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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, smiling. "Yeah, the train ride over was great. We should get going while we still have daylight though." He motions that they should go, and he gives Angelo a look to indicate to play along with the facade, before turning around and strolling into the city like it's nothing. He has the air of a tourist all right. He does his best to lead them around town and appear like tourists.
Mithera couldn't hear what was going on the ground, but she got an idea from the exaggerated movements of Mayt he was trying to play the people they were hunting for fools. She chuckled to herself and figured it likely worked, if they didn't know him already. Melina wasn't with them, as far as she could tell, so chances were, he was convincing them perfectly. She circled a tad low, but caught herself before she risked harm and gained altitude, watching the rest of the town.
Sasha would find a letter shoved into one of her pockets carefully, and something tells her that she shouldn't pull it out and read it right now, in front of people.
Mithera had taken off not long after Mayt and the others had left, heading high up into the clouds, lagging behind the rain about half a mile. Mithera had always loved flying ever since she taught herself forms that allowed her to fly, and she took the liberty of dipping and weaving and doing loop-the-loops in the air, but making sure not to lose the train. When she saw the ones she was following get off the train, she almost sighed to herself. She flew up a little higher and started to circle the town, so high up that someone looking up would either miss her entirely against the backdrop of the clouds or believe she was simply a bird. Mithera had to stop herself from giggling, the air was delicious up this high. nothing save the occasional large bird polluting it. She also was a tad annoyed, her body had started to feel a little heavy from fatigue, she would have to land in a few hours, meaning she would undoubtedly be seen. She decided she'd try to last till night, and see about changing the color of her scales. She looked down, watching her charges.
Mayt nodded. "Yeah, this place a neat, why don't we go grab a bite to eat and then we can check things out?" He smiles, and he's putting on the obvious facade of being a tourist, instead of from a guild. He grabs motions for them to go, smiling. "I also wouldn't mind running my sword by the blacksmith, if that doesn't interfere too much with out plans," he smiles at them, as if they're visiting the town for fun, not for business. He turns to head into a town as a shrouded man brushes against Sasha before heading up to the station.
I think it should be done, by the looks of things it's going to be long posts anyway. So I don't think anyone minds if you take up a lot of space.
Miren put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, pulling her back a little. “Your mistake, we’re just looking for a place to stay for the night,” his voice is blunt and rough, and he squeezes Mira’s shoulder tightly, causing her to wince slightly, until she pulled away and brushed her shoulder off.

“Yeah, just staying here for the night. We have no idea where the next town is and I’m certain as hell not walking all night again just to be sure no one sneaks up on us at night,” Mira says as she turns and glares at her brother, before turning her attention to the squirrel, watching it scamper up and down her. “So contacting someone who’s allowed to allow us to sleep would be good.”

Miren pulls his sister close, whispering, “They look like brigands to me, that one even has blood on him.” Mira elbows him in the ribs, glaring at him, before turning her head back to the man who had spoken to them, smiling a little.

“We don’t mind waiting at all, and don’t worry about Miren, he’s a dick, but he usually doesn’t attack unless provoked,” she chuckles a little, trying to cheer up the seemingly afraid man. After hesitating a moment, Mira puts out a hand to him. “I’m Mira Kennel, he’s my twin,” she indicates Miren with her head. “Nice to meet you. May I know your name?” She tries to make herself seem relaxed and friendly, to negate the glare Miren was giving the man, his hand still on his sword threateningly.
Mira and Miren
Miren glared at Mira, crossing his arms and moving in front of her, stopping. “No,” his voice was firm and commanding, and he shifted when his sister tried to get past him. He sighed and grabbed her arm, pulling her back in front of him. “No Mira, we’re not going into that camp,” he scolded as he lead her by the arm. “They could be brigands, or worse, and I don’t want to have to fight off twenty men.”

“Ten, you know I’d take the other half,” Mira said casually, resisting being pulled along, away from the camp, by her brother. She managed to pull from his grip, only for her other hand to be grabbed, his face set.

“Five, I wouldn’t let you take ten. Besides, we’re avoiding that whole chance,” Miren pulled Mira harshly, taking her off balance, and pulling her along at a pace slightly too fast for her to get a good foothold and resist, but having to stop after a short bit to keep her from falling on her face and she pulled her arm from his grasp. “Mira!”

“I’m not staying up all night again Miren to avoid people showing up in the night! I’m sick of it, we’re going back to that camp and we’re asking if we can sleep for the night. If they’re damned brigands we’re going to fight some damned brigands then!” Mira pushed her brother away, and began stomping towards the camp, almost drawing her sword when he brother steps in her way again.

“I said no Mira! I’m not going to risk you getting hurt!” Miren noted his sister’s movement to her sword, and mimicked it. “We’re not going to that camp.” Mira drew Mirivel, holding the tempered silver sword out in front of her, towards her brother. She had no intent of hurting him, but just wanted to show she was serious. She swallowed ass Miren drew his sword in response, Grye, and held it at the ready.

Mira let out a breath, she knew Miren had always been better, but that wasn’t going to stop her. She moved forward, quickly striking with the blunt of her blade at his legs, but she soon found him out of the way and striking her back with the blunt of his blade. She did her best to turn and stop it but only got a stinging strike to the cheek. She gasped, but didn’t waste time to contemplate the pain and struck out at Miren again, making sure this time to be ready to turn at a moments notice.

Mira’s efforts managed to allow to block the next strike, only to have her feet swept out from under her by Miren’s leg, bringing her to a face-first greeting to the ground. She let out a loud yelp, and managed to stop herself just before hitting it, but she could feel her brother’s boot resting lightly between her shoulderblades.

“You’ve been neglecting your practice. You should’ve seen that coming,” Miren grabs her shoulder and hoists her up, helping her to stand up. He made sure to keep a hand on her shoulder as he picked her blade up, and shoved it into her hand. “Now put it up before we attract attention.” He glanced back at the camp, not realizing it was the Sacred Blades’ camp, and was likely perfectly safe to rest in.

Mira wouldn’t stand for it though, and shoved her brother away with all her strength, sending him toppling to the ground, having surprised him, and took off for the camp, sheathing her sword as she stopped herself quickly a few feet from it. She took a breath before fixing her hair a little and walking as casually as she could into the camp, trying to ignore the fact she had just come running up to the camp after fighting with her brother not fifty yards away. Hopefully the darkness had concealed all that. She could feel Miren’s glare burning holes in the back of her head as he jogged up beside her.

“I should grab you by the collar and just drag you,” he growled under his breath, his own sword sheathed as well now, but a hand still resting on it. He looked around, glaring, almost daring people to try and harm him or his sister, and see what comes of it.

Mira spotted someone that looked to be of some authority. “Hey!” She yelled at the individual, waving an arm at them to get their attention. She was going to stay here if it was even remotely safe.
Guess what guys? I'm alive and finally have a post!
*Whispers* A nibble can be lethal, disease and all that, if it draws blood...
Mayt shrugged, letting his smile fade a little. "Well, part of it may be that my magic is hard to practice. You can't exactly ask someone to keep shooting arrows at you until you manage to stop one, so I can't work on stopping projectiles. But what I have done is I can channel it a little farther, but not as far as I wish I could. But hey, progress is progress right?" He gives a slight shrug, and smiles again. "At the very least, it shows that my power has room to grow, which means I may yet have the chance to become great, eh? At the very least, I can handle magic that takes time to charge up, and I can start a fire with no problem."
Mayt shrugged to Sasha. "Just Jobs really, and thinking. I try to practice my abilities, but they don't really seem to be improving." He shrugs, finishing his drink, and making sure everything fits on his body well. "I've learned a little bit of blacksmithing though, figured I'd have to to keep my sword in shape. So I guess that's new." He drew his blade partway to show that the edge had been sharpened, and it has a few more burn marks that seem like the one he had shown on his first job with Sasha. Too deep to get out. He puts the blade away, and smiles a little.
Mithera looked over at Master Jamie, and snorted, thinking about the suggestion. She looked down, and scratched into the dirt '2 big?' She motioned to herself. She was large enough to scare away most anyone looking for trouble, and undoubtedly warn someone of an impending attack, especially considering she's a dragon at the moment, and was probably associated with the guild by now. Anyone seeing her would likely either flee or prepare, and she didn't have time to turn to her smallest form before they left.
Jarvis is the Barkeep.
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