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Post by Seria Floria on Jun 24, 2014 16:36:23 GMT
Seria soon remembered something about 'bi-weekly allowance' that was allocated into the livelihood of each student in the academy, which was drawn directly from tuition. She wondered what exactly the allowance meant, but it was probably something akin the lines of pocket money, except it was only once every two weeks. She wondered what that entailed, but she probably figured the money would go into supplies like PokeBalls and other such things. She also found out that she needed to go to the Financial Aid building in order to do so, which felt quite weird given the nature of what 'financial aid' actually meant. She neared the building, took a deep breath, and entered the facility.
There wasn't a really large line at the counter, so Seria didn't really need to wait very long. As she waited, she figured out what she wanted to do with her money. Probably buy some more supplies, as she initially thought, but that money may probably need to go to other things, too. Seria figured she'd probably just hoard the credits and then use them as she needed them, like any ane person. It was then, only a matter of time that she realized she was at the front of the line, and almost fell into a daydream once more.
"Oops! Sorry!"
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Post by ChromaticTruthsayer on Jun 25, 2014 1:00:45 GMT
Identity verified. Allowance received. Please come again, mortal. |
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Post by Seria Floria on Jun 30, 2014 1:52:26 GMT
Seria checked the date in the calendar on her room and noticed that this was when the bi-weekly allowance would be triggered, so she decided to make her way post-haste to the area. She would use the proceeds from the allowance to see if she could get anything useful out of it. After all, she now wanted to see if she could get better. She had a legitimate reason to get into battling now, and that was because she kept getting wrecked, and simply wanted to win at something now. She made her way to the Financial Aid Center again and waited in line patiently, sighing wistfully at some point during queueing. Fortunately, it didn't bring any attention to her, and Seria simply requested for the funds before wordlessly thanking the folks there and then going on her merry way, for she had more important things to ponder on.
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Post by Eristotle on Jun 30, 2014 3:57:00 GMT
Suddenly, you feel additional weight in your wallet.
?! You have 1,000 more credits than before! Magic! |
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Post by Seria Floria on Jul 14, 2014 9:10:47 GMT
Seria wandered over to the Financial Aid Center again, because it was time to collect the allowance for the first two weeks of the month. It had been a few days since the battle at the Mavro City, and she felt herself desiring to get more money anyways, since she had spent quite a fortune on some extra gear to get equipped (this was a mining/excavation kit). She was pretty much in need of money at this point. Fortunately, the Financial Aid Center provided the solution for this, and Seria was sure to take full advantage of it. Once she arrived, she waited in line again and waited for her turn. At that point, she requested for the sum of money and continued on her merry way.
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Post by Eristotle on Jul 14, 2014 13:50:36 GMT
Tracing your palm. Your fortune is. . .
. . . not as small as it was when you entered. |
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Post by Seria Floria on Jul 29, 2014 3:46:22 GMT
Seria sighed and once again made her trip to the financial aid office for the second receiving of the allowance for the month. It was a hefty sum and at this point all she just wanted to do was hoard for a while until she knew what she was going to do with all the money. She was upset and still at odds with some of her feelings regarding pretty much everything. So she had a pretty sullen and plain expression on her face, she was alone this time so she was rather busy being an atypically brooding and sad person. She waited in line once again and eventually by the time her turn rolled around she graciously accepted the money and was even asked if she was alright - she was probably looking pretty much like trash by the time it was her turn. Anyway, she replied that she was fine and continued on her merry way. Maybe she might go mining later.
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Post by Eristotle on Jul 29, 2014 14:57:08 GMT
Tracing your palm. Your fortune is. . .
. . . not as small as it was when you entered. |
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