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[X] Just Don't- nope! You have no dog in this race! Ada's a big girl, Haru's a big boy, you are neither's father. They can figure it out on their own time.
-these are synonyms.-this update is dedicated to one of my asshole cats (love you honey)
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Haru takes up a handful of
I did as well, my idea was to call our team mate and ask him to create a hard-light copy of the key.You stop, registering a flat look in Weiss and Ada's eyes. As if you've missed a very simple solutio-
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"You called music… the language of the soul. How… literal, were you being?"
Port chuckles deeply.
"Ah… no, no, just a wistful turn of phrase, Mr. Arc; though, life would be much easier were it so simple. In a manner, you are correct- the purpose of today's class was to teach… a truth that some, perhaps, take for granted."
He begins to idly play with the rosary in his hands, creating a quiet beat that compliments his cadence.
"When our ancestors pounded flint on flint, some watched the sparks- others, merely danced. When men and women are lost in, in music, in song and rhythm, in dance and play…"
Port trails off for a moment, the words evading him.
"... It is a reminder that there are things that cannot be taken from us- by time, or tide, tyrant or Grimm. Music will die with the last man standing."
Requirement: Complete the class's Downtime Assignments.
Reward: Learn to play an instrument of your choice, and also figure out what's happening when 4 Huntsmen and Huntresses play music together.
A thought occurs. Some random snippet of something you learned weeks ago floats to the forefront.
"... And why SDC trains are protected by them?"
To Weiss's credit, she doesn't stare agog at you for knowing that- instead, she just gives a deep, well-worn sigh.