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9 yrs ago
Current Isn't it great when someone blames their Rp issues on you when it is truly their fault?
9 yrs ago
Note to self:Eating Blazing Wings from BWW is not a good idea if you don't want to feel like you are dying.
9 yrs ago
I'm sorry for not posting these last few days. I was dealing with some issues.
10 yrs ago
I have seen the signs and portents! I fear another guild crash is coming.
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10 yrs ago
Always fun to have two 1x1 rps die before they even start. Gotta love being ignored.
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Me too!!! I'm starting it soon.
@Skepic
Sick as a dog and hopped up on medicine... I will try to post tomorrow. I am so sorry.
I will be posting later tonight.
Roy gave the girl his best smile. He still had to pretend that he was just some low born noble. Still even he knew who this girl was. Her father was arguably one of the most famous men in the city. Even a guy like Roy could admit that Alex Falke was a hero. He had also heard that his daughter was a bit of a spitfire. He was surprised that the first person he met was the daughter of a hero. Roy quickly put his hand down. He was a little flustered from that but he managed to control himself as a gaggle of nobles sauntered over. He could already tell he would hate these people.

He had no idea who this guy was but he wanted to punch him in the face. Roy kept a polite smile on his face. Everything he had read told him that punching this man in the face would not help him at all. Still, he was used to be looking down on by people like him. In his old neighborhood, he would be already wiping this guy's blood and teeth off of his hands. There were better ways in this world to deal with people like him.

"It's not hard to spot a pompous windbag like you, friend." He said with that fake smile still plastered on his face. He already knew he preferred Ava's quick tongue. She was more his speed over Finnbar and his cronies. "I fear for the kingdom should someone like you become Grand Admiral. A dog would be a better Grand Admiral than you." He said as he turned and followed Ava away. He grabbed his bags as he followed her.

"I swear I will never understand this place." He said before he turned and looked at Alexander. "He is a bastard, that one." He said to Ava as they walked away. He was not going to stand down but he also wanted to follow with Ava. He turned back towards Ava as his mood changed. "So I hope you know where we are going. Cause I am hopelessly lost right now." He admitted as he kept walking.
Now for a reading into Roy's Mind:
I must not punch the douche in the face. I must not punch the douche in the face.
Roy looked out the window as the bus rolled along the road. He had never been this far from the city and it was a little disorientating. He had never left the city and now he was on his way to the Academy to learn what he needed to fly. He was honestly quite worried about all of this. He had to keep up the act of being a noble while also keeping himself near the top of the class. That meant cutting the throat of anyone that stood in his way. It was brutal but these blue bloods deserved it. They had been given everything for free while he had to fight for every little scrap he had. It was not a fun life but now he had the chance to change everything. That meant that he had to keep the charade going. Since, he did not want to stand out and that meant staying on campus for now. Staying on campus meant he could keep his eyes on the other students. He needed to watch out for everyone else. These people were smarter than they looked. He could not let any of this slip.

Roy looked the part of a bored noble. He had the bored expression of someone who had seen this all before. On the inside, he was like a little kid. This was amazing. To see the sky without the smog of the city. He was far from the poor bastard that he was born as. The school looked far to opulent for his liking but he was not allowed to say that. He most certainly not allowed to take his own luggage. A young noble was not to take such a job. He nodded to the servant with his baggage as they walked towards his dorm room. To most nobles, it would have been seen as sub-par but to Roy they were amazing. He had been born and lived in one of the foulest parts of the Kingdom. This room was perfect for him. He nodded to the servant as he walked out of the room.

Roy sauntered into the common room and looked around. It was time to lay on the charm. He saw a girl looking around the room. He decided to walk up and talk to her. "They all look so lost, don't they." He said trying to be conversational. "Roy Whitney. " he said trying to do his best noble way of talking. "And you are?"
Dang it. I think you should post first. I am going to be a bit... I have such bad writers block.
I am basically dead right now. So tired. I'll try to think of something to post.
Should I post now then? Or do you want me to wait? I do not want to step on your toes so to speak. I also wouldn't know the class' name.
Hmmm... Any ideas on how to start? I am drawing a blank right now.
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