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    1. Burthstone 12 yrs ago

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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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Mayt nodded. "Heh, falling asleep in the living room..." He smiles, then frowns. "I'm fine, perfectly fine, one hundred-percent fine. Don't worry." He bites his lip again, and looks around. "So when do the fight start again, I wanna see Angelo get his a- I mean, the fight between Lazarus and Angelo." He gave a meek smile, and rubbed the back of his head. His jaw had a large bruise on it, from Lazarus obviously, and he leans back in his chair, looking around, almost paranoid about something. He looks back at Sasha, not really having anything left to say, and s letting her ask a question, other than if he's alright. He adjusts his jacket and continues to look around, his eyes occasionally settling on Sasha, but only for a brief moment.
Mayt glanced up at Sasha when she spoke, flinching slightly and moving away. "Oh, hey, I'm doing fine." His hand goes to the pocket with the letter for a moment, then back to the table. He glances to his right then kind of looks around a bit. "Everything's just dandy... Oh, I bought some things that may come in handy when we get around to scouting out the dark guild." He reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a small knife and hands it, hilt first, to Sasha. "Can't risk relying on magic alone, we don't know what we'll be up against." It's a pretty simple and concealable knife, but looks wicked sharp. "I've gotten extra protection for myself as well, but I couldn't afford to get something for Lazarus too, but I doubt he'll mind." He shifts uncomfortably, and takes a sip of his almost untouched drink. "Shoulda ordered something alcoholic... So Sasha how was your night?" He leans forwards and rests on his elbows, still looking anxious.
Mayt had gone home and passed out, but he came back to the guild early-ish the next day, wearing a long grey coat and long sleeved shirts underneath. Looking carefully, one may also see a new dagger on his side under his coat. Seems he went shopping the previous day before heading to sleep. He seems a little worried about something, contantly glancing around and biting his lip.

Ordering a non-alcoholic drink and sitting down at a table. Mayt would've leaned back, thinking for a bit. It's almost as if someone offered him a choice and he's deciding. He pulls out what looks to be a letter from his pocket. It's about three pages long, and he begins to read it. The paper, from a distance, looks to be normal, and the hand-written scripture on it is more along the lines of calligraphy than writing. When Sasha comes it it seems he's getting more and more anxious over the letter, fidgeting with his hands and with the hilt of his sword. He slides he second page under the third as he starts to finish the letter. His breathing accelerating some as well, and beads of sweat forming.
Alright, le skippy the time!
Mayt sighed as he was stopped. He just wanted to take a quick nap, and looked annoyed. "Maybe a little, but my entire body is sore and I'm tired, so of course I'm a little unbalanced." He crosses his arms, looking the healer over, then he snaps. "I forgot my coat anyway." He turned and started to head back to the bar to grab his coat, taking extra care to maneuver around tables to get it. "I'll be fine, I'd just like to take a quick nap okay? Jeez. You act like I got a limb chopped off or something horrible like that." He pulls his jacket back on as he says this, and turns towards the door again.
Mayt shook his head. "I have no idea what we could do to help. I say we let Master Jamie handle this, even he looks confused by this. I hope he'll be okay, but... I have my doubts." He starts to slowly stand up, almost falling once. He grabs onto Sasha unintentionally, hoisting himself up. He seems a little pained. "Guess we'll have to come back tomorrow to see Damian and Lazarus though. I'm going to go take a nap." He started walking back towards the guild, seemingly unworried about anything now. He doesn't stop when he enters the guild, and it's evident he means to leave. He almost walks into a couple people, but dodges them last minute and continuing to the door. He does, however, manage to clip a table, and he stops for a moment, rubbing that spot before continuing on.
MAyt covered his eyes when the light happened, and gasped. After a moment he brought his hand back down. He looked a tad worried about Was and what happened, due to all the yelling, but he didn't get up and go over to them, not wanting to get in the way. He looked over at Sasha, confused. "What happened?" His voice wavered slightly, and he lifted up his head to try to see, but the angle wasn't god enough, and he sighed. "Where's the other guy?" Was all else he could think to say. He was pretty sure you needed two people to duel. Unless the first had illusion magic, which the winner didn't seem to have. He looked at Sasha, now completely confused, and hoping she can answer those questions for him.
Mayt kept up with Sasha, walking somewhat slowly. He still wasn't entirely sure of his balance, and didn't want to embarrass himself. "We're not attacking the guild, we're scouting. Attacking would be suicide with three people." He would look around the area for a nice spot to watch, and head for it, still at his slow but diligent pace. He looked very casual, and he ran his fingers through his hair. "Also, I'd prefer if Lazarus stayed back until we needed help. His abilities generate a lot of light, which is extremely visible when you're trying to stay out of sight and find the location of something. I hope he'll be okay with that. If he isn't... Then we'll see what happens." He sits down slowly, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands. "We'll attack with the rest of the guild and when we've scouted out the enemy."
Mayt stood up as Sasha started talking, and turned towards her. "I mean, it's a good idea, but I won't. Jarvis has to put up with what I did to him, it'd be unfair not to do the same, Besides, a concussion isn't the worst injury I could have. I'm not bleeding, even if my clothes are burnt a little from his attacks." He looks down at his tattered clothes. "I don't look that great though, I'll go clean up after this next fight." He nods, as if confirming to himself that was his plan. He slid his hands into his pockets. "I also assume you're going to watch Damian and Lazarus fight as well? I didn't see Damian's fight with you, so I'm not sure how good he is, but I'm certain it'll be a close match." He smirks amusedly, then nods to her. "Why don't we go grab seats before it starts?"
Mayt groaned when he was prohibited from sleeping, then nodded to Jarvis. "Then I'll take water and food, any kind that isn't fish will do, I'm allergic. That should help get my strength back up, neh?" He rubbed his nose, making little pops as he rubs skin against the cartilage of his nose. "And I'd like to be able to take it outside to watch the next fight." He added this as an afterthought. He was curious as to who would win, Lazarus or Damian. He had done damage to Lazarus with his sword if he remembered right, so a sword master could do a bit, but Lazarus also had likely learned to deal with swords by their bout. It could easily go either way. Well, depending on how good Damian is. Mayt expected quite a fight.
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