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osu! and Terraria.

Placin' blocks to the beat, I guess.
@KuramaaaZ

I don't think you'd die. More like... Be stuck in a hospital for a few months.
Zen voice : Thou who lose often thou shall improve saiyan style ahahah


Remember, the improvement is proportional to the degree of ass kicking. Maybe Vlad should try to punch the old man in the face or something. ;D
Also did brubruhildu just challenge a teacher? Rip brubru


Consider it my thanks for watching Vlad get his ass kicked repeatedly :D
There goes the lesson plan.
Brunhilde




The weapon struck the open book squarely, tearing the delicate pages to shreds. A scrap of torn paper floated on the breeze, and Brunhilde recognized her own handwriting. Numbness swept through her at the sight. How many years had been lost? Too many, no matter how few pages had been annihilated. Nausea took her for a moment, and she stumbled over to Emi and the book, where she checked the damage, with zero regard for Vallen's lesson. Thumbing through the book to the last, most intact page revealed that roughly three hundred and fifty pages had been damaged, with the ones closest to the impact point cracked and torn out, and a deep crack and wrinkle running forward toward the front of the book. The image of the chain striking the book was burned into her mind, and would remain until she had calmed down. She looked towards Emi, who had been holding the book at the moment. The reminder on Brunhilde's arm mentioned that this girl had been helping her for the day, and although she was shaking in anger, she didn't want there to be any collateral damage - especially not someone she assumed to be a friend of hers.

She quietly spoke to Emi, her voice cold yet shaken. "Get out of here."
She turned her head toward Avarius, who was completely uninvolved in the incident. "You too."
Luke was already making his way back towards the Academy's main buildings, so he was already out of harm's way.

She had seen a part of herself die right in front of her, and what remained of her composure slipped away within a matter of seconds, despite her struggling to remain calm. Images of the chain, the book, the evil that had cast the chain, and her own death flew through her remaining, scattered thoughts.




"Akadi sought to know herself, she lay upon earth and sat as still as he. There she learnt strength and patience, but--"

The first blow came mid-speech. Vallen seemed to be enjoying the lesson - perhaps too much. That ended here. A twitch surged through the air as Brunhilde funneled a burst of wind towards his left ear canal. Regardless of whether it hit or not, she gathered the winds into her fists as she had before and charged. He was undoubtedly far better than she was, and what was left of conscious thought told her that it would be over in moments if she followed through with the strike. It would be a fake-out, to be followed up by a sidestep and a kick to the side of his head. That chain would almost certainly be coming too, and she readied herself to blast it out of the way if he used it again.

@Dark Light
@liferusher
@Inertia
<Snipped quote by Asura>

I don't think anyone said heresy


Oh, but I did mention chaos.
Brunhilde




Brunhilde tilted her head in confusion for a moment at the pink-haired girl's drawing. This was new. Some sort of diary, like her own? Just a couple seconds before, the girl had seemed absolutely terrified by something-or-other, and she'd clearly been watching Brunhilde. The name tag on her forehead, the drawing of the other student, and her choice of outfit made her seem like she was completely out of it. It was clearly someone she knew, though, so... Questions. Lots of questions. But they would have to wait for later. She was sure she would get the chance to think of them again in the future. A short, calming breeze blew across Emi's face as Brunhilde gave the girl a reassuring smile. You're fine.

The strange (and very, very confused) boy who had appeared earlier seemed to know 'Emi' (assuming that was the girl's name). He seemed a bit on the lazy side - and perhaps as rude as she herself could be. She had no doubt that she'd get to know him at some point, and she had the feeling that she wouldn't like properly meeting him for the first time. Or meeting him for the first time for the second time. Or the third. But maybe he'd get the hang of it at some point and get it right. Jury was still out on that one, though. He was strolling into a lesson with very, very little thought as to what the result would be for the other students, and not giving so much as an apology and introduction, after all. She eyed him irritably, wondering and worrying what his next move would be.

Her thoughts then turned to the teachers, who were going on about some nonsense regarding Constants and Energies. Brunhilde only knew of matter and energy, and the various forms that each could take. As far as she could tell, the Constants were simply different methods of manipulating material, whereas the Energies (as their name implied) were simply different methods of manipulating energy. Fire - thermal or kinetic energy. Lightning - electrical energy. Light - radiation. All were really just the same thing, as far as she could tell. But they felt different. She remembered having tried to manipulate water once during her earlier childhood, under the assumption that it was just much heavier air - it almost worked, but it felt as though it was speaking a different language to her. And they mentioned that these were the 'core' elements - which implied there were others. Bizarre. Pointless rumination, though. The timer was running out on those thoughts, and she banished them from her mind before they distracted her further from the lesson.

Vallen was doing simple stretches and warmups. Brunhilde had seen most of them before, but there were a few unusual positions scattered throughout that she was completely unfamiliar with. Perhaps something spiritual or professional elementalist related. She followed along to the best of her abilities, but for the most part, she relied upon muscle memory for the exercises, and the unusual ones threw her for a bit of a loop and ruined the rhythm she had been trying to build up.

She didn't bother saying a single word. The monk acting as their teacher seemed to be the sort to take offense at even minimally interrupted lessons.

@Dark Light
@liferusher
@Inertia
Arr! Got ninja'd in the middle of writing a post. Good timing, though. I was wondering how to shoehorn Luke into it.
@Arakadin

He got ganged up on by two people, who in turn dragged in two more people that wanted everyone to take the fight outside :P
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