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[Micro RP] Artistic Endeavors (A university RP)

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Khem:

Mausoka School of Fine Arts, Architechture and Design

Returning from summer vacation had seemed like a waste of time to Ghen'aal, feeling he accomplished more artistically immersed in his home town of Bara'kal. Every year he stepped back onto the clumsy concrete industrial walkways of Ta'kall he felt its uniform hasty construction oppress his soul like so much grey cubicle space. Ghen'aal was however excited as he entered the new senior dormitory center. Clutching his sunset colored robes nervously he approached the reception area to learn which tower he would reside in for his final year in the landlocked city. Going down the hall he mused at how long it would take himself to be inspired for his senior project, he approached the door casting aside an idle contest in his mind between fighting a Ghak'ell and intentionally seeking a flawed love as sources of inspiration. Upon entering the common area he was overjoyed to see not the typical minimalist modern Khemish furniture but a mish mash of foreign made pieces and a few faces to go with them. Gathering addled senses Ghen'aal waves an ink stained hand, and in a surprisingly deep tone says, "Hello, I am Ghen'aal. You guys want to drink? I see you already brought your stuff, mine's still en route." He then calmly sits on an overly plush chair, pulls a large bottle of mango wine out of his small duffel bag and lights a sweet scented cigarillo.

Prydania:
Tobias looked up from his text book, a bit wide-eyed, his heart in his throat. He was still taking all of this in. He smiled though, nodding.
"A...a drink?" he asked nervously before clearing his throat. "A drink?" he asked again. "Sure!"
He eyed the wine bottle. It was entirely unlike anything he'd ever seen as far as far as alcohol went.
"Is it...any good?"

Khem:
Ghen'all had a mischievous glint in his azure eyes as he lazily tossed the bottle to Tobias. The amber colored glass contained a viscous orange liquid, the label was a deep tint of indigo with golden writing. In an elegant 18th century Khemish script it read (see spoiler). Ghen'all then said, "Sweeter than love and you keep your possessions more often." He smiled wryly wondering when his few remaining things would arrive. "Do you possess a name or are you one of those artists who uses a symbol, odd noise or interpretive dance for identification?"

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--- Quote ---Gentu Juice
Organic mangoes, grown by the waters of Gentu.
Finest herbal blend for energetic positive mood.
Sweet flavor for happy babies.
--- End quote ---

Prydania:
He leaned back in his chair, catching the bottle chuckling nervously as he examined the label. He could read Khemish but the elegant script threw him for a moment. He looked up, his own blue eyes wide open as he pried his gaze away from the dancing amber bottle.

"Tobias" he answered, smiling.

Aquatoria:
She finished penning the last words of her essay when she looked up and saw two young men pouring drinks. Anya Indiotrovth had blonde hair that she cut short, and her maroon eyes could cut through a room. She put her books in her bag and stood up. She walked over to the boys. Anya sat in the empty chair next to the boys. "Perhaps I may indulge a glass as well." Her Khemish was very fluent, as her father had served some years in the office of Ambassador of the Golden Republic to the Holy Isles. She smiled as the Prydanian poured her a glass and handed it to her. Anya warmly smiled at him.

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