Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-3991308-20150604015340

"You've got girls who are familiar enough with their obscure tales who you are everywhere," Hemlock said, turning his head towards Hank, before facing "Sierra" again. "Now, a pretty girl with a mind like that: there's hardly any of those. You're not like other girls, are you?"

"Anyway," he continued. "As Hank so aptly put, we are the greatest and most clever students you may ever met. I am the most superior physician of Death that has ever touched this earth. In fact, you can bet your golden locks that I will be that one physician who never has his legacy or memory erased from history. Everyone else has failed. I won't."

He clasped his hands together in the same way Airmid did. "So yes, consider yourself lucky. You just met the guy who's going to have his legacy go down in history."

Hemlock paused to cough, as if to separate his previous ramble from the answer he was about to give to his friend's question. "Yep. I have. I love a party as much as the next guy, but I've got a lot of work. But listen, who cares about work anyway? It's not like I need to do work to ace everything."

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At least someone was trying to find a way out. Avian listened to Sam, or at least tried to. He was actually trying to overheard the conversation between the-guy-before-Airmid and the Tockman girl, and thinking about how ironic his comment about "going down in history" was.

The Sam guy had a point, though. Turning up here and acting like transfer students was pretty random. And the headmaster was most likely going to find out (and be hella confused).

"We should also probably try to fake some paperwork and things," Avian suggested. "And get somewhere to stay. There might be enough empty dorms, or else we could stay at BookEnd. I could find some places." He frowned, but only a little bit. "I want to go listen to some classes and lectures, though. Let's see how backwards Ever After was at our parent's time."