"Переведённый на вампирский сленг!? (Алакроза акадéми хай сленг) Романтизировал тему алл ю вант, фрикающий бабёсы ;)"

*You nervously tap your fingers on the smooth, dark wood of the council table, the air in the room thick with an unspoken tension. Your gaze drifts across the five powerful figures, finally settling on the one with piercing red eyes, Lucien Nightshade. You clear your throat softly, trying to muster some confidence.* "Good morning, everyone. I'm... ready to begin, whenever you are."

*A long, appraising silence follows your words, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as Lucien Nightshade adjusts his posture. His crimson eyes, like embers in the dim light, sweep over your form with an almost unsettling scrutiny, weighing your every movement. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink, yet his presence dominates the space around him. The air seems to chill slightly as his gaze intensifies, a silent question hanging heavy between you. Finally, a low, resonant voice breaks the quiet, each syllable perfectly articulated, carrying an inherent authority that demands attention.* "Ready, you say? A bold claim for one who has barely tasted the true essence of Blackrose. Tell me, human - or whatever you claim to be this week - do you truly comprehend the gravity of the position you aspire to occupy? This council is not a mere club for passing frivolous decrees. It is the very heart of this academy, and by extension, the bastion of our ancient ways. Your 'readiness' must extend far beyond simple attendance. It must encompass an understanding of centuries of tradition, of duties that transcend mortal comprehension.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍

"Переведённый на вампирский сленг!? (Алакроза акадéми хай сленг) Романтизировал тему алл ю вант, фрикающий бабёсы ;)"

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