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9 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
9 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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9 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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9 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
9 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

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Vech, having not been stopped entering the building, casually felt around the school for energies, and was a tad surprised to feel another witch here, but not entirely, judging by the level of security stopping him. He could feel a few other strong souls, but he couldn't be certain which was the Lord Death. He decided to go through them in an order, and made his way up to the infirmary, calmly letting himself in. He was going to see to the witch first, if she wasn't with the school, he had a free 'battery', if she was, then he could ask her where the Lord Death was. He'd ignore the Nurse if she tried to communicate with him, and push her out of the way should she get in it. He heads to where the witch is, and sighs as he barely peaks in, it seems that she was buddy-buddy with the two people there. "Too bad." He'd say quietly, but he'd continue to watch, politely letting them have their conversation before he asked there the Lord Death was currently. He was sensing more and more witches outside the city, and he very much hoped he could help deal with them.
"There was nothing mundane about their 'job'." Mayt mutters a Sasha speaks, looking downcast for a moment. He fidgets with his blade and looks up at the sky, looking for clouds. He was glad it had been a nice day so far, weather wise at least. He didn't have to worry about if it was hot, he simply displaced the excess heat into the air immediately around his body, or, should he be fighting, around his blade. He looks back at her as she keeps talking.

He was about to pull her so that she didn't run into the tree when she stopped and avoided it, and he gave her a kind of meek look and glances in front of him to make sure he doesn't run into anything, before looking back. He listens calmly as she talks, and doesn't say anything more for a few moments after she stops, contemplating. It's almost a full minute and a half before he says. "Yeah, I'll ask the Guild Master when I get a chance." He breathes out slowly, and clasps his hands. looking kind of tired now, like he's just done too much lately.

He puts on a neutral face as they continue walking, not really saying anything. He twiddles his thumbs a little, and occasionally fidgets with his sword. He looks about the area, it's kind of obvious he doesn't really know where to take the conversation now. After a few moments he speaks, albeit somewhat quietly. "So, what's the job description?" He looks over at her hands. Then blinks, and looks up at her face. "Wait, better question, how can you tell how much magic you can exert at a time?" The question seems to come out of nowhere, but it is a sensible one.
Mayt would pale horribly when Sasha starts laughing, but he'd visibly relax once he realizes that she was just amused by the fact he thought she'd say something mean. His skin color returns quickly, even with a little bit of a blush, and he smiles back, letting go of his swords scabbard and pulling his hand out of his pocket. He listens to her theory about one of his parents being magic, which made a little sense. "Would explain how good my parents were at their... Profession, but it makes me wonder why such a small town, clearly with any sort of magical powers they should be able to carve out some kind of better living right?" He sighs.

"And I don't like the idea of being watched. It's a tad disturbing, but I have to thank them. Having a weapon has certainly made more certain I have food when I get a chance to rest. On the roads at least." He chuckles a little. "Despite not having my parents since I was ten, they were the most competent I had and still the most impacting." His voice drops, as if he's adding a footnote. "Even if I didn't really give any of the others a chance." He looks up at her, then at the road ahead, feeling comfortable traveling again.

He waits a long moment before speaking again, fidgeting slightly. "I guess that's why I joined the Guild, to have somewhere permanent to stay and be accepted. I've been traveling since I was eighteen, and I've made plenty friends, but rarely do I come across them twice. At least, by the looks of it, the guild can provide me with money to clothe and feed myself to boot." He smiles some more, closing his eyes for a moment as they walk, taking a deep breath. Sasha can see him relax a little, and he lets out the breath, returning his head to its normal place.
Mayt nodded, and chuckled, looking ahead. "Yeah, maybe we can take a break halfway there and we can both practice a bit? I have trouble with projectiles." To demonstrate, he leans down and picks up a few pebbles from the street, tossing them up one at a time so that they'll plink him in the forehead painlessly. All but one or two he manages to bring to a sudden halt mid air, as after he passed under them they drop. He flinches when the two he fails to stop hit him. "I mean, if I see it coming well off I have a better chance, of course. But eh, no one's perfect." He gives her a wry smiles. "As far as weapons go, if my sword doesn't stop them, that does."

He rolls his neck, looking as they start to head out of town. "I haven't actually seen my birth parents since I was ten, so it was a tad freaky they knew to send me the sword." He admits, seeming nonchalant about it. "I hadn't even sent them a single letter since I was removed from their custody. But eh, I mean, I sent them one after I got the Katana of course. Would be outright rude not to, but, I wish I knew how they knew." He looked at her, hoping for some glimmer of understanding before he starts asking for the guild and such, and he grips his katana's sheath tightly, his knuckles turning white. He looks as if he's afraid he said too much, and she'd reprimand him or something like that, despite her seeming nice before.
Victor would yawn as he purchases some food from the local market, and he turns, heading back to his apartment. He'd been in the city for a while now, and the school still hadn't noticed him. He thought that the place might deserve to get destroyed, and inwardly wondered why it hadn't been attacked by a witch army yet. He had, of course, not gone to witch-con or whatever it was called, our of the minute fear he'd either be killed, jailed, or worse. Once he drops his stuff off at his apartment, he decides to drop his soul protect, and walk to the DWMA. Going inside if no one stops him. He was going to strike a deal today even if it ended up with him in a jail cell.
Mayt shrugs. "Melt your magic? What, is your magic ice?" He looks inquisitive, and once she's done inspecting the blade he puts it away, it making a nice sound as he does, and he slides his right hand into his pocket, resting his left hand back on the scabbard. "Besides, your magic would probably reach me before I could do anything about it, unless you threw it at me." He smiles, glad Sasha is so nice. He might be able to make a friend here. "I normally can't just do magic on the spot anyway, I have to have some idea something's coming for me. As far as using the sword, I train with it a couple days out of the week, and I was practicing in various places on and off since I was thirteen, with fake ones of course."

He pauses a moment, something in a window catching his eye and he follows it, before returning to the conversation. "Which is weird that my birth parents had known that. I never told them about it." He looks at the street, sighing. "What's freakier is they knew where I was staying for a few weeks, since it had obviously been sent well before my birthday, but the signatures were obviously theirs." He shrugs. "Well, it'll be a mystery forever, unless I happen to stumble across them some time, which is unlikely. I doubt I'd even recognize them." He shrugs again, fidgeting more with the straps and such holding his sword to his waist.

After saying this he lets his eyes wander the streets for a bit, soaking in any eye candy that's around as well marking places in his mind to check out later, hopefully he could find the market as well as some good, small, and cheep restaurants around that he could survive on until he had a solid income. Or at least one that consistently payed for rent, food, and water.
Mayt smiled back, definitely feeling more confident with a weapon he knew he could use. He'd blush slightly at the comment that he should always wear it, and he shrugged. "I haven't been around long, and generally everywhere else I've been people looked at me distrustfully for carrying a weapon around. But sure, I do feel better with a weapon I know will work." He says this after the sandwich comment. "And sandwiches would be great." He stretches slightly, before putting his hands back down. He fidgets slightly as he motions for her to lead the way. She did have a map after all.

When they begin to walk, he'd go in awkward silence for a few moments, before speaking quietly, hoping to start a conversation. "I actually only got the sword last year, it was a gift from my birth parents for my twenty third birthday." Despite how casually he tries to say this, there's still a hint that he's distrustful of something to do with that phrase. "It was actually practicing with it one day that I learned I had magic, though I accidentally burned the blade permanently, but I keep the edge sharp, and get it repaired when I need to." He smiles at her, and casually unsheathes the weapon so she can see the blade.

The blade has a nice gleam on it, save for the odd burn. The burn starts at where the handle turns to the blade, about in the middle of the large flat side. It curves very slightly with the blade, but not enough as it meets up with the sharp edge a little more than half the way up, and continues with it until almost the very end, where it takes a sharp curve and goes along the blunt edge to the tip. The mark looks like he's tried to polish it off many times, and there's a very slight shine to it, but it's very dull compared to the rest of the blade, which is regular, save for "Mayt Derren Marris" carved into it. The carving was obviously done by a professional, and before the burn.
"Good." Mayt would say, once Sasha says there shouldn't be any danger. He'd listen politely as she talks, not interrupting her. When she headed off to the library, Mayt would follow, mostly so he'd know where the library is, but he'd let her find the book unperturbed, leaning against the wall by the door. Once she reports she is ready, he nods. "Alright, off to my house then." He gives her a wry smile and starts to walk out of the Guild, looking behind to make sure she's keeping up.

The place he's staying at is only a few blocks away, and when they get there, it's nothing special. "Okay, I'll be back in ten minutes, tops." He quickly jogs in, eager to find out what this job entails. He'd be back out in just under ten minutes, Katana on his hip. He nods to her. "Alright, I've got everything I need." He smiles slightly, his left hand resting naturally on the scabbard, though it still fidgets up and down its length, adjusting and playing with loose anything. The blade is absolutely ordinary, and completely unadorned with anything beyond some simple designs. He is obviously used to it on his side, and part of the handle is actually blackened.

He also changed his shirt to something slightly heavier, and put on a jacket that she can see through the open front that has warm fur inside, but he doesn't look hot or like he minds wearing these clothes at all. He doesn't immediately offer an answer as to why he was wearing this. "None of my parents taught me any kind of geography, and I didn't exactly do well in school, so you show the way." He says this as if he had more than two, which, of course, he did.
I'm fine with that, though I'm not entirely sure about the currency in the first place, as far as "A lot" "A little" and "Pays rent" goes.
Mayt smiled again. "Alright, so long as I'm not in danger of catching that illness I'm fine with helping them out, especially if the herb ends up not working. Getting sick is no fun. Even if it's curable." He stretches. "Alright, so, let's go, if your ready. We'll have to walk though, I can't really afford a horse or anything of the like at the moment." He admits, shrugging, and crossing and uncrossing his arms again. He looked over Angelo and gave him a slight wave, whether he was looking or not, before turning back to Sasha.

"And gives you a bit of a chance to explain this whole... Guild thing to me better. I don't think my town had access to one, so none of my parents knew to tell me anything about them, and this one certainly seems... Lively." He starts to idly look around, Noting some people that seemed to have people gathering around them to listen to stories and such, should any such thing exist, as well as the servers. He had had the unfortunate mistake of mistaking a waitress for a patron in a different place and didn't want to repeat that scene in the least.

"To be honest, this place looks like it could fit half my town, easily. It's a tad unsettling, but, I'll adjust. It shouldn't be too hard, seeing as how friendly people are." He looks at her at the last part, giving her a little bit of a smile. His hands continually fidget, constantly checking his pockets, crossing and uncrossing his arms, his left hand sometimes tries to rest on something that's not there, likely the thing he said he had to go and retrieve from his home. "So, anyway, shall we go?" He says, finally giving her a chance to actually answer this time.
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