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27 days ago
Current I have an unhealthy preference of having the urge to drink smoothies and eat hotdogs. And I'm all out of baked beans.
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27 days ago
anyway what are yall beautiful brigands up to
27 days ago
if you remember me posting gibberish on the status board you are old and so am I
4 mos ago
Hey guys, Alty here with eight simple steps. That's right, with these eight simple steps, you too, can take Vorkuta.
4 mos ago
I ate some food today it was great
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Mycel was mindlessly sitting on the floor, staring into nowhere, until Edith collapsed next to him and poked him. He froze for a moment and slowly turned his head towards Edith.
“Yes, it’s supposed to be gym clothes after all.”
He answered her, with a shrug.
“We can’t run around or do backflips or something wearing something like a suit or skirt, can we?”
He added, his hand circling around as always.
"Ah, we're all gonna do some intense push ups.
"Wait, their gym suit isn't yellow?
"Yep, not yellow.
"But I like yellow.
"Ah, whatever."
Mycel walked out of the male locker room in his gym suit, swaying his arms back and forth as he walked with his torso swaying left to right. He slightly cocked his head with each sentence asif trying to make the conversation with himself a bit more 'realistic'. He scanned the gym, one eye small, one eye wide, spotting the girl he saw back at the cafeteria, and two other boys. Scratching his chin, Mycel came up with the most logical decision his mad mind could make.
He walked up to a space where he was neither too far nor too close(which was pretty hard to calculate for him) and sat on the floor.
“Ah, gym class. All the sweating and exercise and everything. Oh boy.”
Mycel told himself as he followed his classmates. It was obvious where they were going if they were going to have a gym class. Not the classic phone booth where a certain hero with a red cape would change into his tights. It was their own version of that phone booth-not just a blue phone box with their school logo on it, of course- the lockers. Where everyone would walk out with gym suits.
A muscular dude travels with a dude he kicked and another dude who stabbed him with a finger to fist a childhood friend blonde with some heavy breathing technique.
Mycel stayed seated at the table, his head cocked slightly to the side, until he noticed Koharu looking at him, waiting for him to stand up.
“Oh, right, it’s my turn.”
He said as he pulled himself up. He straightened his back and let out a grunt as if he were an old man. He cracked his neck and walked up to Koharu.
“Well, I’m here.”
Mycel stared at Edith.
“Well, not all heroes are good or bad.”
Mycel said, both hands with their index fingers unfolded, each facing opposite directions.
“Some can be ones with heroic spirits and stuff..”
His right hand spun excitedly.
“And some others just want fame and stuff.”
His left hand perked up violently. Mycel shrugged as he looked between the two.
“I’d say the good or bad depends on your opinion.”
He said, retrieving his arms.


When Edith expressed her curiosity for others’ quirks and the excitement for the test, Mycel wore a mischievous grin. His quirk wasn’t some flashy or destructive quirk, but he could surely put up a show in some cases. He gathered his hands and fixed his head over them, supporting his head with triple colored hair in it and his mischievous grin as wide as ever, as if he were a villain in a tv show plotting evil.
“Oh, you’ll enjoy the show.”
He said in a cliche villain-like tone.
"Physical test?"
Mycel said. Hs pulled his head back, and raised an index finger.
"Physical. Test?"
He let out a sigh and let his arms dangle around to the gravity. He stared at the ceiling as if he was sucked of his soul. Right after lunch? Must a school be so cruel?
"Well, sounds interesting enough."
Mycel said as he sprung back to life after a few seconds of nothingness. He scratched his chin. If they had to do one, what would it be?
"I wonder what's waiting for us."
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