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Voice Steal -- DOA
In the corner of the PE barn is a door leading to a small wooden paneled room. The place smells faintly of woodshavings and woodpolish. There is a small plush chair in the corner next to a footstool. There is a redwood desk littered with papers, strewn in a way that one might describe a 'chaotic mess'. In the farthest corner of the room is a maroon dartboard, littered with throwing knives all struggling to be in the same small circle. You can only imagine that the rest of the knives are in one of the desk drawers. What looks like a young male student glances up at you in irritation, and when he asks you what you want you are shocked to realize that this is Sage Branton, and you are standing in her office.
❝ You're allowed in the barn whenever you want as long as you clean up after yourself.
Ｔhanks,
Ｐrofessor Sage Branton❞
In the corner of the PE barn is a door leading to a small wooden paneled room. The place smells faintly of woodshavings and woodpolish. There is a small plush chair in the corner next to a footstool. There is a redwood desk littered with papers, strewn in a way that one might describe a 'chaotic mess'. In the farthest corner of the room is a maroon dartboard, littered with throwing knives all struggling to be in the same small circle. You can only imagine that the rest of the knives are in one of the desk drawers. What looks like a young male student glances up at you in irritation, and when he asks you what you want you are shocked to realize that this is Sage Branton, and you are standing in her office.
❝ You're allowed in the barn whenever you want as long as you clean up after yourself.
Ｔhanks,
Ｐrofessor Sage Branton❞
