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WHAT IS THIS PLEB FORMATTING

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For the first few moments after suggesting for the group to avoid meddling with the suspicious object, it seems his words were being heeded as Arryn stepped back. But almost as soon as that happened, the Teann Chi’I alchemist stepped forward with one of the inane comments that he’d heard out of an alchemist, let alone what seemed to be a reasonably competent one. The worst of his former students were brighter than her.

Before Jean could object, Luthica was already beginning to cast a spell in a foreign language, and the former professor decided to make good on his earlier statement. If they didn’t listen, that was their problem. They’d learn from their mistakes.

He started stepping back slowly, before gradually picking up the pace such that he was retreating backwards at normal walking speed.

In the next moment, his fears were confirmed. A dull thud emanated from the crystal. Then, another. And another. And another. Jean was halfway across the field. He looked back, and bit his lip as the massive white tree began to move. It was a treant. In a flash, his hands were at his waist, and in another, his sidearm was unsheathed. Preparing for the possibility the monster might rush at him, the professor held the weapon in a defensive position. Somehow, he found the need to reinforce the fact that attempting to alchemize the crystal was a horrid mistake.

“I don’t want to come off as rude, but I did warn you guys.”

The tendrils of the monster continued to reach outwards as Jean spoke, spreading through the field. One came too close for comfort, and unsure of its disposition, hacked at the root of the beast. Unfortunately, it seemed Arryn had misconstrued his admittedly belittling statement as being directed towards her, from what he gathered from her stinging retort as they both retreated.

He shrugged. He’d dealt with worse threats from rowdy college students before. Empty threats in a mutual combat situation would just hurt them both. After all, it seemed he was the only skilled medical practitioner amongst them.

“Sure. It’s my job to talk about smart things. It’s also my job to keep you alive, so please keep that in mind as well.”

Is RPGuild dying?

All aboard the Iwaku train!

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Sorry, posting as soon as I can. Backed up with other stuff to write~

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Mikellh Dejax said
Still, it would be interesting to see both of them trying to keep revising prices, say when Aislinn wants to commission something to build, and offers a price, Piccard offers a higher price, then she offers a price a little lower, but still higher than her initial one, and so on. Although, this would possibly stray into one-liner dialogues, which are not allowed here, so I don't know. Although I'd still like them to be friends anyway.

Of course. Aislinn needs to play dress up outfit Juno with convincing disguises for missions, naturally.

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Aislinn's wares tend more to the intangible, although she is thrifty enough to sell some of her used stuff, yeah. I think she'd be more interested in commissioning constructs than selling things, though.

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Jinx? q.q

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Soon(TM)

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Scumpak Psyka.

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Aislinn smiled at the nice lunch lady behind the counter, giving her signature waist height, single-motion hand wave as she pushed her tray forward with her other hand to be served. It seemed, for reasons unexplained, the hot food line was the shortest and moved the fastest of all the food lines in the cafeteria. Even with lining up like a proper law-abiding student, unlike other certain students, Aislinn and Juno were in and out of the line with a healthy serving of turkey in less than ten minutes. She couldn’t fathom why people would want nasty pre-cooked pizza over some nice, fresh steaming turkey, but that wasn’t her business. As Juno grabbed a couple cans of tea down the line, Aislinn attempted to stabilize the plastic tray, which was bending slightly under the load of plates, utensils, and turkey.

Not moments after Aislinn stepped towards the tables of the cafeteria did Juno spot a certain doll and her master across the cafeteria. Aislinn reached out to restrain her doll by the back of her collar, but she had already zipped away towards Ashita, tossing the two drink cans in the general direction of the sagging food tray. Diving forward with the tray, the brown-haired girl accomplished a feat of acrobatics as she caught the two cans of green tea, one on top of the other with her spare hand. She spun ninety degrees on her foot to regain her footing from the lunge, balancing the two cans precariously. Having narrowly avoided disaster, she breathed out through her mouth in relief, and scanned for a table with some familiar faces. Placing the drinks onto the overladen tray, Aislinn brightened in recognition and headed towards a half-full table, giving up on chasing her eccentric minion.

Unrestrained, Juno continued barreling down the cafeteria aisle, arms outstretched.

“Ashiiiiita~!” The pink hatted girl smacked into the other doll with an embrace that could suffocate a normal girl of her size.

Ignoring the actions of Juno, who was now halfway across the dining hall, Aislinn took the seat second from the corner at the table with Keepa and company, setting her tray down.

“Hey Keepa, Clark. Would you mind if I sit here?”

The question, naturally, was only a formality; she had already sat down of course, and she knew them well enough. Aislinn moved the drinks off the tray.

“Chowder again?”