Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150313031249/@comment-25686329-20150314162443

((No sweat, I figure they're just being polite. Minuette, Adonis are officially cleared. :D. Plutarch, Ticktania, and the Yankee are my three, for the heritage gifts, mostly because they're the OCs I'm most proud of. I'll likely only take one or two OCs for the destiny swap. Now that we have enough people, we can begin))

Ticktania strode long across the turf towards the Hall. This was it. One of the biggest moments in her entire career as the Watchdog.

Naturally, she was next to what she affectionately called her "assistant", Minuette.

"What do you think your predecessor left you...?" She asked, a little airily.

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Plutarch was already in the hall. Where the spell was his designated... window....? He was lookin' for Pa's box.

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The Yankee wondered how this was all going to go over. This so-called "Tradition" was only brought to his attention the day before, and what's more, he couldn't be sure if Hank even left him anything.

These moments of "What if" often opened the Yankee to more human relations. He tried to scoot closer to the cluster of students that was moving for the enormous building. He kept his gaze down, brow furrowed, but still hoped someone would talk to him.