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Current I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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1 yr ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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1 yr ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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Oh boy, Thanksgiving - my second favorite holiday! Only one I like more is Cheapass Halloween, the day after regular halloween when all the candy is half off
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@blackdragon
How's this guy look?


@A Lowly Wretch

Hayim raced ever towards the glowing, piercing light. At his current distance, he could feel it burning into his newly formed retinas, the light being present even with closed eyelids. More than anything else, he wanted to simply stop, sit down, and remain silent. He still had no need to breathe, but he could feel his body growing more ragged with the exertion than it healed and powered up from the spire. His eight limbs flung forwards in a rough synchronization, a meager attempt to increase his already ludicrous (well... by his standard) speeds. The light grew closer, but at a pace that was far from encouraging. Hayim could feel the energy of the light burning him even more, digging in, planting its roots in his very being and replacing him.

And it was far from metaphorical. Hayim fell down on the branch, his tentacle having been caught on one of the numerous growths of bark. He didn't manage to release it in time, before another root broke off of the main branch, wrapping itself against another leg and constricting him to the branch.

It was far less distressing than it would have been to the old Hayim. Now it was more... Annoying? Too light of a description. Frustrating? Too rough.

An inconvenience. The fact that he was now being buried alive in branches and wood was an inconvenience.

Still, it was a welcome inconvenience. Hayim's limbs were so tired, his stamina depleted. He wished for nothing more than to simply allow his body to fade into unconsciousness. The darkness of closed eyes wasn't even that scary anymore - Hayim was not the large plant creature, sitting on a branch that was larger than hundreds of trees. He was the blades of grass, the trees in the forests, the berries that the Humans and Animals ate with such eagerness, the bits of bark that now restrained him to the branch and were steadily crushing his old body. He was the canopies that offered shade and refuge from the sun and rain, and he was the logs that were used to make the Human's huts.

He was now the world tree and, more importantly, he was the world itself. He almost lost his sense of self, almost forgot the reason he struggled so desperately to reach the light. The screams were a good reminder.

Hundreds of voices cried out in pain - if he included the plants and not just the animals and humans, then it would easily be in the millions. He could see it without his old eyes - the heated plasma against bark and leaves, the photoreceptors sensing a bright light before fading away. Cracking open the complex structure that was once his eyes, Hayim saw balls of blue light crashing through the Spire's forest - his forest, leaving massive trenches and trails of destruction in their wake. They passed away with expected ease, cascading towards his World Tree.

It, of course, did only superficial harm. The forest would grow back, as it did in response to any damage. It didn't matter how bad a forest fire was - they always died, and the plants were always replaced. The trees, thick enough to compare to the oldest trees in Tabrasa, simply grew back once more, the surviving trees appreciating the sudden space. Hayim's bloodshot eyes traveled to the impact point on his World Tree. Red Fruit hung from the sites, far too gargantuan to be any real thing... But the appearance reminded Hayim of something. Villages filled with fleshy Humans, a sweet interior that was filled with juices, seeds that would be planted for the future of the tribe.

Hayim's mind was more mature - he knew the strength of the spire, the futility of his mission to destroy it. The old Hayim was wrong - this was just like the fear spire, if not worse. At least the fear spire was kind enough to show its colors early - this thing was insidious, seeking out to strike Hayim from the roots, change his very being. It was cutting his branches, pruning his essence and filling the empty space with more of itself. He would be reduced to nothing more than an extension of his World Tree

Hundreds of voices spoke in Hayim's mind, all chattering at once, paranoia and fear running rampant. The last bits of his domain sensed their unhappiness, and Hayim suddenly felt something he had lost in his sudden growth. He spoke to the voices, his own so much stronger thanks to his spire's influence.

"Don't worry Humans - I'm here to save you. I promise we'll all eat fruits again, so please just stay calm."

Hayim opened his eye once more, just realizing that it had been closed for the last few minutes. The bark was completely covering his old body, and he was in what appeared to be a cocoon of wood. He reached deep into his well of Health, speeding up the growth of the shell of plant matter. His bark pierced his old tentacles, wrapped around his old head, constricted his old body to the point of breaking.

He fell through space, landing a few feet away from the base of a large tree. The familiar warmth of Akhuz beamed down on his old body as he laid in the meadows of eternity.



Hayim's senses were the first to go - almost as soon as he entered Akhuz, his knowledge of the plant's feeling and thoughts faded, as did his awareness of them. His old body was, once again, his only body. It was nowhere near as uncomfortable as it has once been, but he hoped that it would revert back to normal soon. He laid on the grass of Akhuz, lying beneath the Akhuz version of the World Tree. It grew much like it's real-world counterpart, but unlike the real world, these fields were endless. Hayim gently rubbed his tentacle along the grass, touching the numerous flowers that blessed Akhuz's surface.

Hayim looked through the tree, being careful to not actually enter the real world - chaos reigned in the forest, and he bore witness to the plant dragons flying through the skies and over the great canopy of trees. The assault on the forest did nothing, only increasing the potency of the forest. Did the spire extract the godly-essence in the dragon's attacks? Did it use the new space and wounds to explore different applications of its vegetative might? Or were the attacks simply draining the Spire's well of power faster than it otherwise would, and they were more effective then they appeared.

Hayim's eyes drifted to the fruit that hung from the world tree. Out of the Spire's influence, memories were much easier to access - those were the same fruits he had given to a northern tribe of humans only a few weeks prior. A tribe that was composed of mothers, fathers, and children. A community that was ransacked by Ragnagedon's forces, his cult of human followers.

Humans that Hayim could not save.

Hayim lay at the base of the World Tree of Akhuz, tears gently falling from his yellow eyes, waiting for his strength to return and to give aid to the humans thar praised his name.
@blackdragon
Sorry, been busy with school - will get my character out sometime tomorrow!
Interested in a Mad Scientist Student!
@Williwaw
@Crimmy

Haruma was ready for a lot at that moment - maybe they'd say that a teenager wasn't really fit for the company, and he'd have to invest online or something. Or maybe the girl would find the situation funny, begin to spread rumors at school. However, like many of the guests at Kanacon, he did not expect the lights to flicker off, plunging the area into darkness. Several long seconds passed before Haruma felt a presence in his hand - touch revealed it to be the lighter he carried at all times. Flicking it on, he was just in time to see the girl pull out her phone and use the flashlight feature.

That was much wiser. Then again, it wasn't like Haruma's power was especially wise - he wanted light, so it got him the most direct source it could find. Taking out his own cell phone, he mimicked Beppu in lighting up the surrounding area... Only to see her marching off on her own. Not like it really mattered to Haruma, in any case. He had her number and could contact her for that request she had any time he needed to. She began to shout out to the surrounding crowd and, ignoring her, Haruma addressed Kyuuichiro.

"I'm terribly sorry sir - it seems like the power went out. I am more than willing to wait for the power turns on before we see the inves-"

At that moment, a gunshot rang out throughout the convention, and a man with a megaphone began to loudly speak to the crowd. His threats, much to Haruma's terror, seemed to indicate he was related to the gunshots from earlier...

Immediately Haruma turned off his phone light and began to look for space to hide from the light of the torch. 'Shit, shit, shit, gotta get away from the light-'

Haruma tried to shake the thoughts from his mind, but he was worried it might have been too late - the last thing he needed was for his power to activate on the (presumably armed,) dangerous terrorists and knock their torch away. At the very least, he wasn't easy to anger. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally crush the guy's eyes or something, cause that would immediately start up some violence.

Doing his absolute best to appear nonchalant, or at least as nonchalant as possible in a full suit, Haruma slowly made his way over to the back of the Investor Booth. He had already made decent progress before another thought occurred to him, and he turned back, trying to make his way to Beppu without surprising her too much. When he was close enough, he whispered to her under his breath.

"C'mon this way, I'm gonna hide in the booth Kyuuichiro-san is in - that should buy us time to wait for help."

He didn't say it, just in case anyone could overhear him, but Haruma was definitely going to call the cops the second he felt he could get away with it - hiding behind the booths with the lowest volume and brightness on his phone might give him the opportunity to do so.
Tower

Health:
7000/7000

Mana:
4050/4050










Dennis made sure the grip he had on his shield was extra tight as he moved into the arrival area - as soon as they had gotten their bearings, the creatures began to jump from behind the foliage, charging the group as soon as they could. Naomi seemed the first to react, quickly casting a spell in the area around them before moving directly behind Tower with inhuman speed (another spell, of course), and ending up right next to River. Tower maneuvered himself to stand between them and the surrounding Wargs.

Cecilia was quick to follow in the assault, making great use of her high agility - she proceeded to pull the strongest monster, the trainer, towards the rest of the group. She then launched over the trainer which, in combination with the damage that River had done, made the Trainer look far weaker than it had before. Not wanting to risk anything, however, Tower was quick to cast Radiating Challenge on the Trainer, making sure the strongest enemy would only attack him.

Not wanting to burn through his remaining mana too quickly, Dennis then used Mass Aggravate, still doing his best to cover the two magic users behind him. He then called out to the pair.

"Try putting yourselves against a big tree, I'll follow. Guys! I got the Goblin after me, so take him down first and don't worry about Aggro!"



Summary:
Stand between the Enemies and River/Willow
Radiating Challenge on the Goblin Warg Trainer
Mass Aggravate on everyone else.
@A Lowly Wretch

Higher and higher, Hayim was thrust into the air by the friendly human (or was he a plant-friend now?). As he rose, faster than the health god had ever moved in his long life, the growing presence of his siblings could be clearly seen. Dragons flew through the air, the three serpents of Drakairós being the most easily seen thanks to their large size and glowing radiance. Fire and ice slammed into the leaves of the constantly growing tree, rendered into more leaves and bark from which to grow - at best it left a burn or a bit of frost for a few seconds.

Hayim was lucky that they seemed more focused on the upper portion of the tree, allowing him to focus on moving up with his ally. He'd have to think of something quick, or else the dragons would accidentally slaughter the animals and humans that were turned into vegetation below. Or worse, they would intentionally slaughter them.

Just as Hayim was thinking of pouring some of his essences into the tree-man, helping him boost himself higher, Hayim was slammed onto the nearest branch. Grappling the bark with his ungainly limbs to prevent falling hundreds or even thousands of feet, Hayim watched as the tree was slowly left behind in the spire's growth.

"Go now. Go and... Free our people... Tame the tree."

"Thank you Humie! Hayim promise you - I'll save everyone!"

'I?' Weird, Hayim usually didn't speak like that - that level of self-awareness was typically restricted from him. Considering his current predicament, Hayim didn't pay it too much mind. Instead, he crawled along the wide branch, eventually moving to a walking pace as the branch continued to widen and guarantee he wouldn't fall.

As soon as this safety was guaranteed, Hayim began to run as fast as his boosted limbs would carry him - the light, the damn radiance that caused all the problems here, was growing further by the second. The light was posing an issue to his other siblings - the fear they had for their own bodies prevented them from coming close. Understandable, since the closer they got, the more they slowed and weakened. But for Hayim, it was the total opposite - his limbs were heavier, but they were boosting attributes he already had as a plant. Grappling forwards with eight limbs, each wider than all of his previous limbs put togethor, Hayim was making rapid progress towards the light.

But as he grew closer, the desire driving him towards the light so fervently seemed to... weaken? No... it'd be more apt to say that it dulled. Why run so much and try so hard to do something, when he could simply take a break, rest? The sun was beautiful today, and Hayim was feeling somewhat parched...

No! Why was Hayim thinking like this?! For one, there was no sun out - a storm overhead was a dark grey, and from Hayim's position, the sun was impossible to make out behind the clouds. He shook his head, a new addition to his growing body, and continued throwing himself forwards, occasionally teetering somewhat on his new limbs. He'd make it to that damn light, even if it meant falling off the tree when he was done.
Will get a post out tomorrow.
George




George kept a firm hand on his mule's reins - the last thing he wanted to do was cause an uproar or some kind of commotion with the envoys, in case one of them broke from their harness. The city of Flemont couldn't be seen from their distance, but George was well aware of their proximity - if they were ordered to, it would take less than a day to be upon them. George really didn't like thinking about that kind of stuff though. The killing was something he disliked greatly, and if he could, he usually ran from a confrontation or tried to deal non-lethal blows.

Besides, the chances that they would attack today were pretty much impossible. They had gone over planning, but George felt fairly confident that they were not close to being done with a concrete execution of it. The envoy was inside of Aria's tent and, in his usual distaste for the high-stress environment, George chose to remain outside with the mules. If he had time, he'd recheck their food and water supplies, maybe polish his armor and maintain his weapon if he had time. Work was a far preferable alternative to lazing about, in his opinion.

Unpacking some provisions for the mules, George gave Cocoa and Gus their feed and some of the water. Maybe he could take one them down to the creek he saw on the march over to the campsite in order to replenish the water supplies? Being responsible for the food and water was his main goal since he was the one who carried the most of it, and he really wanted to serve something special tonight. If only he was a hunter - then they wouldn't need to stop at cities to replenish their supplies nearly as much.

Rising from his seat, George grabbed the harness that was connected to Gus' bridle, shifting it to a leash instead. He then gripped the saddle and saddlebags, before throwing them over the Mule's body and fastening them. It only took grabbing several empty water skins and canteens before George was on his way, gently leading the apathetic mule towards the nearby water source. At most, it'd take an hour walk there and back - plenty of time to prepare for tomorrow and cook a good dinner.
@Williwaw@Crimmy

It was good to help people. Or, more specifically, it was good to not make random girls he barely knew cry. Haruma rarely ate out anyways, but having more coupons was never a problem if he wanted to save a buck and he was in a tight situation. Haruma took the card with her contact information, putting it into his pocket and being careful to remember it later in the day.

By the time he had opened his eyes, he had already taken out another card and handed it to the representative, extending the pen out as well. Haruma nearly yanked it away, but the man grabbed it and began to write before he was able to pull away. Haruma was so distracted with handling the girl situation that he accidentally did something disrespectful to the man who represented the company that Haruma planned to invest in.

"O-oh, wa-"

"I would prefer to use email. The role given to me is to liaise with any potential investors. As I was about to say earlier, I can direct you to the brokers and give any information within reason."

Haruma took back his card shamefully, increasingly aware of the fact that he still had the representative's business card from earlier in his jacket pocket. He nodded briefly, his face a bright pink as he spoke.

"I-I would appreciate that greatly, sir."

Internally, Haruma mulled over this incident carefully, thinking of the fastest way to do what he needed and get out. He hadn't been this embarrassed since he once fell into a dumpster searching for anything valuable... Hopefully, the girl wouldn't blab about this to the rest of the school. The last thing he needed was his clientele hearing about how he lost his cool.
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