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STATUS: It might be three inches, but it smells like a foot. 11 yrs ago
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Okay, so I might be having a little bit of an issue with my computer, but hopefully it will be fixed soon.
Well you coulda told us you were still alive, Jiwon!
Obviously we just forgo three people and have you be the only one RPing, Rare.
We can just watch.
We can just watch.
By the way, once you get your next post up, we should give it a break. Let the others post before we spam everyone with our shenanigans.
"Aurellius, The Monster Maniac."
He was in for more than he had bargained for. Out of all of the other students that had been enrolled at the school, THIS was the one Aurellius had somehow managed to spot as soon as he landed? He cursed yet again as the kid frantically searched around in that scarf of his. Aurellius managed to pick up a few things. Something about a 'crystal thingy' and how Aurellius was terrible for nicknames. Then the kid ran off, hiding behind a tree. As if a tree would be able to stop him for long.
"I'm not 'The Monster Maniac', kid. And its not supposed to be good for nicknames. My name is just Aurellius. Leave it at that, and you won't be beaten into a pulp. Also, you know I can see you, right?" he noted, staring directly at the form barely hid behind the aspen tree. He cursed yet again, hefting the large weight of Ascalon. He rested the lance over his shoulder as he looked around for a few moments, gathering his bearings. You really couldn't see much inside this forest. The canopy and denseness of the trees forced you into a hundred meter radius of sight and sound.
That wasn't good enough.
Aurellius looked at the kid behind the tree. "You might as well tell me your name before you likely die here. Hell, stick with me long enough and you may just survive. You're probably not as worthless as you look, I suppose. Just barely. By this much." He held his hands apart by a few inches, winking. "Come on, we've only got five or so hours, and we spent fifteen minutes faffing about."
He sighed as he started walking, gesturing for the kid to follow him. As he walked, Aurellius was looking for something. He hadn't gotten much of a look around while plummeting from the sky, but he had managed to see the giant castle in the sky. If the sun told anything, he'd know which direction it was in. First they had to find a tree.
Not just any tree, mind you, one of those huge Oaks, the ones that dominate the area around them. It would be dangerous territory, though, since open areas were prime targets for a Grimm ambush. Still, they had to find it and get a view of the area. Perhaps even find their other partners. Hopefully they would be a little competent. "Listen, Scarfy, I'm gonna call you Scarfy from now on, we gotta find a place to get a view, and from there, head to the giant castle. Any ideas? D'you see anything when you were falling?"
"By the way, you got some, eh.. vomit on your shirt." Aurellius said, wrinkling his nose a bit.
He was in for more than he had bargained for. Out of all of the other students that had been enrolled at the school, THIS was the one Aurellius had somehow managed to spot as soon as he landed? He cursed yet again as the kid frantically searched around in that scarf of his. Aurellius managed to pick up a few things. Something about a 'crystal thingy' and how Aurellius was terrible for nicknames. Then the kid ran off, hiding behind a tree. As if a tree would be able to stop him for long.
"I'm not 'The Monster Maniac', kid. And its not supposed to be good for nicknames. My name is just Aurellius. Leave it at that, and you won't be beaten into a pulp. Also, you know I can see you, right?" he noted, staring directly at the form barely hid behind the aspen tree. He cursed yet again, hefting the large weight of Ascalon. He rested the lance over his shoulder as he looked around for a few moments, gathering his bearings. You really couldn't see much inside this forest. The canopy and denseness of the trees forced you into a hundred meter radius of sight and sound.
That wasn't good enough.
Aurellius looked at the kid behind the tree. "You might as well tell me your name before you likely die here. Hell, stick with me long enough and you may just survive. You're probably not as worthless as you look, I suppose. Just barely. By this much." He held his hands apart by a few inches, winking. "Come on, we've only got five or so hours, and we spent fifteen minutes faffing about."
He sighed as he started walking, gesturing for the kid to follow him. As he walked, Aurellius was looking for something. He hadn't gotten much of a look around while plummeting from the sky, but he had managed to see the giant castle in the sky. If the sun told anything, he'd know which direction it was in. First they had to find a tree.
Not just any tree, mind you, one of those huge Oaks, the ones that dominate the area around them. It would be dangerous territory, though, since open areas were prime targets for a Grimm ambush. Still, they had to find it and get a view of the area. Perhaps even find their other partners. Hopefully they would be a little competent. "Listen, Scarfy, I'm gonna call you Scarfy from now on, we gotta find a place to get a view, and from there, head to the giant castle. Any ideas? D'you see anything when you were falling?"
"By the way, you got some, eh.. vomit on your shirt." Aurellius said, wrinkling his nose a bit.
I've been infected by the sugoi-kawaii-onee-sama-dong-disease. I'm gonna fully transform soon.
Anyway, git cherr post urp.
Anyway, git cherr post urp.
ITS TOO LATE.
MY POST IS ERECT.
Oh god you're all rubbing this onto me.
MY POST IS ERECT.
Oh god you're all rubbing this onto me.
yesh. takeit.
TAKE MY POST. YOU CAN'T SAY NO.
TAKE MY POST. YOU CAN'T SAY NO.
Aurellius brought his hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as the kid jumped away, climbing the tree and freaking out for no damned reason. He let out a curse as the boy called him a 'monster'. He looked down at his own form. Yeah, he had plenty of cuts and his suit was tarnished, but a monster? Wow, very harsh. He groaned once more as a certain smell came in contact with his nostrils. Vomit. It smelled like some kind of southern food, but Aurellius couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed, pulling his hand down and wiping a bit of perspiration that had been formed from the thrill of the fall.
"Listen, kid... will you just..." Aurellius raised an eyebrow. The kid was obviously scared of him. Was Aurellius really that scary? Yeah, he was tall and broad shoulder, pretty overbearing with the large mini-gun resting on his pommel. But Aurellius didn't think of Ascalon as scary. More awesome than it was scary. Aurellius stopped for a moment, thinking. He could have just left the kid where he was, move on and find someone else, someone who didn't look incompetent and had a freaking yoyo as a weapon. Aurellius' bottom lip seemed to have finally stopped bleeding, which he didn't enjoy. The coppery and metallic taste was always a constant reminder of him being flesh and bone.
Aurellius flipped a switch on Ascalon, transforming it back into the probably less frightening shape of a lance. He stepped forwards, probing it out at the kid, but not to attack. No, Aurellius grabbed the front of the kids shirt with the tip of the lance, sticking it right between that scarf, picking him up off of the tree with a bit of effort. "Listen. If you're that scared of me, you're going to piss your pants when you come across some of the Grimm that live in this forest," he said, setting them on the ground. "I'm not a monster unless you piss me off, okay?"
Aurellius grinned slightly, patting the person on the shoulder a few times. "But for now, you can call me Aurellius."
"Listen, kid... will you just..." Aurellius raised an eyebrow. The kid was obviously scared of him. Was Aurellius really that scary? Yeah, he was tall and broad shoulder, pretty overbearing with the large mini-gun resting on his pommel. But Aurellius didn't think of Ascalon as scary. More awesome than it was scary. Aurellius stopped for a moment, thinking. He could have just left the kid where he was, move on and find someone else, someone who didn't look incompetent and had a freaking yoyo as a weapon. Aurellius' bottom lip seemed to have finally stopped bleeding, which he didn't enjoy. The coppery and metallic taste was always a constant reminder of him being flesh and bone.
Aurellius flipped a switch on Ascalon, transforming it back into the probably less frightening shape of a lance. He stepped forwards, probing it out at the kid, but not to attack. No, Aurellius grabbed the front of the kids shirt with the tip of the lance, sticking it right between that scarf, picking him up off of the tree with a bit of effort. "Listen. If you're that scared of me, you're going to piss your pants when you come across some of the Grimm that live in this forest," he said, setting them on the ground. "I'm not a monster unless you piss me off, okay?"
Aurellius grinned slightly, patting the person on the shoulder a few times. "But for now, you can call me Aurellius."
I'll go ahead and get up a post soon. Prepare to get wrekt, kid.
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