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Kublai Khan

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Irene Rendower

Irene arrived at the Guild, intent on finding new work. She had been here for three years now, and still she did not have the funds to purchase something befitting the ideal of "beauty". The paltry room she was renting at a nearby inn was far too meager to satisfy her; she needed a stately manor overlooking the sea at the least. Beyond that, one day she hoped to have an enormous palace erected somewhere in Rhode, opulently decorated with the most extravagant furnishings known to man. She was sure she would achieve that beautiful ideal someday. For now, however, she would have to make do with oddjobs paying coppers and silvers.

As luck would have it, there was a fresh set of jobs available upon her arrival. It was quite easy for her to make up her mind as to which one to volunteer for. The "Burrow Destruction" offered the greatest pay, and presented the greatest thrill. It was the most "beautiful" mission upon the board by far. Granted, the other missions may prove more challenging than they initially appeared, but Irene could count on the extermination of two whole burrows of those filthy goblins to provide plentiful entertainment. Not to mention her summary of those gathering for the missions as well. The recovery mission fell to Leonore, a woman of noble looks and countenance, but lacking in noble spirit. Her physical beauty could not compensate for her lack of spiritual amiability. Working with her willingly was out of the question. The other mission was headed by Noelle, with whom Irene had no quarrel, but no great desire to follow either. The mission she had chosen was assigned to Laurence. While Laurence looked like he could care less for it all, Irene had heard the man had a bigger heart than he let on. He was by far the most fitting leader to rally behind here. Her decision was only cemented as she eyed those that were volunteering. The medical delivery attracted the participation of Diana. While Irene bore her no ill will, she could not help but think that baldness was a most unattractive trait in a woman. Strangely, her blue hued skin was of much less bother. As for the recovery mission, of all the things to appear, an Orc strode in and declared his desire to join with the group associated with it. She had heard of these Orcs to belong to a savage culture, and was sure he would prove to be most "unbeautiful". Her mind was made up; the goblin extermination was the only choice for her.

Approaching Laurence, Irene greeted him with a curtsy. "Good sir Laurence, might I accompany you on your quest? I promise to be of the utmost assistance against the goblin hordes." Irene's thoughts were primarily on the rich reward to be had, though she did her best not to show it, and not showing her thoughts was one of her greatest talents. Indeed, she made a point never to communicate her true feelings to anyone when she thought they could be of offense. It was the only "beautiful" thing to do.

@SilverDawn

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

Berke Bayamaar

Berke was glad to see that, for starters, the man that had been pushed did not seem all that determined to start a fight, even if he did leave the door open for one. Somebody else stepped in to use some magic to prevent their confrontation, and then shortly after that a teacher arrived with a display of far more potent magic and proceeded to chastise the hostile pair. Berke was somewhat happy to hear the teacher believed he had shown good judgement, though it was ultimately overwhelmed by concern over Azerus. She also launched into an explanation of the magic the other guy used, which was interesting. Berke had never worked with a condenser before, so this was learning something new. In the end, she hurried them on to start eating. Berke would have taken the opportunity to check in on Azerus, but he seemed intent on isolating himself from the rest, not even inclined to eat. Berke decided it was best he just recover his sidelined meal and get ready for the tests.

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Berke had come somewhat prepared to take a written test, though his preparations were not entirely adequate to make a good showing here. While a few subjects had improved, for some his studies had not covered the material included on the test, and for those he had never been good at he did as poorly as he usually did. His performance would no doubt be overall middling with wildly vacillating grades between subjects. As for the essay, while Berke was not overly eloquent, he could certainly speak from the heart, and wrote a great deal on his desire to do right by his community and the lessons he had learned back in Altay. He had no idea if this was the kindof thing that the institute wanted to hear, but it was exactly what had brought him hear, and Berke wasn't one to embellish himself to sound better. At the end of the day, he wasn't remotely sure if he would pass this section, but he had given it his best effort.

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Finally, it was time for the physical exam. If it was nothing more than a test of strength, Berke would definitely do well, though even he was sure there would be more to it than that. The problem right now was making a group. Berke didn't know many people here, so there was only one real choice as to whom to approach first, and that was Azerus. Berke did not notice the smaller student that tried but failed to join up with him, and simply went in with a broad smile on his face and placed his hand on Azerus' shoulder. "Hey buddy, want to team up with me?" He was completely oblivious to the fact that he might be less than keen to do so.

@Dark Light

Worlds Apart

Now it was confirmed that he had met this guy before. Unfortunately, the guy didn't clarify when or where, nor did he offer his name, so Michael would have to sit there and guess. From his words, it sounded like he was one of the many non-serious law breakers he tended to go easy on. That didn't exactly make placing him much easier. His later words were more intriguing, however. He claimed everyone here had met in some capacity, with one exception. It made Michael wonder if there wasn't some line of logic to ghosty's choice of mask people. Then again, he was sure he hadn't met more than a few of these people, so it could easily just be a big coincidence that some of them had more acquaintances here than others. It was something to consider, at the very least.

After leaving off on some ominous talk about why the ghost girl had given them these bizarre powers, it seemed the guy made up his mind to go off and talk to someone else. Michael didn't mind ultimately, as he had really only wanted to say his piece. The last thing the guy did before going off to make conversation, however, was to ungag the psychopath. Michael didn't mind it entirely, seeing as gagging prisoners wasn't something anybody did back home even when they were the foulest and most malicious out there. It did quickly prove to be a bad idea, however, as the madman quickly opened with a spiel about how they were all the same as him or some crock like that. Additionally, the creep seemed a little too maneuverable inside his little cocoon. Michael really hoped he wasn't just going to be able to burst out whenever he felt like it.

"Oh, I see!" Michael suddenly spoke out, with an exaggerated tone as though he had just come to a major epiphany. "I see it clearly." He was looking right at the nutcase. "You watched the movie "The Dark Knight" by Christopher Nolan, and you thought the Joker was SO cool, you decided to emulate him in every way you could. Only you were too shitty to have any charisma like him, so you just went around being antagonistic and claiming everyone's a douche deep down in their dark little hearts." It should have been clear to anyone by now that he was taking the piss out the bastard. "Well guess what? You can take your plagiarised pseudo-philosophical bullshit and blow it out your ass. Heck, let's imagine for a minute that you're right..." Although Michael was absolutely certain he was dead wrong. "...that we're all evil and creepy, just like you. Does that make you feel better about yourself? Does it make your douchebag heart feel all tingly? Because it doesn't change a damn thing for me."

"Hey Ascot..." He began, turning his attention from the Joker here briefly. "Maybe we should leave the gag off for now? If he wants to demonstrate what a prick he is, let him." Michael didn't exactly want to hear more crowing about evil and morality, but it wasn't really his style to go gagging people to begin with, and God only knew if people were just going to take it off like the other guy, it was pointless to keep it up. Besides, Michael could always stand to poke some more fun at his bullshit ideas.

@Viatos@Scarescrow@Letter Bee

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