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12 days ago
As long as you don't asspull the ability to shut off magic like ATLA did, then yeah ATLA is peak
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14 days ago
every single writer on this website does a better job than joanne
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29 days ago
Hello sir you dropped your inside thought
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But in a capital-S kinda way.


I invented necromancy and the windmill. I beat the sun in a poker match during the summer of 1273 and God hasn't felt the same since.


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"Go," The General whispered to her steed, and without an ounce of hesitation, Lady Avarice took off at a blinding pace. While others were kicking their horses and whipping their hinds, General Carris only held on tight, and watched the others break the strides of their own steeds without realizing. It disgusted her, really, to watch them treat such noble beasts in that fashion. But, Lyra didn't have much time to dwell on it as she slipped well past each any everyone of them, and won the race. She made a mental note to ignore the idea of her companion being called "Bitch Slayer," as this was just entertainment, but alas, it annoyed her.

"Swift as always, old girl." She said, stroking Lady Avarice behind her ears, the mare nuzzled her hand from behind as the crowd cheered. To anyone else, it would have seemed as if the horse understood that this was a race, and simply did not need to be whipped to run at full pace. Lyra reached into a pocket on her coat, and pulled out a half of a dried apple, feeding it to Lady Avarice. As she climbed off her steed, the horse followed her without being pulled by reigns.

While the other contestants were fishing for hats, Lyra already had hers on for the entire race.
Gimme like a few hours and I'll read this lol

I forgot I told you to remind me
...did I?

Okay, guess I'm reading something lol





In complete disregard for a single word the Castigator said, Shirik paid complete attention to the Ixtaro human's attempts at conveying something. "This creation is called "Jotunheim. It is how they came here, and it is... Damaged. They can go to "Home" if it is repaired." They said out loud for the local people to understand better. Shirik then watched curiously as Ixtaro used her projections to create visual representations of Nellara and themselves. "Incredible..." Then flames erupted around the fake Shirik, and Ixtaro asked something... At least, They thought so. "Ah. I believe they are unfamiliar with magic... And wish to understand it. Allow me." Shirik brought their arms together in front of them, and made a turning motion as if they were spinning a wheel. A ball of warm light sparked between their hands, and spread outwards to form a ring. In this ring, various figures emerged, each performing feats of magic. Summoning fireballs, lifting rocks, lifting unspecified objects, healing broken limbs, projecting lightning, and conveying thoughts. Shirik pointed to the one holding fire, "Shirik. Mage." and then to the one holding lightning. "Nellara. Kareet. Mages."



All but one image vanished, leaving behind the one representing Shirik. It began to move its arms in the air, in elaborate motions that portrayed the use of magic. The figure grew legs and began to take steps, it waved a hand in the air, causing a spark to fly across the floor, and then it pointed at the air, to spray a small stream of visible heat into the air. The intent was to portray that the practice required physical movements, and Shirik eventually dispelled the dancing figure to draw another image in the air. It was of a person holding a flame between their hands under a starry sky, and the fireball was growing brighter steadily. As Shirik showed this to Ixtaro, they stretched a charred arm forward between them, and pointed at it with a hand. They closed two fingers, and pointed to other two upwards, as a mote of light formed. It grew brighter until it was a fireball just like the illustration. Though it was within arm's reach of Ixtaro, it didn't feel warm. In fact, it felt cold, if anything. They held it there for Ixtaro, as if offering it somehow. And then they pointed at Ixatro's hand, trying to get her to do the same motion.

One more image appeared, it was of a figure with horns in its head and back, wearing a cloak, to represent Shirik. A second figure formed in front of it that had no identifying features, representing a human. Each held up a hand, and formed a fireball, but Shirik's was visibly brighter. An arrow pointed to the human. The image seemed to depict not only a capability with magic, but specifically expertise. Shirik was hoping the interpretation would be such, at least. "Shirk... teach... Ixtaro?"



Before the images vanished for good, the fire in the human figure's hand changed into a rectangular shape, with another shape sticking out of the end like a handle. A weapon. The arrow, too, changed to point at Shirik. It suggested a trade. "Weapon. Weapon?" They said the word in two different tones, unsure of which counted as a question for Ixtaro. "Teach weapon."


Location Bank, 6th floor
Interactions Nymph, Quiver, and the entire team.



Stormcaller, after watching Nymph turn into a cloud of flowers, was hit in the helmet by the phone. Her head felt fuzzy after the second guy pulled the trigger on that gun, but she shrugged it off. She picked the phone up and jolted it. The circuits were fried, and smoke puffed out as she tossed it into a trashcan. "They're gonna come looking probably, even if that guy said it's cool up here. We gotta move. People who rob banks don't normally have weird nausea guns and-" Wait. "I just thought of something." Cora said, as she quickly ran over to the stunned robber and pull the shockwave gauntlet off of his arm. She turned it over in her hands a few times, looking at any indication of electrical conduction. There seemed to be some kind of device that took in a power load, and converted it into a kinetic wave. "It's not EM, but- Oh, it's got a cascader... Yeah. I can work with that." She slid the gauntlet into a pocket on the inside of her coat, for safe keeping. "This is mine now." She said out loud, in an almost mischievous way, and then turned to the guy with the funny-looking gun in his hand.

"Hey, buddy. Might if I borrow that?" That was, however, a rhetorical question, as Stormcaller pulled it out of his hand while he was still in some weird, flowery daze of euphoria. She was tempted to blast him with it, but decided not to. "It looks like it's just soundwaves, some kind of nausea-emitter to stun people. It's funneled down a WF choke- Fuck me. That's perfect." Stormcaller then messaged the entire team. "Stormcaller to team, I'm here with Nymph. We found some guys with more weird weapons, a glove that emits energy shockwaves and a gun that makes people nauseous instead of actually hurt them. I've got them both in my hands right now, and I think I can use it to incapacitate a bunch of their buddies in one go. What do you think, Metamorph?"





"Mm. Niftari preserve us." Shirik, personally, was not impressed with how this many people all containing some semblance of authority were handling first contact with these people. Shirik was just about to attempt some sort of communication when the massive golem opened up, and another "human" spilled out. "That is no golem, it's arm-" Then the spiders came... Metal creatures that seemed to obey the commands of these humans. "Those, however, seem to be-" And then came the report from the soldiers, and by now, both Shirik's side and these foreigners were visibly getting tense. The one calling itself "Zeynap" was shouting at no one in particular. Something thought magic related? It was possible, but right now, this wasn't getting anyone anywhere.

"Enough, everyone. Enough." Shirik said, gently raising their staff off of the metal floor and dropping it in a loud thud that caused the entire room to drop by several degrees. It wasn't enough to make anyone shiver, but it did feel like a rather stiff breeze was blowing now. "There are easier ways to communicate with someone who can't understand our words. These "humans" are alone in this world, in a place where they understand nothing. Your soldiers will only scare them, Castigator. This is no way to meet newcomers." They said to Nellara's face in an admonishing tone. Shirik did this to get the attention of every person present, native and otherwise, at which point they slowly kneeled down to the floor, and placed the staff between both sides. They then stood up with their palms spread outwards. It was a gesture of peace. With one hand, they gently pointed to Zeynap. "Zeynap... Human." And then to Kareet, "Kareet. Tekeri." and finally to themselves. "Shirik... Iriad."

Shirik then brought both hands in front of them, one palm over the other, and form a small sphere of heat. It glowed softly in the room, but didn't feel warm to stand near. The glow raised over Shirik's head, and began to form shapes. They depicted mountains and a streak of light that went downwards. Something fell from the sky. The Jotunheim. They waved a hand, and an arrow stretched from the image to another one, an empty circle with dots around it, floating by another, full sphere. A planet, stars, and a sun.



Inside the sphere, other images began to form. One was the head of a Tekeri, identifiable by its bird-like shape, another resembled the head of a stag, representing the Glen who had taken his leave. A third took the form of a stick figure with lines stretching from its head, wearing a cloak and holding a stick. That was Shirik. They pointed to the mountain image first. "Human." Then to the sphere, with one finger. "Tekeri. Iriad. Glen." And finally, Shirik gestured to the entire sphere representing a planet. "Kanth-Aremek." Shirik left the images floating in the air for a moment, intent on letting them process that information slowly. The idea was to convey to them with images and very limited verbal communication that they were on a planet with various different types of people. The only problem was conveying that most Iriad didn't look like Shirik, but they'd cross that bridge eventually.

Leah Jordan

Location: Gym
Skills: N/A
First Day Fit





In no uncertain terms, Leah was promptly laid the fuck out.

She fell backwards, totally asleep for 30 seconds and dreamed more than she normally dreamed. Leah "awoke" in a different place from AA. It wasn't a city, it wasn't a town. It was a forest. The trees, red-brown and towering, stretched into the sky over her head, far enough that she could scarcely see the clouds, or perhaps the leaves were the clouds. She couldn't tell, because everything overhead was gray in some places and pitch black in others. And yet, Leah could see perfectly, though she didn't actually see with her eyes. She just knew where things were instinctually. The ground felt closer to real than it should have. The feeling was indescribable to her senses, it was like this was real life and her experiences at AA were a dream. Wind blew leaves down from the impossibly tall trees, and the leaves were like thin sheets of pure silver as they brushed against Leah's skin. The air felt clear as pristine glass, and when she breathed it in, it felt like the very first time she ever breathed in her life. The air was neither cold nor warm. It was neither light nor heavy, but it felt natural. The breath went to every muscle in her body, and Leah felt a sensation that wasn't quite familiar to her.

The feeling was like she had been asleep, and someone had splashed her with cold water. Some part of her sense of self was called to the surface, some intrinsic, primal pillar of her soul, bearing strain for the first time. It made her feel alive. Leah inhaled a force of nature, and exhaled pale, bone-white smoke. Her throat burned, but it felt right. She felt at peace here, she felt like she belonged here. From somewhere in the trees, Leah could hear what sounded like footsteps. Heavy, measured footsteps coming closer to her, from behind. Leah turned to look in the direction of the sound, but in doing so, she realized her body was shaped differently. She felt taller, but was she actually taller, or was she simply walking on different legs? The more processed things, it felt like the answer was both. By the time she looked to see where the footsteps were coming from, she realized just how quiet the forest around her was. The noise she fixed her ears on was the only thing apart from her breathing and heartbeat that made a sound. Everything was silent.

Something stepped through the trees. Taller than Leah, with the body of something resembling a human, only... Not. It had skin that looked like stone, with broad shoulders covered in thick drapes of moss. Scars decorated the creature's body at every corner. The closer it came, the taller it looked, until it was maybe 100 feet away from Leah, at which point it looked taller than a 3-story building. In the creature's hand, it held an axe that looked just as weathered as its wielder. Upon their head rested curled horns, with what must've been gold and silver draped across like jewelry. Its eyes were animal, but looked at Leah like it was less predator, and more thoughtful. More sentient than that.

It spoke to her, in a slow, almost slurred voice as deep as the greatest rivers and as far-reaching as the oldest mountains.

"Safjel..."

It was a single word that had no meaning to Leah, but just hearing it was less like hearing someone speak and more like feeling something wash over her entire being. The titanic being stood overtop of her with a quiet, peaceful, unthreatening presence despite it being the biggest thing she ever saw. She felt safe. Safe, in the sense that anything could happen, and this creature's presence would guide her to a better place, after the worst things happened, after loss of life, limb, or-

-Or a fight.

Leah woke up on the gym floor with a gasp of breath, like she just had a nightmare. Her heart was suddenly thundering in her chest, and for a moment, she didn't realize where she was. When she saw her sparring partner, it became a little clearer. "Andy? What happened?" Her face was full of exasperation, confusion, and a loss for words for what she just experienced.






Oh dear lord, more people. Why did there have to be this many people in one building? Now Kyrus felt awkward not saying much.

"I am Kyrus Lohenn. And yes, I'm here about a room. Any is fine, I'm not picky about it-" Oh, oh they're walking away now, Kyrus hurried along to keep pace with the group, taking care not to walk too close to those knightly constructs the one girl was puppetring around. They looked big, and that stuff looked heavy. Between the Harpy boy's wings, the statues, the seemingly blind girl using that puppet as a frankly ingenious aid, this place felt almost hard to breathe in. Kyrus kept up with the group, listening intently to the things everyone was saying to try and keep up with everyone and hopefully not forget something important that was being said. The first room needed to be dusted for what might've been days, but Kyrus was considering taking that one. Maybe, he thought. He didn't exactly have much cash to fill it with things but it was just a space to crash in. "Are those your constructs? They're impressive." He said to the Minerva girl, to strike up some sort of conversation with somebody. "I don't do constructs, but I do make things." He said, holding up his magic, mechanical arm. "Technosorcery."

@scrawls
Leah Jordan

Location: Gym
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit





"Okay, that works." Based on their fight a few minutes ago, Leah picked up on the fact that Andy had some decent footwork and knew how to stay light on her feet. There were typically two ways of dealing with the featherweights who mostly moved around their opponents: Option one was to be a rock that stayed still, only responding when they attack. It put them in an awkward spot where they had to be the aggressor and risk getting grappled by someone who could pummel them. Option two was to back them into a corner somehow, and cut off their escape so that they couldn't dodge. By making the only way out be through, they ran into the same problem as option two, except their opponent was the aggressor. By the looks of the way Andy was stood, Leah got the feeling that she wouldn't fall for option one.

Leah put her fists up to square and started closing in on Andy, moving in a swaying pattern. Left, right, left right. She was calculating just how she would immobilize her. And then she knew exactly what she'd do...


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