Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20171104044848

Edom's dorm, according to the summer student account page, was going to be Number 1307. Right around the same time that the Main Campus began expansion plans, a set of apartments and housing were also being constructed down the way. With a majority of the original investors and potential tenants not happy about living so close to an industrial facility at the time (it was intended to be a retiree community), the property value of the buildings tanked and Flagg was just smart and quick enough to snag it for themselves before new investors and tenants came in when they realized the old investor's mistake.

In the distance to the North, Edom could just make out the sillhouettes of 5 buildings each standing 10 stories tall. (The first number corresponded to the building, the second number was for the floor) and further to the North was the advanced employee housing, this one also a failed suburban development that Flagg cashed in on when they moved in.

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Rolling down the road was yet another taxi and inside that taxi was another nervous soul.

"I dunno dad. I still don't know if I'm ready..." a young woman spoke over a scroll to her father who she hadn't seen in a good few months.

"Like I've always said. Your greatest enemy is not the Grimm or other People, it's your self doubt. You conquer that, you can conquer anything."

"I know dad...just uneasy..."

"Ok. Do you think spending another year at Tier 3 will help you?"

"Well...I..."

"-answered your own question. Look, the fact is you're not a kid anymore. Sooner or later you've got to trust yourself to do what you need to do."

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"your mother's wanting to talk to me. But if you don't trust yourself, know that I trust you. I love you. Goodbye."

"Bye dad."

As the taxi finally came to a stop in the Oval beneath the skybridge, the young woman dropped a few lien for the fare and stepped out to get her suitcases from the trunk. Her navy blue peacoat collected a few snowflakes and her burgundy scarf billowed in the breeze along with her long brown hair.

She took a deep breath of the cool Sahali air both for the nostalgia and being unaccustomed to the thin air/lower oxygen at this altitude. It had been a good few months in the hustle and bustle that was Vale and all of its problems but for the next few weeks, Honara was home.