Burger

Cacophony Concord

The stranger's explanation made sense. The big ol' rock that they spawned near was important, after all. With Ari's innocent question and the stranger's less than innocent answer, Mags couldn't help but to break into laughter. This time, it was at the expense of pretty much every party that wasn't herself. The absolute decimation that Ari faced. The toxic squeeker that verbally smashed that puss. Though, he was actually nice enough to give the nerds some advice. A little convenient, she thought for a moment. Then again, good games often protected fools from themselves. Whether or not those frogs were actually a death trap was yet to be see.

After a while, her laughter stopped with a virtual tear being wiped from her eye. Man, these goofs were getting to her. Plus, the dude was coated head to toe in talismans. If those were stat bonuses, the man was a walking stat-check. 18 talismans meant that you had the strength of ten ordinary men. That's what the ancient Hercules cartoon taught her, anyways. Plus, that would mean he'd have thunder in his thighs. Well, there wasn't much sense of dilly-dallying when there was gameplay to get to.

She went over and lightly slapped the rock in a playful gesture. "Pioneers used to ride these babies for miles."

Welcome, Immortal

You received 20 Silver.

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Warrior
_{+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END}

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Scout
_{+5% MP | +10% SP | +10% AGI | +5% DEX}

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Ranger
_{+5% STR | +10% END | +15% DEX}

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Mage
_{+20% MP | +5% END | +5% LUC}

Unlike the others, Mags didn't instantly choose her class. Yea, she would have probably chosen warrior, but that was... bland and passe.

"Oh magic rock, "she said in a joking tone, "where is the unarmed martial arts class?"

A monk was so much cooler than warrior and scout. Beating the enemies with pure martial prowess was super nifty. She did have some martial arts experience before shutting herself away. Though, that was mostly just her overly active, storied father telling her to choose some athletic thing to do most days of the week. Martial arts was the easiest. She did do it for a long while, though. Not particularly great, but enough to know how to move her body.

World Beyond the Lexicon

this is a tea RP now

World Beyond the Lexicon

@TheWendil@Dead Cruiser@Matsuri

With a slam of his hand on the desk, Sanhan was rudely awoken with a thud. Her body jolted and her brain panicked for a brief moment. Was it her fault that he slammed his desk? Focusing on Nyx's eyes mouth, she got her answer. Probably wasn't. No, it was Caelum and Yvaine, the two people who were late. Made sense. Tardiness was a cardinal sin, after all. He also yelled at the other students for starting a fight in the middle of class. Logical, considering how this was a place of learning first and foremost. She wasn't stared at, nor was she called out before he was interrupted. That meant she was 100% safe by every single possible measure. Wasn't her fault.

With the feminine voice calling for everyone, the now awake Sanhan waited for their teacher to lead them out. He... didn't. He just stood there, menacingly. A student snapped him out of this nefarious contemplation, and began to lead them all out. Sanhan followed, pretty uncaring about the position of class representative. Too much middling work, that title had.

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Now at the plaza, Sanhan kept rank and file. No real point in doing something like breaking off and sitting somewhere else. That was just asking for trouble. Though, she almost fell asleep again while waiting for the speech to begin. His booming voice told them all the what-for. She was actually lucid enough to remember what he said. Not that it was anything important. It was also just middling speech. Not that she minded it, though. He introduced the seven. The apex of students at the school. Sanhan looked at them and... wasn't exactly awestruck. Yea, they were probably the strongest seven at the school but... the cheering was a bit loud for her. Heavy was the title that they all possessed. Sure, the money and prestige would be rolling in if she graduated as a Miracle Seven. It was also incredibly bothersome. Imagine, going through your years at school constantly challenged by other people looking to steal everything from you. Sanhan just wanted to graduate in the first place.

Well, with the opening speech out of the way, it was time to relax. Unlike the position of Miracle Seven, food was a tangible good. So many flavours that the civilizations possessed. If she were sent back to her people, the biggest thing she would miss would be the food of Genelogia. She liked the food of her people, but savouring the food of other cultures was wonderful. Avalice being a funnel for every other nation made for a huge wealth of cooking styles.

Would she get to know her roommates in this time? No! She'd go on a food world tour to stuff her gullet. They had today off, after all. She'd begin in the drinks area. Dessert and food will come later. After all, she didn't want to spend her entire appetite so early.

Familiar voices came when she walked there. Classmates? Probably. She wasn't exactly sure. Half-asleep, and what not. What she did hear though was rousing discussion of tea. A tea-master and a classmate? Like a double whammy of nonoffensive assault, she followed up with a deadpan tone. Not sarcasm, just unwilling to expend emotion for such a statement.

"You are a master of tea, no?" She asked Alberta. "Can you help me with what tea to get?"

She was genuinely wanting to get help on what tea to get.

World Beyond the Lexicon

Here are 6 of this school's strongest students.

Morgiana, Ines, Weyrose, Garlagathugalama the demolisher of universes and bane of mankind, Hana'O...

World Beyond the Lexicon

World Beyond the Lexicon

Sleepy. That's what Sanhan was. For many others, they would feel a wealth of emotions. Pride. Anger. Contempt. Anxiety. Relaxed confusion. The first day of a new experience was often all of those things. But instead, Sanhan was just plain tired. There wasn't any particular reason. She didn't stay up late, nor did she do something strenuous. She just had difficulty keeping her eyes open. Her trip to the school was afflicted by this languor. Really, it was amazing that the aimlessly drifting Sanhan didn't get lost on the way. Though, one could suppose that she just followed the crowd of other students. Large crowds often reminded her of sheep. Not for any real meaningful reason, though. The largest crowd she had been a part of was when she was playing with a herd of sheep. Those were good sheep. She really wanted to pet a sheep right now...

Ah, she almost verbalized. The professor had entered the hall. He was young. Sanhan was pretty curious why. Was he a boy genius or just someone who aged well? In any case, he began to introduce himself. She listened to the microspeech, but she didn't exactly get it all. Drifting in and out of sleep did that. She got his name, Nyx Yuria-Professor Nyx, and that he wanted an introduction. The insult to the entire class went over her head. Not that she would have understood it if she were fully awake, though.

The names and actions seemed to blend together into one odd blob. The one called Sophiel being polite. Sekvaren and Ty of the House of Khain both disrespecting the artisans who spent their time creating the tables that they slammed their feet on. The rude Alberta, not that Sanhan noticed that she was actually being rude. The good-natured Kress. The simple Ankiara Liu. Wait, wasn't that one two people? Eh. She'd figure it out when she actually woke up. Also the one who raised two hands, Mandi. Had she been more awake, she might

"Sanhan Kumranjahnman," she introduced herself with a hand lazily raise. Almost instantly, her head slumped over and her arm dropped as the tiredness overcame her once again.

She didn't exactly want to use her last name. After all, it was little more than a conduit for all of the bad vibes of leadership politics. None of the other students would recognize it, so it hurt a bit less. Plus, nobody pronounced it right. It had a very specific inflection. Every other noble family had the same basic syllables, but spoken slightly differently. Really, why was it that way? She supposed in those sleepy thoughts that the first Jahn just hated foreigners.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

... Said the mountain-man with an F-rank in Strength...

But man, living in an isolated little mountain town, with nothing but girls with abs larger than their chests... Locke, we're all here for you... ;<

@Xaltwind

why'd he need a support team, the man's literally living the dream

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

this is a mountain bod only zone

if your body isn't designed for maximum high altitude efficiency, get out

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

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With a bright flash of light from above, the advancing members of their makeshift party must have found something. To Locke, the light that emerged was unlike anything he'd seen. It was powerful. His eyes could usually see through magic. Whatever it was, Locke was unable to peer beyond the light. No, it was more powerful than that. It physically pained him. He immediately closed his eyes to avoid the light, placing his hand over his mask to stop more.

The radiance only meant bad things. Now, every crew in the ruins knew exactly where to find the relic. The thought of which annoyed Locke. More danger.

With a great sigh, he took a spot relaxing against a wall. They'd haul out whatever the treasure was then leave. Hopefully, with Locke no worse for wear.

Or maybe they died. Though, the scream of "what the fuck" did make it seem that something was still alive up there.

Soon after, a figure slowly descended from the hole. A new person? Did someone get the treasure before them? No, Cecilia and the others came out soon after. They were friendly, at least. More confused, if anything.

The arrival of the other fat-filled girl spoke of bizarre things and the rest of them attempted to make sense of it. Unlike the rest of them, Locke wasn't exactly interested in making sense out of everything or caring of the sudden realizations that the confused girl was making.

"I'd hate to ruin everyone else's mood," he delivered out in an inauthentic, uncaring tone, "but that light just marked us for death. Leaving these horrible ruins is probably in the best of all of our interests."

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

With the elegant song-stand hurling the needle ball through the window, Lilliane realized something important. She didn't actually use her power on it. That certainly was a setback. Then again, combat was always a setback to her. She wasn't exactly a soldier. She was intel first and foremost. Requisitions secondly. In fact, the last time held a gun was... her training in Britain? How many years ago was that? About... No, it wasn't the time to think about the small things. Small error. That was it. She just needed to figure something else out. That meant plan B: escape. That was always a good plan.

With Cakebread attacking their sudden predator, the jackbooted thugs outside revealing their true form, and a little cover fire from the others, Lilliane quickly went to work.

For most, plaster and wood were weaker alternatives to brick and stone. A wall, but one someone could breach with an axe. Not for the Lilliane, however. No, for her small frame, plaster and wood was a hardy object. Inversely, her ability was made to dismantle the other.

She made a mad dash to the wall. As fast as her legs could carry her and as low to the ground as to not attract suspicion. When she got close enough, her stand finally emerged. With a chaotic shimmer from the shaking lights above, Future History's bizarre, almost random form came into sight. Skeletal, armour, angular, and segmented. It wasn't a beautiful sight. No, it was inelegant, noisy, and strange. The way it moved didn't help. It moved unlike a man. It's head jittered and shook, only to turn perfectly still and it floated like an motionless marionette.

With another alien motion, the stand's arms swung upwards, clawing at the brick wall with its gangling fingers. Initially, nothing happened. A momentary silence came from the stand. Again, its head shook at a violent speed, a chittering noise coming out as its jaw shivered. A similar noise came from the wall, but it was slightly different. Rather than the sound of upper and lower jaw, it was the creaking of mortar that had spent decades drying. Bricks vibrated as they became loose, refusing the mortar. The dried paste began to turn to dust as the brick struggled to break free. Then, just as sudden as the stand's swipe, the brick exploded outwards. The mortar turned to shrapnel and dust as the bricks violently erupted.

In the end, a man-size hole was made. One that she prayed led to an alleyway to run into.