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[So, the Republic of Albion. For whatever reason and whatever traumas that lead them here, word of god has decreed that Our Heroes are at the military academy there. That said, as with any other school full of teenagers, there's definitely a hierarchy among the students...and as it turns out, the pretty upperclassman who is responsible for the sudden, sharp uptick in the visitor curfew at the girls' dormitory being obeyed is dominating the practice rooms. We're not sure why she's spent the better part of the afternoon defeating students at swordplay, but she's run through both the fencing and kendo teams, and is standing there in the center of the room looking magnificently bored.]
...Is that really all? Is there no one who can provide me even a decent challenge?
[Clearly, an intervention, or failing that, a new challenger is required.]
...Is that really all? Is there no one who can provide me even a decent challenge?
[Clearly, an intervention, or failing that, a new challenger is required.]
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[Grinning a little.] I'd say it sounds like you're offering to teach, but if your club's any indication...
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[He scratches is chin.]
I'm sure we could work out something.
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[Now let us smile like dopes at each other.]
...Do we need to rescue the club first or are they on their own?
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...It may seem a bit odd with my reputation, but if we're to find a time for such training, I keep my full schedule in my room.
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