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5 yrs ago
Current "If you break before me, I swear that I will take away your pain and worry. I'll bring the light back to you." - Cevilain, Better Angels
9 yrs ago
He said "You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave!"
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9 yrs ago
Down on your knees, you don't look so tall. Open your eyes and the empire falls!
9 yrs ago
Rebooting "It's a Lonely World" RP, posted in Casual.
10 yrs ago
If I lived everyday like it was my last, the body count would be staggering.
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Izzy pulled off the bomber and looked around, taking inventory of the remaining enemy aircraft before grinning to herself. An idea. She looked over the bomber info that she'd received and then pulled up her radio "Roland, I have idea to take out the bomber. All aircraft, if anyone is able to, follow me."

She proceeded to pulled up rapidly on the stick, engaging the afterburners on Duchess and climbed straight up like a rocket as she watched her fuel gauge drop like a stone from full to 3/4. Once at a significant altitude she pulled back on the stick once again, flipping herself over and pointed straight down at the bomber. With a grin she disengaged the afterburners and screamed towards the bomber, her speedometer shooting up. She flicked the cover on the missile trigger and armed the missiles, placing her finger gently on the trigger, ready to fire them.

Duchess screamed towards the Holy Albatross, shuddering under the speed. It wasn't exactly designed to fly at such speeds but Izzy had faith in the old girl "Just a little longer..." she whispered, now only about 250m above the bomber and closing fast. At 100m she squeezed the trigger on the stick and launched two of the four missiles before pulling hard on the stick and just narrowly missing the trailing edge of the Albatross' wings, slowly leveling off of her dive. Not bad for an old biplane.
Apologies @KoL and @TheWindel , don't know where I got Donna from (long day). I did read your post :P.

Side note: Does the school have a music room and if not, would it be realistic to have a keyboard moved into a dorm?
There we go. I'll have Safira's up in a little bit.
@Ploxerdon @KoL



Maven stood in the doorway quietly, watching the interaction between the occupants with curiousity as Sergei approached from behind her. She seemed absorbed by the conversation. Maven seemed startled at Sergei’s rather rough touch and was stunned at first, only a small click resonating through the small alcove they were in.

Kaede approached. "No....not yet Maven...patience." she thought, waiting for the monitor to finish her little speech before watching her walk off around the corner. The footsteps slowly became quieter and quieter...

Then with an incredible speed, Maven launched herself back at him before sidestepping and appearing behind him somehow. The cold steel barrel of her FNX-45 could be felt on Sergei’s back as Maven went to put him in an armbar, pushing him into the wall.

Then, all was silent except for the rapid and heavy hissing of Maven’s breather. It sounded strained and weak at the same time, her grasp on his arm weakening by the second.

She quickly released him and shoved him with the intent to put him on the ground before ejecting yet another Cyanothane cartridge from her wrist and fumbling for a new one, gasping at the lack of the gas. In normal circumstances those cartridges should've lasted 48 hours, under exertion however they were depleted very rapidly as the gas exchange of Cyanothane was horribly inefficient compared to Oxygen. Maven looked panicked as she struggled to insert a new cartridge into the slot embedded in her wrist and fell to her knees, looking weaker every minute she was deprived of her life source.

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@Shikaru @Unfortunately

Safira nodded to Nuo as Kaede approached. She seemed to lecture Nuo on skipping classes but Safira didn’t seem to care either way. This was a school full of potential criminals, it was entertaining to see that one was still chastised for not going to class. Safira looked to Nuo and Natalie, grabbing her things and beginning to walk off towards the cafeteria “I don’t know about you two, but I’m absolutely starving.”

Upon arrival at the cafeteria, Safira already felt crowded. She looked around at the mass of students-- well… assassins, future assassins. Whatever. She shook her head and dumped her stuff at a table before proceeding towards the food counter, following her growling stomach.

After obtaining a sandwich and a carton of milk she returned to her claimed spot and began to chow down, putting her new found friends out of her mind, food always trumped friends. Besides, could she really trust anyone in here knowing that each and every one of them had probably killed someone in the past?
Kinda hoping that Maven gets picked on. The outcome would be...interesting.
@TheWindel Its rather entertaining isn't it?
@Ploxerdon I'll respond in about 30-40min when I get out of school.
@Ploxerdon Sergei may have just bitten off more than he can chew ;)
@Ploxerdon Tiny problem with a fight. Maven doesn't talk. Ever.
@Ploxerdon I could see that happening, definitely. Any thoughts on how they'd see each other? I personally think thad they'd be able to relate to each others situation well and perhaps grow into something more than friends.
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