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    1. Excidius 10 yrs ago

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Hey guys. I'm sorry, but I am going to withdraw from the RP. Luckily my character doesn't have any ties as of yet. With my ridiculous schedule I won't be giving the RP the attention I feel it deserves and I don't want to be the reason anything gets held up.

Hanged, do you mind if I message you once I have more free time to see if I can re-integrate the RP? This is really something I would like to be a part of. That being said, I understand if it's asking too much.

Thanks everyone and sorry again!

- Alex
So sorry guys for not being active. I will do my best to post tonight, we freaking KILLED our bread production and finished early.
WOOOOOO! Crazy week #1 done! Twelve more to go.

Post be doing I tomorrow will :D One also other the fixing :D I have no energy left at all but I'm just so excited not to get up at 4:30 am tomorrow hahahah
Komamisa said
@Excidius. Aoife and Auguste should have a friendly duel, sometime. I'm under no illusion that they very well may have already had duels in the past prior to this RP, but one in this RP should prove to be rather exciting~


Definitely! We would have to talk about how that would go though. Differences in levels, and such. Aoife is obviously a prodigy but Auguste has more experience... anywho, all in good time.
Apokalipse said
Throughout your entire post, I was thinking "Oggie, use the force." Just so you know.


Is that a good or bad thing? O_o I want to take it as a compliment, but I'm afraid it may mean my style is cliché haha
Cecilia looked up and took the handkerchief. Luckily, she had been too busy with her internal self-deprecating dialog to notice the dagger. She wiped off the slight water build up happening in her eyes and handed the cloth back to the tan girl.

"Thanks Adi. I'm sorry, I'm not usually this crazy. It's just been so weird for a few days now. Having to pack, leave momma and poppa behind, finally meeting someone like me and having her be so... so... mad? I just... I don't understand what's happening yet. Do you? Why have so many pilots all together?"

Sisi though the Canadian branch underestimated her comprehension of the situation. "We're sending you to meet more pilots in Japan. Be good, okay." is what her mother had said. She knew they were keeping secrets, but didn't think that kind of good-bye was subtle, even given to an eleven year old. Unbeknownst to her, it wasn't supposed to be. Her mother had been opposed to sending her remaining daughter to pilot for some time now. Sometimes mothers act dangerously to protect their children...
So sorry about the lack of description in the conversation part of my post. I will fix it tomorrow. OpenOffice decided it would be funny to crash (I typed the dialog first, saved, added descriptions, crashed...) It doesn't hinder comprehension, but it's not as good, obviously.

I'll be including bits like my post developing/detailing Auguste's powers here and there in the RP. I did make myself a sheet with the details, but I like unveiling a little at a time, since the character's powers and simply not understood by others.
So sorry about the lack of description in the conversation part of my post. I will fix it tomorrow. OpenOffice decided it would be funny to crash (I typed the dialog first, saved, added descriptions, crashed...) It doesn't hinder comprehension, but it's not as good, obviously.

I'll be including bits like my post developing/detailing Auguste's powers here and there in the RP. I did make myself a sheet with the details, but I like unveiling a little at a time, since the character's powers and simply not understood by others.
[The evening before.]

“Aaaah... Mr Arazm! I heard you were taking on a more official tutoring duty this year? I wonder how that will work...”

“Well, it's actually more or less a class! Students sign up for personal mentoring with me that can count towards school course credits. We develop their personalized curriculum together and set a goal for them to accomplish in order to obtain passing marks.”

“I don't really care for the details. What I wanted to say was how absurb it is that the Headmaster would deem you worthy of teaching our Apprentice Magistravi Elite when you yourself never cast spells aside from the basics.”

“Well, Mr Orvo, as you may recall a position was created to keep me within these walls. No doubt the Headmaster has reason to believe in me. I was quite the Elite myself during my time at Aledine.”

“Don't try to fool me about what you were or weren't as a student Auguste. Lest you forget, I was the Director of Advanced Studies while you were here as a boy. You were, at best, the Elite of disappointment. Such a grasp of profoundly difficult theorems, yet utter inability to apply them.”

“You placed your own glory into the hands of a boy who knew better... You confuse inability with wisdom, Crescensis”

“Ah yes, the speaches again... That ancient man did weave quite the tight veil to blind you didn't he? Odd, really, how a man with ridiculous power like Stanislas Korbo would vanish from his social cicle, become a nanny – of all things – and raise a boy who believes a magical handicap to be wisdom.”

“This conversation will enlighten neither one of us, Mr Orvo. Please, accept my polite dismissal of your company.”

“So stoic, as always! Stoicism brings people nowhere Auguste. Power does.”

The last words had barely left his old teacher's lips that Auguste could sense the spell coming. Over the years he had developed an uncanny ability to sense people's intent, to analyze their will power. This sixth sense had propelled Oggie's prowess with magical energy manipulation, “Meddling” as he called it, to new untold of heights. In the end, that's what it all boiled down to: a battle of will to see who would maintain control over the energy. He compared it to vectors. The force needed to either cancel or deviate the intended movement depended on the original vector itself. What direction was the Magistrava going in? What did he or she seek to achieve? That was where people made fatal flaws and that is where Auguste could strike.

Crescensis Orvo was no apprentice. He had almost as much experience as the Headmaster in his art and was by no means to be taken lightly. Auguste could sense his will clearly though and knew almost instantly which aspect of the spell to attack. As soon as his former-teacher-turned-rival gestured, declaring the end of his quite brief incantation, Oggie simply turned around to face him and looked at him straight in the eyes. People around them grew silent, as if waiting for the climax. Suddenly... Nothing happened. Crescensis lowered a brow and looked into his former pupil's eyes. The elderly man burst out a single word, ever so slightly flicking his right hand... Nothing again. It was a done deal, and Auguste knew it. The first spell unwoven was always the most difficult. His targets could never sufficiently recover from the surprise and frustration to find a window in which to cast their spells.

The two men looked at each other intensely for as much as a few seconds; a veritable lifetime as far as intense moments are concerned. Crescensis was panicking because he had no idea what was happening, and Auguste was calm and in control. At last the still-Director of Advanced Studies belched out laughing the fakest of forced laughs Oggie had ever heard. “You see, ladies and gentlemen! The all-mighty Auguste Arazm has stripped me of my powers with his mundane philosophies! Don't spend too much time listening to his nonsense or the void composing his mystical abilities will suck you dry as well!” The old man laughed some more, a few people joining him. He left the room as he wiped his fake-tear-of-laughter of the side of his cheek and, as soon as he was out of sight, gracefully opened his hand revealing a single speck of light. He closed his fist sharply. “Curse him.”

[At the opening ceremony.]

Auguste walked onto the stage and sat down behind the podium where, if found, the class representative and Headmaster would address the assembly. He turned his head lightly and watched other faculty members panicking backstage. Amongst them was the lovely Mr Orvo who, oddly enough, would never lock eyes...
Post up within the next hour and a half O_O Sorry, posting during weekdays will be difficult. Turns out I'm severely free-time impaired. Including commute I have 15.5 hours booked in my week days... They, alas, do not including eating or personal hygiene... While I love RPing, it will have to wait until friday nights, saturdays and sundays to be fast paced :( or else it will conflict with my 6 hour allotted power-down :P

I wish I could post during class... but it's hard to make breads and type at the same time O_O
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