There was Scarlet, her best friend of sorts, some guy made out of tin – the Steadfast Soldier, Airmid presumed, a winged, eagle-like boy and... Batilda Waits, one of the more disagreeable students Airmid had talked to.

She considered leaping into the other argument, and sassing the rest of the support group. Lifting her head up from her knuckles, she said, "Why don't you guys just shut up and give that hole in your face a chance to heal? We shouldn't be chucking slurs at each other, can't we just... can't we just do something productive?"