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c. albright: the fates of our lives rests in the hands of thirteen children who suffer from severe fatherless and motherless behavior
yvon: thirteen???
odette: go the fuck to sleep
yvon: hey we don’t swear in this household
odette has changed yvon’s username to russell
odette: we also don’t condone identity theft
13:00 hours…
c. albright: i formally apologize for my message from earlier this morning, as it is clear i had sent that to the wrong group chat
lucia: why in the gods’ names would you need to send that to someone.
c. albright: do you know that new security guard stationed by the side exit, before the courtyard?
lucia: oh. good for you.
c. albright: what for?
lucia: …..
lucia: @[[odette]]
odette: i know. don’t get me started.
headmaster yvon: didn’t we fire you
odette: news flash buddy, the king loves me
odette: also i’m visiting as a guest professor for one of my step-sister’s classes
odette: they’re letting me teach a class and everything guys!
headmaster yvon: …good for you
headmaster yvon: need i remind all of you that this..
headmaster yvon: chat
headmaster yvon: is supposed to be used for professional reasons only
odette: ya
russell: yessir
c. albright: has been nothing but professional
russell: what about that thing you said about 13 kids
c. albright: alright. but i had already explained and expressed my grievances for my actions.
lucia: and what was that about identity theft?
russell: um
headmaster yvon: russell, cyrus. my office. the rest of you, back to work.
russell: darn it
c. albright: about that
c. albright: don’t activate the lockdown alarms
c. albright: but there is just a bit of a situation down in one of the lecture hall rooms by the side, right before the courtyard
lucia: why not call up your new boyfriend to help you?
c. albright: he’s all the way in the highlands working on a novelization of the life of king beowulf and his wife, hildegard.
lucia: what
c. albright: i was? responding to your joke with a
c. albright: joke
c. albright: of my own
c. albright: did i do that incorrectly?
headmaster yvon: doesn’t matter. how dire is the situation?
c. albright: one of the other students may need medical attention, and we are currently being held hostage. there’s only four of us 👍
headmaster yvon: why hadn’t you brought anything up sooner?
headmaster yvon: i’m discretely sending down two of the king’s guards, stay put. you should know protocol
c. albright: the aggressor had been looking over my shoulder while i was typing for awhile there
c. albright: and he’s back, he may or may not throw m
c. albright has been logged off..
russell: that doesn’t seem too good
lucia: he’ll be fine.
odette: fucking dumbasses, all of you
odette: i’ll handle it, dw
z’aanta: h’annit is on it!
lucia: jfc you can’t keep sending ur adopted daughter to go head first into dangerous situations
z’aanta: hey!! she’s more than capable and enjoys beating people up! i’m merely supporting her hobbies and interests!
lucia: this academy is fucked. who let this hobo in here and become a professor?
headmaster yvon: that was you, last i remember.
lucia: gods fucking damn it.
odette: shame the gods love us
lucia: are you sure about all of them?
odette: of course not. at least, the king loves us, so tough luck trying to get rid of us now
russell: i think u got that wrong
russell: the king is amused with us & cyrus is the favored court jester, and we’re LUCKY cyrus doesn’t tell the king shit
odette: damn u right
lucia: sigh.
headmaster yvon: this, once again, is rearing off into unprofessional.
z’aanta: since when was this ever professional
russell: y’all are literally called professors
odette: what in the gods’ names are you arguing for. are you defending yourself or trying to make yvon’s life easier? which is it.
russell: i’m trying to make sure i still got a scholarship for grad school by the skin of my teeth
odette: ykw. fair.
lucia: i can only hope u never become a professor here.
russell: me too, me too.