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Not a rivalry. Just a WTF. Because Asura is in another RP with 200+ posts...and still doesn't even have a single CS finished. So yeah. Scumbaq Asura.
What the hell, why are you here, Asura?
And yeah, I am. It'll take some time though. Doing some stuff right now.
And yeah, I am. It'll take some time though. Doing some stuff right now.
Sup Psyker. You can start despairing now.
That prank by a rather...courageous student brought a small smile onto Arara's lips. Oliver Kootz, was it? Though she couldn't say that she condoned such actions, it was entertaining in the same way that low-brow humor was funny. It said a lot about the security of the building though, if even the headmaster's office could be broken into by a first year. Then again, this was Vytal, not Vacuo. They obviously had better things to focus on, even after the last Headmaster was assassinated.
The boy who had previously introduced himself knew what he was doing, if nothing else. A bow of respect, indicated by how shallow, yet non-sloppy it was. Definitely someone accustom to higher society, this boy, and his confidence was obvious as well. A rich person, to be able to afford one of the latest Sakanade combat shirts, and imported directly from the factories at that. That particular line of products hadn't started shipment to Vytal yet. Very interesting. “I personally wouldn't mind the former,” Arara admitted, “It would be nice to experience first-hand how those of Vytal fight, though we'd most likely have many chances for such confrontations later on in the school year.”
With the announcement of the airship finally arriving, Arara took up her spear once more, following the rest into the spacious airship, before finding a window to rest beside. She wasn't nervous, of course, but they were going into battle now. It wouldn't help to have anything distracting pop up. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and started to simulate a fight in her mind, against the strongest person she's fought before.
What would Cororo do?
The boy who had previously introduced himself knew what he was doing, if nothing else. A bow of respect, indicated by how shallow, yet non-sloppy it was. Definitely someone accustom to higher society, this boy, and his confidence was obvious as well. A rich person, to be able to afford one of the latest Sakanade combat shirts, and imported directly from the factories at that. That particular line of products hadn't started shipment to Vytal yet. Very interesting. “I personally wouldn't mind the former,” Arara admitted, “It would be nice to experience first-hand how those of Vytal fight, though we'd most likely have many chances for such confrontations later on in the school year.”
With the announcement of the airship finally arriving, Arara took up her spear once more, following the rest into the spacious airship, before finding a window to rest beside. She wasn't nervous, of course, but they were going into battle now. It wouldn't help to have anything distracting pop up. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and started to simulate a fight in her mind, against the strongest person she's fought before.
What would Cororo do?
How exactly does combat work? Is it roll-based, or do you just RP it out? And do the items/equipments HAVE to be from the game, such as Vulneraries and such? Or do we just use it as a guideline of sorts (i.e no gunblades or whips)?
What a lively RP. Saw the intchek, and I have a couple of questions. Is the characters list up to date? And does one necessarily need to know of the Fire Emblem franchise to participate in this?
D'aw, so cute.
Well, Imma post now. Don't know why you nerds aren't.
Whee, posted. Not totally sure about tea house customs in Asia, but I'm working under the assumption that they have tatami mats on the inside, so customers remove their shoes as they come in.
Pointless. Useless. Endless.
Sometimes, Kakei Maruhama forgot what day it was that day, but then again, that should be expected. Every day was the same after all. He was living a life that had no meaning, living only because the other option, death, wasn't very appealing for him. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the low stone walls of a bridge. It was a foggy day, a perfect reflection of his life, everything unclear, no direction given at all. The light rain told him to take cover, but he didn't mind. There was elegance in standing outside in the rain, drops of coldness numbing his body. Poetic, almost, as his heavy garments dampened, taking on a darker color.
It was the start of the Lover's Festival that misty day, the start of a week from which he would have to suffer the worried gossip of his family's servants, the disapproving looks from his father. The young master whom, at the age of 22, was still a child. He cared little for their opinions, but it still got tiring. As other couples went out on the streets, chatting amiably in the spring rain, Kakei rested by a bridge, looking like a young man forsaken by his lover. It was all just so...his train of thought just stopped then, and the dark-haired man let out a sigh. It was getting colder now, and without any particular destination in mind, he found himself finding a direction in the form of a scent. The smell of roses and floral teas, faint in the foggy air. He took in a deep breath, and followed it, arriving at a tea shop that he did not recognize. It was a well-weathered establishment, architecture reminiscent of the buildings he had seen as a child. No, perhaps even before he was born. A rustic, pleasant feeling, it was.
Sliding open the door and removing his wooden clogs as he did so, Kakei stood there, waiting for an employee to notice and direct him to a seat.
Sometimes, Kakei Maruhama forgot what day it was that day, but then again, that should be expected. Every day was the same after all. He was living a life that had no meaning, living only because the other option, death, wasn't very appealing for him. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the low stone walls of a bridge. It was a foggy day, a perfect reflection of his life, everything unclear, no direction given at all. The light rain told him to take cover, but he didn't mind. There was elegance in standing outside in the rain, drops of coldness numbing his body. Poetic, almost, as his heavy garments dampened, taking on a darker color.
It was the start of the Lover's Festival that misty day, the start of a week from which he would have to suffer the worried gossip of his family's servants, the disapproving looks from his father. The young master whom, at the age of 22, was still a child. He cared little for their opinions, but it still got tiring. As other couples went out on the streets, chatting amiably in the spring rain, Kakei rested by a bridge, looking like a young man forsaken by his lover. It was all just so...his train of thought just stopped then, and the dark-haired man let out a sigh. It was getting colder now, and without any particular destination in mind, he found himself finding a direction in the form of a scent. The smell of roses and floral teas, faint in the foggy air. He took in a deep breath, and followed it, arriving at a tea shop that he did not recognize. It was a well-weathered establishment, architecture reminiscent of the buildings he had seen as a child. No, perhaps even before he was born. A rustic, pleasant feeling, it was.
Sliding open the door and removing his wooden clogs as he did so, Kakei stood there, waiting for an employee to notice and direct him to a seat.
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