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This account is pretty inactive now. But I pop on from time to time to see if anything of interest pops up. I tend to drop out of things with writers block if I find myself lacking in interest, but do try to keep things long=term. Been offline for most of the last 12 months but hoping I might soon find something to get me back in that RP saddle.
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The initial weeks for Jake had not been pleasant. Though he had expected at much, granted he was likely the most deserving of the blame. The stigmata of his name loomed like an eternal shroud as he avoided interacting with the other students outside of the bare minimum that he had to partake in due to class activities. Of course there was also that roommate of his, what was his name again? Chen Xiaobao, Jake clicks his fingers as he remembers the name as though it was a challenge.
Within the classes, the pyromancy felt rather simplistic, though some of the tasks were not ones he'd typically use his powers for. To control energy at such a fine level, almost had seemed impossible for such a destructive force, one that he had personally been more invested in the combat side of prior to attending the academy. However the learning of theory had been rather interesting, along with the history of magics origin. Knowledge was always a fascinating thing for his family, their family, Jake would remind himself mentally over and over again. He had known the truth, it was his right to, how many of the students and staff knew was hard to gauge. Those that did, if any, had not admitted as such but so long as they weren't going to blurt it out to everyone he wasn't too concerned.
Over the weeks he had continued to make a conscious effort to keep his face partially covered with an assortment of hoodies that he switched between. There was a principle behind it, though it would easily be perceived as some kind of misguided fashion statement that would never catch on with the other students, hopefully. This along with his general avoidance of the other students may of gave off a somewhat dismissive vibe but if that's what he required in order to have moments to think then so be it. Perhaps some would think the action was justified, he couldn't really blame them if they did. In a moment of irritation of his own mind, Jake raised his hand to rub the scar on his cheek hidden within the hoods coverage.
But he had to look on the bright side for a change. It was Sunday, a nice allotment of free time that granted him the chance to through strategies at his leisure, without having to hide it every couple of minutes from his professors. The thick, but plain paper pad which he carried with him 'Lucshen Battle' scrawled on its cover. It had been in his possession to every class and had been on his person almost exclusively all day at the weekends. Every couple of days another sheet of paper would end up tacked on the wall of his side of the dorm. He wasn't quite sure what Xiaobao made of it, but then he didn't really care. Not that his notes would make any form of logical sense, his method for working was rather chaotic at best, leading to notes with arrows pointing to join different sections to one another scribbled down on different segments of the page. It could quite possibly be closely resembled by the writings of a madman, if one were justified to make such a judgement.
He had left his dorm room as early as he could make a break for it to avoid any unwanted small talk as he made his way toward the common room with a soft hum. Opening his book as he did so. "Let see here... this would be, number six?" As Jake spoke to himself he circled a six in the corner of the page. Likely the only part that made any sense, an increasing number system. As he turned the corridor closing in on the common room he comes to an almost sudden stop as he saw two students greeting each other in the hall. Names.. names... names... Having established the most basic of information he continued onward nodding as he passed. "Memoli... Towerfall..." As the sun shone through the window causing his eyes to squint, he brought himself to a stop a few feet from the other two. "Nice fucking day indeed Towerfall. Still plenty of time to hurt oneself however, maybe don't take your name to literally."
With that Jake continued on his way, he needed some form of sustenance and maybe he could catch a quiet breather before the masses would inevitably dog-pile into the common area. As luck would have it, the common room was near to empty just seemed to be that Santora guy for now. Rather than engage in small talk however he quickly scooped up an apple and bit into it as he found a seat resting the paper pad on his lap as he begins to sketch out shapes and symbols, assigning them numbers and letters as he goes. The he places his pen down to one side, staring at the page as though analysing what he done for some kind of deeper purpose.
Within the classes, the pyromancy felt rather simplistic, though some of the tasks were not ones he'd typically use his powers for. To control energy at such a fine level, almost had seemed impossible for such a destructive force, one that he had personally been more invested in the combat side of prior to attending the academy. However the learning of theory had been rather interesting, along with the history of magics origin. Knowledge was always a fascinating thing for his family, their family, Jake would remind himself mentally over and over again. He had known the truth, it was his right to, how many of the students and staff knew was hard to gauge. Those that did, if any, had not admitted as such but so long as they weren't going to blurt it out to everyone he wasn't too concerned.
Over the weeks he had continued to make a conscious effort to keep his face partially covered with an assortment of hoodies that he switched between. There was a principle behind it, though it would easily be perceived as some kind of misguided fashion statement that would never catch on with the other students, hopefully. This along with his general avoidance of the other students may of gave off a somewhat dismissive vibe but if that's what he required in order to have moments to think then so be it. Perhaps some would think the action was justified, he couldn't really blame them if they did. In a moment of irritation of his own mind, Jake raised his hand to rub the scar on his cheek hidden within the hoods coverage.
But he had to look on the bright side for a change. It was Sunday, a nice allotment of free time that granted him the chance to through strategies at his leisure, without having to hide it every couple of minutes from his professors. The thick, but plain paper pad which he carried with him 'Lucshen Battle' scrawled on its cover. It had been in his possession to every class and had been on his person almost exclusively all day at the weekends. Every couple of days another sheet of paper would end up tacked on the wall of his side of the dorm. He wasn't quite sure what Xiaobao made of it, but then he didn't really care. Not that his notes would make any form of logical sense, his method for working was rather chaotic at best, leading to notes with arrows pointing to join different sections to one another scribbled down on different segments of the page. It could quite possibly be closely resembled by the writings of a madman, if one were justified to make such a judgement.
He had left his dorm room as early as he could make a break for it to avoid any unwanted small talk as he made his way toward the common room with a soft hum. Opening his book as he did so. "Let see here... this would be, number six?" As Jake spoke to himself he circled a six in the corner of the page. Likely the only part that made any sense, an increasing number system. As he turned the corridor closing in on the common room he comes to an almost sudden stop as he saw two students greeting each other in the hall. Names.. names... names... Having established the most basic of information he continued onward nodding as he passed. "Memoli... Towerfall..." As the sun shone through the window causing his eyes to squint, he brought himself to a stop a few feet from the other two. "Nice fucking day indeed Towerfall. Still plenty of time to hurt oneself however, maybe don't take your name to literally."
With that Jake continued on his way, he needed some form of sustenance and maybe he could catch a quiet breather before the masses would inevitably dog-pile into the common area. As luck would have it, the common room was near to empty just seemed to be that Santora guy for now. Rather than engage in small talk however he quickly scooped up an apple and bit into it as he found a seat resting the paper pad on his lap as he begins to sketch out shapes and symbols, assigning them numbers and letters as he goes. The he places his pen down to one side, staring at the page as though analysing what he done for some kind of deeper purpose.
@CairoI'm still interested.
Only just realise I put the portrait in wrong >.> on my character sheet submissions. Also changed my text color to make it easier if anyones going to quote speech snippets between posts.
Curious, what more was potentially going to be said in that moment when Professor Lovette had cut himself off. Though to be frank he was a tiny bit disappointed, he'd hoped for something almost like enlightenment in the answer. Though despite this he did not let it show as he smiled in gratitude of receipt of an answer. For a moment he thought the professor was spacing out, as though they'd became absent from their own thoughts. Jake peered into the professors eyes and was almost startled when he'd clapped his hands together pretty much snapping them both back into reality.
When the professor broke line of sight Jake looked over his shoulder back over the room, before returning his attention to the professors question. Noticing the opportunity to speak up, Jake bowed his head toward the professor. "Well first I'd like to thank you. An honest opinion is better than a denial of one, no matter the context. Now as for anything else... ah yes!" Jake reached into his pocket as he unfolded an envelop as neatly he could holding it out. "To whom it may concern, it's simply a letter explaining that no other Lucshen will be visiting the academy regardless of occasion. My family don't wish to make things difficult, for student, staff nor visitors." Although sealed with wax, the family crest upon it had been evidently defaced, almost as though someone had deliberately scratched it off.
"And with that... I look forward to your classes Professor Lovette. An opportunity to learn something new is always a cherished one within our household. As the family saying goes... well I shant bore you with that." Jake reminisced his parents telling of the Firestrom family saying, though they were no longer of that family, it still rung true with them. "I believe there are likely other matters that require your attention, so I shant take up more of your time." Jake bowed his head once more before turning back towards the room, as he glanced back at the list of names on the screen.
He didn't recognise most of them. There was a few councillor family names he recognised, though not many. Most of what he did know about the community was self taught due to his families decision to steer clear of it. His enrolment in the academy was the closest they came to integrating back into society in a long time. With a sigh Jake headed back to where he'd been previously sitting his bag of belongings still lent against the chair.
@EchoicChamber
When the professor broke line of sight Jake looked over his shoulder back over the room, before returning his attention to the professors question. Noticing the opportunity to speak up, Jake bowed his head toward the professor. "Well first I'd like to thank you. An honest opinion is better than a denial of one, no matter the context. Now as for anything else... ah yes!" Jake reached into his pocket as he unfolded an envelop as neatly he could holding it out. "To whom it may concern, it's simply a letter explaining that no other Lucshen will be visiting the academy regardless of occasion. My family don't wish to make things difficult, for student, staff nor visitors." Although sealed with wax, the family crest upon it had been evidently defaced, almost as though someone had deliberately scratched it off.
"And with that... I look forward to your classes Professor Lovette. An opportunity to learn something new is always a cherished one within our household. As the family saying goes... well I shant bore you with that." Jake reminisced his parents telling of the Firestrom family saying, though they were no longer of that family, it still rung true with them. "I believe there are likely other matters that require your attention, so I shant take up more of your time." Jake bowed his head once more before turning back towards the room, as he glanced back at the list of names on the screen.
He didn't recognise most of them. There was a few councillor family names he recognised, though not many. Most of what he did know about the community was self taught due to his families decision to steer clear of it. His enrolment in the academy was the closest they came to integrating back into society in a long time. With a sigh Jake headed back to where he'd been previously sitting his bag of belongings still lent against the chair.
@EchoicChamber
Not bad, still here. Didn't want to post so soon after my last post though.
"A Pyro... and Aeromancer, interesting." Though interesting as it were this handshake was starting to get a little discomforting, and what was with that look? Jake was starting to get concerned for the retrieval of his own hand until Margie presented an opportunity for him to wrest it free without making it so blatantly forceful. "Likewise." He replies to Margie's greeting with a soft bow of his head, thankful for her interruption. Though tempting he resisted the urge to eavesdrop on yet another conversation as the announcement of orientation was made. Deciding not to take a seat but remain standing he leaned back as though to have the table support his weight.
Jake listened to the orientation, most of the rules were ones to be expected and Jake found himself lapsing between concentration and lack of as he watched the presentation. He raised the apple once more to his mouth to take a bite during the crunch of the fruit seeming somewhat louder since one of the professors was currently holding everyone's attention. Conscious of the fact, he slowly chewed the mouthful as he continued to listen.
No coconuts, due to an allergy. Now if nothing else that was worth making note of, a strange request but the reasoning for it seemed a sound one. Plus even if they were available in any store, coconuts weren't exactly a common purchase for most. There only seemed to be three professor's currently in the room, Lovette, Schippers and... well he wasn't sure who the third one was. Could said problem be related to one of those three perhaps? A weakness was a weakness regardless of its origin. Though most of the rules were pretty common, in a place like this it'd be hard to continuously enforce. After all most would rather not follow the rules then conform to them, natural rebellious behaviour if nothing else dictated that.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly throughout the presentation then the room allocations, accompanied by student names came up. "Aw, shit..." There it was his name written out with his room allocation. "Well see ya around." Jake spoke before heading over to the room keys not waiting or expecting any response. Once he had his key he looked around noticing that Professor Lovette was still in the room he headed over almost immediately after grabbing his key wearing on a smile on his face.
"Professor Lovette?" Jake as customary with any introduction he'd plan to make stuck out his hand toward the professor. "Jake... well no point not saying it now huh? Jake Lucshen." He reached up and adjusted his hood with his other hand which had shifted in his movement for his room key. "You said we're free to ask questions and I'd like to pose one if I may. I'm particularly interested in your response, being the history professor." Jake paused as if trying to find the best way to pose the question. "I understand that this may be difficult given your position... so, unofficially I guess? I'd like to ask your thoughts on the Lucshen?" As his intent was to ensure the conversation was just between himself and the professor he'd kept his voice down. "The contents, matters not so long as it's honest. After all I've first hand experience in painful opinion's." Jake shifts his hood again revealing the scar that marked one side of his face.
@EchoicChamber@Sailorsadie
Jake listened to the orientation, most of the rules were ones to be expected and Jake found himself lapsing between concentration and lack of as he watched the presentation. He raised the apple once more to his mouth to take a bite during the crunch of the fruit seeming somewhat louder since one of the professors was currently holding everyone's attention. Conscious of the fact, he slowly chewed the mouthful as he continued to listen.
No coconuts, due to an allergy. Now if nothing else that was worth making note of, a strange request but the reasoning for it seemed a sound one. Plus even if they were available in any store, coconuts weren't exactly a common purchase for most. There only seemed to be three professor's currently in the room, Lovette, Schippers and... well he wasn't sure who the third one was. Could said problem be related to one of those three perhaps? A weakness was a weakness regardless of its origin. Though most of the rules were pretty common, in a place like this it'd be hard to continuously enforce. After all most would rather not follow the rules then conform to them, natural rebellious behaviour if nothing else dictated that.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly throughout the presentation then the room allocations, accompanied by student names came up. "Aw, shit..." There it was his name written out with his room allocation. "Well see ya around." Jake spoke before heading over to the room keys not waiting or expecting any response. Once he had his key he looked around noticing that Professor Lovette was still in the room he headed over almost immediately after grabbing his key wearing on a smile on his face.
"Professor Lovette?" Jake as customary with any introduction he'd plan to make stuck out his hand toward the professor. "Jake... well no point not saying it now huh? Jake Lucshen." He reached up and adjusted his hood with his other hand which had shifted in his movement for his room key. "You said we're free to ask questions and I'd like to pose one if I may. I'm particularly interested in your response, being the history professor." Jake paused as if trying to find the best way to pose the question. "I understand that this may be difficult given your position... so, unofficially I guess? I'd like to ask your thoughts on the Lucshen?" As his intent was to ensure the conversation was just between himself and the professor he'd kept his voice down. "The contents, matters not so long as it's honest. After all I've first hand experience in painful opinion's." Jake shifts his hood again revealing the scar that marked one side of his face.
@EchoicChamber@Sailorsadie
"Had I taken the sword..." Lance pops one of the candies in his mouth before continuing. "I believe he may of ended up losing that thieving hand." His tone was somewhat serious as he raised the swords sheath and slung its strap back over his shoulder. "Perhaps that'd an overreaction... or perhaps he'd learn something from it, who knows?"
Lance glances to their wolf companion. "So I knew you was good with animals, but what's up with this guy?" Ash just seemed to be contently following Tawny around like it was the most natural thing for a wolf to be doing.
@Raptra
Lance glances to their wolf companion. "So I knew you was good with animals, but what's up with this guy?" Ash just seemed to be contently following Tawny around like it was the most natural thing for a wolf to be doing.
@Raptra
A temporary visitor from Baldur's Gate 1.0 :P
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