Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-10860529-20141123065334

"An outspoken blonde with way too much optimism for her own good," Bathilda finally intervened as she rolled her eyes, "but don't take it from me. Just sit back and enjoy the show, but really: This entire, quote-on-quote, support group is gonna be deader than that damned clock."

She gestured toward its metalic remains, yawning with her other hand. There was something amusing about lumping a ragtag bunch of misfits with nothing in common except for their doom, yet all the same? Things had gotten stale, in her opinion, after Captain Clock Killer busted the contraption in question.

All the same, the waiting-maid hadn't much better to do. So she turned to the green-eyed, hopelessly motivated girl the Mouse Prince had questioned. But if tyou really want names, perhaps go with something, say-"

She placed a thumb on her temple, and for once seemed to display so actual productivity within this husk of a so-called gathering. After all, if she was going to be affiliated with these nitwits, then a decent title would be better than nothing. Her blue eyes were vacant in thought. It had to draw is a crowd, appeal to the curious and high-minded alike. Something erudite, appealing, yet not too obscure for the more dull componants of the student body. It needed to be...

"Epic? In the literary sense, of course. Some end in death, but those within them are otherwise remembered, some even more so than the living."