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Theodora had a decent list of pet peeves. Lumping witches and wizards in as one and the same. Asking too many pointless questions. Spelling the name "Theodora" wrong. And the inability to follow very simple instructions. Among other things. Luckily, this blondie was not only able to follow simple instructions, but she even smashed a guy's face with a metal chair on the way over! Very cool! “There! What do you need this for anyways?” "Just a little trick, is all." Theo reached into her bag of tricks. From inside the bag, the rummaging sounds of wooden trinkets and a lot of glass jars of various sizes jingled and rattled. More than once, she pulled out a jar, and grimaced at the liquids and gasses of various colors swirling around inside. Not the pink one. Not the blue one. Definitely not the green one. After a few failed attempts, she pulled out a stout jar with a tightly-sealed lid, filled with a barely visible, pastel yellow gas. She gave the jar a good shake, set it down on the ground next to her, and began unscrewing the lid. As she did, she rose her voice for the sake of anyone who was still in control of themselves. "Alright, anyone who can still listen to reason may want to hold their breath! The rest of you, it's time to take a little nap!" When the lid came off, the cloud inside began spilling forth. The delinquent Theo had been keeping pinned, being the closest of the deranged assailants to the jar, was the first it reached. And once it did, their thrashing began to slow, until eventually it stopped entirely. They just lied there, eyes closed but still breathing in a magically-induced power nap. And the cloud continued spreading, though not forever. Eventually, the magic in the jar ran dry, and the sleep-inducing cloud had reached the limits of its size. Given a minute or two, it would begin to quickly disperse and fade into nothing, but that would still be plenty of time to let the other crazed delinquents succumb to the spell, and potentially round up any stragglers just outside of the spell's reach. She'd only just had orientation a few minutes ago, and already something this exciting happened! Whoever thought this place was meant to be a punishment must have been out of their minds.
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Fen stood by at the ready, unsure of what to do when Constable had landed his decisive blow against Bartleby. She was a hunter of monsters and a chef, not a medic to them. As such when the large canine bit down on the sloth creature she was ill equipped to provide any form of first aid that may have been necessary. Thankfully, this turned out to be none. She was a bit confused as to how Bartleby got out of such an attack with no signs of injury, and similarly how it managed to fall asleep right after it, but she chalked it up to being yet another of the many mysteries of the world. "Good job Bartleby," the girl praised the slakoth as Constable, through Kasayee, instructed the group. "If you keep working hard, then, uh..." Kasayee didn't finish the thought so Fen improvised, "one day you'll uh, be strong enough to stand up against him. I think?" Fen looked towards Melissa saying, "I'll be sure to figure out what he likes to eat so he can get a proper meal, so be sure to train him well. It's, well, important for a beast tamer to put in the work with their, um...pets?" Beast sounded too derogatory of a term to use yet pet sounded too demeaning for a creature that would be fighting. The girl looked back to the duo and said, "that's a shame you have to go now. But, I'll be sure to welcome you any time you want to come over. Um, Constable, was it? I'll do my best to figure out what you like to have a meal ready for you too! Oh, and uh, well pass on good tidings from me to the rest of your guild, if they ever wanted too, well, show up here too." Once she gave her farewell the girl looked to the others and said, "now, I'll go get started on our dinner." And thus with groceries in hand, the girl made her way to the kitchen.
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Having had her own battle royal ended early, it was clear to the everyone that was looking at her that Sibyl was already in a bad mood. Whether it was this or the entirety of the day's antics (or just her general reputation,) that caused the people to look at her with trepidation and try to steer clear of her didn't really matter to the demon girl. All it did was cause her to grow more irritated at the situation, scowling at anyone whose eyes met hers for the slightest of moments. She had her orders that she was willing to follow for the time being, as it promised that she would be dealing with a cape one way or another, yet it was clear that this was temporary at best. The shadows, though not fully solidified, still trailed off her person as she walked, her temper on a hair trigger and looking for any excuse to start a brawl within the building. If there was one positive to her foul mood, and the wide berth people gave to her, it was that it was remarkably easy to find her target. A target she was only sort of aware of what he looked like, with only the frequency of their meet ups in recent period being what allowed her to put a face to a name. "Hey you!" The girl called out to Override. It was clear to him how angry she was though, while not with him it was impossible to tell. As the shadow, like wisps of smoke, rose off of her person she jeered, "I thought you were a Hero. Do you guys just go around playing with all of the gangs these days?"
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