#🔮ˡⁱˡᵃᶜ ᴹᵃᵍᵉ - Lyon

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I Came, I Saw...I Cleaned

The Ethereal Party was a smashing success! That said, perhaps it was a bit too smashing… the reception hall and parts of the surrounding campus are looking worse for wear with how littered the ground is with broken decorations, spilled punch, and trampled cat-ear headbands. When only a few students stepped forward to volunteer their help, the administration decided to up their game and hand-pick a few “struggling” students to help out with the cleaning, hoping that the good deed will help them see the inherent value in performing good deeds. Whether those students take the lesson to heart, or even need the lesson at all, is another story…

Ball clean-up starter for @salvational

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                    It was mess― an atrocious, floundering mess remedied by very few. He couldn’t simply let the clean-up crew suffer the poor etiquette of the students and break their backs trying to clean up this whole messy ordeal; he’d walk away with a guilty conscience if he didn’t do anything! That simply wouldn’t do...but it wasn’t exactly like Azelle could do much on his own. He only hoped that he might be joined by another grateful enough soul to help remedy the mess they― the students― had all caused. 

                    Empty drinking glasses littered the expanse of the punch table, and Azelle figured it would be best to start there. So, he scooped up as many glasses as he could and deposited them in the passing dish bins, returning to the table to take in another armful and repeat the process until the punch table was cleared of all empty glasses. All the while, he hummed to himself, organizing his thoughts while he absentmindedly restored order to the table.

                    He’d met so many people...so many people he though he’d lost. From Lord Sigurd and Lady Ethlyn to Shannan― King Shannan― and little Seliph...not so little Seliph, but who he could only recall as little Seliph. Crusaders above, even Arvis had sought him out and greeted him, and something bitter blossomed in Azelle’s heart when he recalled how awkward he’d been around his elder brother. It was just Arvis! Belhalla-burning, Sigurd-slaying Arvis...Oh, he’d have to soon learn to move past that. After all, it sounded as if his elder brother was striving to make amends; maybe Azelle could do the same. 

                   “Oh, here!” He beckoned to one of the servants passing by with their dish bin, and he dumped his newly acquired punch glasses into the tub. Punch table handled, Azelle looked around; he knew many of the other students here were selected by the faculty to serve some sort of punishment― be it for too severe of drinking or other reasons, he didn’t know. He also didn’t desire to find out. No, he simply wanted to help the janitorial team and be on his way to his studies.