[Dual Post]

[frozenperdition]

[Journal, filtered from THE MAN]
Oy! DA students! We're doing CRIMES. Hit me up for more info.

[Event]

It's time to find ghosts. For fun and profit. And dueling. Renat's excited about ALL of these. He has his map of the island with red circles around all of the forbidden areas. Tonight's forbidden area: The abandoned dorms.

He's been here literally one day and is already doing things that could get him detention for a thousand years. It's a good start. He's gearing up his disk, his sleek uniform, and making sure his fangs are properly brushed before he has to use them to eat ghosts or whatever the hell else he might need to do. Not quite in a forbidden area YET though.

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Re: [Event]

[frozenperdition]

... Renat will remember this. But: he came here with someone who was DESPERATELY ill-equipped.

"This isn't the last ya've seen of me, bud."

And he sprints out of the dorm.

"Colly! COLLY! Say nyaaa if you ain't been turned into sand!"

Re: [Event]

[duelacademynpcs]

*Once Renat is gone, the demon finally slips into the darkness, vanishing.

Someone is probably down there, and they're probably thinking: "stupid kids, they didn't need to yell so much."*

Re: [Event]

[heroeslion]

[from off in the distance, past the forest and nearing the monorail back to the mainland, one can hear a high pitched shrieking "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DEMONS AND GHOSTS AREN'T REAL IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S FINE NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

she's not sand. YET.]

Re: [Event]

[frozenperdition]

Renat relaxes as he starts to hustle back to the blue dorms. He'll catch up with her later.

...but as he nears where his cool 'companion' 'died' of 'Sand disease' he gets some sticks, some rocks, some paper and writes down:

RIP Cool Guy Crocodile Person. We hardly knew you before you turned into sand.

Re: [Event]

[likesand_inaglass]

*yes, he definitely died of Sand Disease and definitely won't revive himself the next time you pass by some sand.*