<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Tria [day unknown], 81378</td></tr></table> You've failed me... Qoleu complained, scrtaching her head. She had awoke in the chilling celler inside of the academy, and vivid memories flashed though her head. The Graders... and a message; it was a miracle that she had revived her name. But her history, her past... it was gone. Forever. She growled. Where am I? fustration throbbed like a eternal pain in her bare mind; she was a bloom pastel flower in a wasting cryptic land... trying to bloom, but whisked away with the shrill breeze. She watched as other dragons similar to her casually walked about the large courtyard. Their ages ranged widely, and they seemed to be busy and focused. She frowned. Was this some kind of kingdom? Sun Palace. The word shot through her mind. Was this this the palace. Excuse me! she called, waving her hand.
Jahhar was walking through the school courtyard, just hanging out, he had nothing better to do. Suddeny, when he heard a dragon ask a question. Jahhar raised an eye at the dragon's question and looked at her. "You're at the Janardan Academy grounds. Why do you ask?" OOC: should I have my char tell your's the date, and make one up? or do you puposely say: day unknown?
ooc| Whatever you like. The angelic feminine looked around; just a mild case of amnesia. Embarrased, the femme began to blush under her pastel lavender pelt. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, in the celler of this large building... probably just retriving something, and fell.
Umi looked down into the cellar. "Need a hand?" She held out her paw to the dragon. This was very much out of character for her, being a loner. Something about this pastel femme made her want to be nice. Umi's glasses reflected the light strangly, it made it hard to see her eyes. Her red-black fur played wierdly with the light also. She was wearing a vintage black track-jacket, a pair of black jeans, and a pin that said 'Freak and Proud of it.' She was not one to be seen without her jacket. She wondered why she was being so wierd, saything that usually anything that color would blind her and usually cause her to shrink into a dark corner. She shrugged it off though.
