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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.But she hadn't. Soon enough, she realized she had to go back to her dorm... and change, for that matter.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Well, what a similar mindset. If that's the case, school isn't that bad then.
There was a small moment of silence as the both of them appreciated the comfort of rest.
"Forge." Her voice was slightly muffled as they came from the pillow, hoping to catch the man before he drops into deep slumber. "Schedule." Her words came lazily and dragged out. "Same?"
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Dinner time! A male's voice echoed.
"Food..?" She muttered lazily. She was hungry but she couldn't exactly open the door on her own and if this man wasn't going to function, then she couldn't get consumables as well.
"Well, technically you could sleep hunger away..."
A small pause. The voice was quite loud, isn't it?
"Door... closed...?"
After she finished, she decided to go and change in her dorm. Tossing out the garbage, she went back up, and started to look through her clothes for something new.