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Fallin walked quickly through the corridors of Central, her head held high. I can't be bothered with him right now. I need to concentrate on finding the feather and stopping the homunculi. "Wait up, Fallin!" Guardian called. Fallin stopped and turned, pausing to let Guardian catch up. Then she resumed walking, her shoes softly clip-clopping at a staccato pace through the halls. "Why are you walking so quickly?" Guardian panted. "I need to get Bekah!" Fallin whirled around suddenly, her eyes blazing. Then they softened. "I'm sorry, Guardian," she murmured. "I'm a little worked up right now." "It's alright, Fallin," Guardian smiled a littl

 "Ve~ You mean that they actually approved it?" The Italian looked over-joyed as he kept glancing from the paper in his hands to his three friends as they ate their lunch. It was a wonderful summer day, so the students had been let outside to eat. There were several picnic tables scattered throughout the campus, some of the students brought blankets and were eating on the ground. The air was still crisp with the threat of fall, but that wasn't what Italy was concerned about at the moment. He flipped his chestnut brown hair away from his equally as brown eyes as he waited anxiously for a response. "Hai." The Asian sitting next to him nodded,

I'll admit;I'm a bit of a scavenger.  I find things that are discarded and scoop them up because I see potential in them.  Sometimes the things I find are pristine and some are perfect with the exception of a fashionably worn layer of debris or muck.  Other times, they are things that have knick, dents, kinks, scratches, or a section looking much like a teething child once seized hold of it.  Some objects are simply forgotten, left in disregard to how much potential and use is left in them. In the same way I think God is a scavenger.  This is not to say that He only scavenges, but simply, that perhaps with the same enjoyment I feel, He activ