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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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Mayr sighed, sitting on the porch of a house, the residents unconscious on the porch behind him. He rubbed his hand against his upper arm. He had been checking houses for survivors, and some had attacked him, thinking he was part of the ones that were attacking the town. He had to beat the house owners unconscious, which had gotten both of them injured beyond bruises. He had a bit of blood on him, but he sat on the porch to make sure no one came to hurt them, and he hoped no one would come by, because it looked pretty suspicious. Though, he had to wait to be sure the individuals were safe.

Mayt saw Sasha leading a little girl through the cracks in the two buildings in front of him, and gets up, figuring that if she's with someone out in the open it's safe. He started walking back towards the boat as he sheaths his sword, sighing as he looks down at himself. The family had had a few small weapons that they had used, and he had taken a few scratches, but by the looks of it they weren't too deep. His shirt was fortunately dark, so it hid the stains. He started to start wiping his face with his sleeve, leaving just a couple cuts on his face. He looked at everyone back at the boat, and nodded to each in turn.

"I found a family, they're fine, but unconscious and may or may not have concussions." He'd say in general, before moving to the dock, ready to leave this place.
Would having a couple survivors to help explain where Mayt was be okay?
Okay, so, as you may have notice I've been gone for a bit, didn't post, missed what happened, yadda yadda, and I want to say SORRY and I'm going to try to figure out what exactly happened and how to bring Mayt back into the fold with a proper explanation.
Mayt breathed in deeply, and hoped there weren't too many. He even hesitated for an instant before getting on the boat. But he couldn't back down now, he had agreed, and he had to see it through. He rested his hand on his sword, despite it being the wrong hand to wield it, and his injured on top of that. But he just had to make sure some trickster didn't just take the sword right from under him. He nodded to Master Jamie as he passed her, and his thoughts turned to the guild he and Sasha had fought a month ago. Where is Sasha? Was the only thing that resulted from that thought line. He shook his head, and took a seat on the boat, facing the water, and away from everyone else. He was still trying to figure out why he had joined the Guild. He knew he didn't belong there, and would've done much better just freelancing anyway. He shook his head again, and drew his sword, running his fingers along the blade. The smooth cold metal always comforted him.
Mayt snorted. "My hand has already been seen to, Master Jamie." He looks about, and decides it's best just to follow Master Jamie and the others. He didn't trust Sen, knowing she was the one that had attacked them a month ago. Mayt didn't know about everyone else, but he doesn't just accept people that claim to have defected. He had met people who claimed to be on his side only to back-stab him or who he was with for the people he or she worked for previously. So Sen wasn't trustworthy yet in his opinion. He sighed and rubbed his injured hand a little, knowing it was half healed, he was just keeping it wrapped up for safety measures. And where was Sasha? Mayt knew she would jump on this if she was here. She must be on a job or something was the only explanation Mayt could come up with.
Mayt stands up as well. "No reason not to." He crosses his arms, staring Master Jamie in the eye, as if asking her to throw the hardest he can at him, and a little bit of fear that is exactly what she is doing. He's not in the best condition, but his dominant hand, his left, is uninjured. And physical injuries shouldn't affect his magic. "You have whatever I have to offer Master Jamie." He does mean this, though his posture still may suggest otherwise. He doesn't say some crap about how murder grinds his gears or how it infuriates him or whatever. He just looks like it's something for him to pass the time with.
I think Master Jamie is about to address that.
Mayt sighed as the Guild master started talking to him, and he nodded as she continued talking. "Yeah, big family, whatever. I've been in three families before this, none of them were particularly great, guess my subconscious is trying to tell me this one is the same." He shrugs, and faces him. "And everyone's being judged all the time, here is no different, people just act less on it." He had a serious look on, and didn't notice Sasha waving at him at all. He obviously hasn't had a good time recently, but he really shouldn't be being this bitter. "But I'm up for whatever you have planned." He gives the Guild Master another look, and he starts to head to one of the tables, taking a seat, crossing his legs, leaning back, and waiting for the show to start. He hopped he would see Sasha again sometime soon, he did want to apologize.
Mayt yawned and stretched as he entered the guild, he hadn't been in the guild for a little over half the month now, and he had only been in it one or two times before he left and after the job he had been with Sasha during. He looked around the guild hall, noting people he knew, before heading over to the bar and getting a drink. Sasha was talking to the guy that had been on the rafters when they met, and he didn't really care. He would be wearing his sword on his side, and there's marks on the scabbard to indicate he's either been taking bad care of it or has been in a scrape or two recently. He's wearing all new clothes, and he looks like life is going on the up right now, until you see that his right hand is wrapped in gauze and he's sporting a large scratch across his cheek that looks like it may develop into a scar. His scabbard is also now held not only with a belt but a long leather strap over his left shoulder, across his body. He has a very slight limp as well, but he seems like he really wants to just be done with these minor injuries.

He quickly drains his glass and thanks the bartender, getting up and silently heading for the request board, wondering if there were any he could do in a day or two. He was also still trying to think of some way to tell Sasha he was sorry. He knew that what he was going to apologize for happened a month ago, but he couldn't get it out of his head. He glanced over the jobs, not paying attention to any of the ones that took place in cities he didn't even know the name of. He was bad at geography, and he wasn't just going to learn it for these people.
Okay, I'm back, can I get a quick synopsis of what I missed?
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