Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24225987-20131119032507/@comment-25151516-20131124044752

9:56 AM

First, Revan's eyes finally snapped open. He looked at his body tangled in his hammock, again. Then, he noticed the contrast in the floor and paper that was slipped under the door. Finally, he confided in his nocturnal teammate. "Oi, Yadi?" MacLeod's Northerer's voice awoke the bat faunus, her hypersensitive hearing was more active when she was asleep.

"Magándang umaga," she yawned in her native tongue. "You were arguing with yourself again."

"Right, yes. Fourth time this week." He twisted around and fumbled about until he fell out of his bindings. With a yell and thump.

"Ach!" He stood up in his sleeveless nightshirt and shorts, then scooped up the note. ''Meeting of team leaders... Courtyard... 10AM. Well that's cool--''

"TEN A.M.!" He yelled as his threw the note in the air, looked at the clock, retrieved his uniform vest, shirt, shoes and his jeans, from his wardrobe, and threw them on a desk chair. "Yadi, turn 'round, if you will."

She did, making herself more comfortable while Revan flew out of his nightclothes and into the uniform shirt, out-of-uniform jeans, looped the leather belt with the MacLeod coat of arms over it and pouches of Dust, and the uniform's blue vest. He abandoned the tie, slacks and coat, just as he always did. He had to sit as he put on his socks and shoes.

MacLeod stood up and found his sword, Dragan Trócaire, on its stand. He took it and looped it into its harness as he swallowed down a vanilla breakfast supplement that he found when shopping the other day. For an extra kick, he also took a bottle root beer from the team's small refrigerator, also where the breakfast drinks were, and chugged it, cleanly, then threw the bottle away in the wastebasket.

For good measure, he patted his hair down as he ate a tape of listerine. What else would look presentable? He asked himself until he saw a familiar blue wool hat with a white tassel. My fez! He plucked it up and put it on his head as he walked to the dorm room window, also plucking up his scroll, wallet, and keys, putting them in his pockets.

He opened the window and said to Yadira, after the listerine tape dissolved and cleaned his mouth,: "I'll see you in a bit. Rest easy."

MacLeod took a step out the window, closed it, and dropped down three stories into shrubbery. He bounded out and ran, debris from the bushes falling off as he did.

Eventually, he made his way to the courtyard and skidded to a halt at the sight of Professor Elena Maxwell.

''Oh dear, that's Elena Maxwell. Not only is she from the North, but the Macleods used to be one of her family's best suppliers of Dust. Until, of course, that year my family went to the Abyss.'' He tapped on his side four times as he walked into the circle of his fellow leaders.

But she's never seen my face. However he apparently forgot that the MacLeod coat of arms was the design of his belt buckle.

"Hullo!" Revan greeted, casually strolling in with a fez, jeans, no red tie and gold-trimmed jacket. "Sorry I'm late. Been arguin' with myself all night. Woke up late."