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[The notes are posted...everywhere...in Tarkuul at an obnoxious frequency. In fact every door possesses two]

HELLO!
By the power invested in the High Magestri I am now a Magestri!

It's class time!

I'm a conjuration specialist, so I'm going to teach people HOW TO KILL PEOPLE. Self Defense.

We're going to meet in the library!

I'll give you the course guidelines and a class by class lesson plan!
I strongly insist the protectorate come along too!

So scribble down who you are and when you can turn up for your education.

I can do private lessons too!

Blah Blah Knowledge and power, and all that good stuff.

-Cecilia Silverkin.

Every single poster is met with a furious violet gaze. Any one spotting the Captain's reaction to the fliers would note it appearing like a painful one.

*valkin walks past an sees the notices, an in a very uncharacteristic manner valkin beings to chuckle hysterically*

My, they let children teach in the Magistarium, i suppose its not a far stretch considering who is leading it now, perhaps i should host lectures again, for those who actually wish to advance their knowledge instead of playing charades with a mad demon-kin.

One of the responses to the messages finds itself stapled to a door, and should he hold still, poor Nepthys, Cecilia's companion.
Discretion, dear fiendkin, is the better part of valour. I suggest you use it. Now. This is not appropriate behaviour. Another such instance and I will be forced to rescind your position until such behaviour ends.
-I.D.

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*valkin walks past an sees the notices, an in a very uncharacteristic manner valkin beings to chuckle hysterically*

My, they let children teach in the Magistarium, i suppose its not a far stretch considering who is leading it now, perhaps i should host lectures again, for those who actually wish to advance their knowledge instead of playing charades with a mad demon-kin.

Cecilia turned down one of the halls after hearing the laughter, and leaned around the corner as she heard the man who spoke aloud.

Her throat cleared when he finished.

"...Sweetheart....The difference between my classes....and yours? You see, people actually know I can do the things I claim to...I teach them to kill other mages....

Perhaps you should teach a class about ...boot licking and temper tantrums."

She flashed him a smile and carried on her way, Nethrys flapping behind her along with the rustling sound of paper that was attatched to him with an infuriated hiss from being earlier manhandled.

*valkin would offer only this in retort*

In you words my point is proven, enjoy your stay demonkin.

Whistling is heard down the hall immediately after, next a rustling of paper as Cecilia snatched up the letter, then the sound of a pained squeak along with a thud as it sounded like Cecilia punted her own familiar into the wall. Footsteps resumed.

*A certain plague doctor would be seen in his usual wanderings taking notes on this happening in a large book labeled "Behavioral study"*

*As Ðraco passes through the city he stops at one doorway heading to the library to read over the notice, shaking his head he scoffs and says.*

"I can only imagine what tactics will be employed, don't forget to bring a hefty amount of Timestop components."

*Continuing on his way to the library, muttering something about the Magisteriums expectations plummeting in the Infernal tongue*

A letter folded once finds it's way into Cecilias hands.

Dear Cecilia.

I would like to take the oppertunity to attend one of your classes, I'm very intrested to learn what you've gathered on the Conjuration School of Magic.

William Blackbronze

Cecilia would glance over the letter and tear it in half then drop it on the floor, littering.

She too was on her way to the library, looking for Irae'arra. Presumably passing Draco on her way inside.

"Hey Draco. How's the wife?" She said, smiling at him and turned to look over the remainder of the library.

"Lady! You in here!?"

*Ðraco's eyes would widen for a brief moment before wiping any expression from his face, speaking in a dark and cold tone.*

"She's dead. . ."

*Continues on his way to the library not stopping to chat, upon reaching the end of the hallway he turns to look at her. A malicious and almost sadistic looking grin coming over his face looking back to Cecilia, his glowing red eyes burning with such malice flash red before turning back to the library and heading for the bookshelves to continue his studies*

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