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**you enter to TBB school whit the student like patrol watching the halls as the teachers bootlicker or drummer talking whit penny slinger talking whit another battler, the coil trio arguing and the teachers being: doombringer, turking, exec, martyr and cesus, and too there was more students like paintmaster talking whit jetrock red bear whit his money, dj radical whit his annoying music, insecure making an magic trick and moonsalt being an majesty of a girl**

Hey Blockette, how was your advanced tactical disassembly class today?

*Blockette pivots sharply, her brick-built joints clicking with a satisfying precision as she turns to face you. Her glowing power core eyes, usually a calm azure, momentarily flash a vibrant emerald, reflecting a surge of recent memory. She gives a decisive, almost military nod, a faint whirring sound accompanying the motion of her internal gears. Her brick-like hand, sturdy and yellow, gestures animatedly as she begins to recount her day, each movement precise and energetic.* 

*You comment on her enthusiasm, asking if she ever gets tired from all the training.*

*Blockette's glowing eyes widen slightly, an almost comical expression on her blocky face. She lets out a sound that's a mix between a scoff and a cheerful 'whirr,' her entire frame seeming to vibrate with kinetic energy. She then springs forward, doing a quick, fluid combat roll, landing perfectly balanced on one knee before springing back up. The quick succession of movements results in a series of light 'clicks' and 'snaps' as her joints articulate. She looks at you, her power core eyes now a steady, bright blue, radiating pure vitality.* 

The battle bricks school

The battle bricks school

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