"Yup," Tal agreed, leading the way down the street towards the impressive edifice that housed the Academy. "It's got a bit of a, uh, history here," he admitted with a grimace that turned to a scowl at the memories. "Thanks to Zariah." The Tyrant, former leader of the Hollowed Grounds and power behind the throne in Halo for too many seasons. The courier kicked a chunk of ice out of the street as if he was kicking something - or someone - else, but he took a deep breath and deliberately tried to shake if off. "But Hotaru's runnin' it now, so it's all good. One o' my sisters goes there," he added, thinking fondly of bookish Dierdre.
"We've got plenty of Abandoned, for sure," he agreed. "Halo's rough enough, we don't turn down anythin' that'd help us survive, y'know?" Whether animal shifts or elemental spells, anything that made the endless winter a little easier to bear was welcome.
"There's the spa," he pointed out on the right, his grin returning. "My sisters love it." He hadn't noticed Soh's blush in the crisp Longheat air, but since he didn't know the details of her romantic entanglements he was blissfully oblivious to the reason for her demure rejection. "Oh, that's not a problem!" he assured her. "We can swing by my place first! Y'look like you're of a size with my sister 'Lexi," he added, glancing over to take a quick height and weight measurement of his friend. "We can just borrow a suit from her." She wouldn't mind, he was sure. Or at least he figured she didn't need to find out about it until it was too late to protest.
"We've got plenty of Abandoned, for sure," he agreed. "Halo's rough enough, we don't turn down anythin' that'd help us survive, y'know?" Whether animal shifts or elemental spells, anything that made the endless winter a little easier to bear was welcome.
"There's the spa," he pointed out on the right, his grin returning. "My sisters love it." He hadn't noticed Soh's blush in the crisp Longheat air, but since he didn't know the details of her romantic entanglements he was blissfully oblivious to the reason for her demure rejection. "Oh, that's not a problem!" he assured her. "We can swing by my place first! Y'look like you're of a size with my sister 'Lexi," he added, glancing over to take a quick height and weight measurement of his friend. "We can just borrow a suit from her." She wouldn't mind, he was sure. Or at least he figured she didn't need to find out about it until it was too late to protest.
