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

Berke Bayamaar

Berke was glad his new buddy had assented to making a team with him. After all, who didn't love a good friend patting them on the shoulder? It was a perfectly friendly gesture. In due time, they were joined by a small monster. While there weren't many monsters at all in Altay, Berke certainly wasn't about to become judgemental all of a sudden. "Excellent! We're a team!" Berke exclaimed as Azerus clearly accepted their new monster buddy. Soon enough, the time limit for team building ended, and to Berke's shock, there were a few people that failed to actually form teams in the time allowed. Who wouldn't want to form a team as quickly as possible? Maybe they were just too shy?

They were all assigned weapons for their excursion. Berke had taken a go at using some of his family's hunting weapons in preparation for coming here, but he was hardly familiar with the use of a gun. He also wished he had been given a more blunted weapon; he knew he would have to hurt something in this career, but he could at least avoid slicing anything up like he would have to with this knife. Strapping on the harness, he was dismayed by the further explanation the professor provided. Were they to actually fight and even kill the other teams here? That was the one thing Berke did not want to do. He really hoped the professor was just kidding around. If not, maybe Berke had just learned that this place was not for him.

As quick as blinking, the professor whisked them away to their starting positions. Steeling himself for whatever was to come, Berke resolved to try and get this done without doing any unnecessary killing. Focusing on Azerus' question for the time being, he answered, "Well I can't say I have any truly special skills, but if you want me to bulldoze anything in our path, I can do it." While he said this, Berke hoped nobody was about to ask him to bulldoze any people down. The only fighting he'd done back in Altay was purely of the friendly variety against his family and other people that could take a good hit. As far as Berke was concerned though, Azerus' final statement was encouraging; he wouldn't tell them not to die unless he cared, right?

Otherwise, it was time to get moving. Berke kept his eyes peeled for a sign. There had to be a sign welcoming people to town, right? That would tell them the name.

@Dark Light @Azereiah

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

Yeah, I think it's simpler if we just post. I mean, it's not like we can't slap anyone that is clearly metagaming, right?

Worlds Apart

"Uh, I dunno..." Michael replied to the question of powers. He felt something, that was for sure, but he wasn't sure what that entailed. Ascot had broken out this wacky goo, but could anybody do that? Did everyone get their own thematic power set? As Ascot turned to look at and speak to others, Michael briefly considered experimenting with what he was capable of. He had no idea how he was supposed to do anything, but he tried the cliche option and looked at knifey dundee and thought really hard about getting a more convenient way of carrying the bastard.

Before he knew it, some weird rope made of light shot out of his arm and wrapped around the cocoon. "Oh, sweet!" Michael exclaimed. Things were looking up if they could do all kinds of neat stuff like this. Looking back to Ascot, it seemed he was having a conversation with Anni. It sounded like they were getting in pretty deep on the subject of ghosty's intentions. For Michael, the question was easy; no they couldn't trust her, yes they did have to go along the path she set out unless they wanted to wander around and get murdered by whatever was lurking out there.

The other's conversation changed topic rather quickly, however, as Ascot started talking about what he liked in a girl. Not only that, but he decided now was the perfect time to propose a group date for them all. Michael could only stare in disbelief as he spoke about it. What happened to the guy that was so determined to get them moving? But the best part was how Anni reacted. She bolted away as though Ascot had just put the fear of God in her. Michael couldn't help but laugh heartily at the spectacle. It was made even better by how cut up about it Ascot seemed. It was like he had sincerely expected a happy ending to that bizarre proposal.

"Hey, don't apologise to me." He told Ascot at the time. "But let's just get going. Time heals, kid." It was probably for the best that they just put it behind them and kept going. It was best for the two kids, and best that they didn't sit around dwelling on all this silly business. Michael did hope they didn't have to keep dealing with Ascot's hormonal impulses the whole way though.

Eventually, they arrived at what they could all only guess was Silverbrook. Almost on cue, Ascot piped up with some advice. "We'll deal with that when it comes, buddy." He hoped nobody was honestly planning to start stealing off the bat. Nobody knew what they would be dealing with here, so acting recklessly was beyond stupidity. "I'm going to go get the info we need. Keep an eye on our little buddy, okay?" He told him, releasing his handy dandy new energy rope from the cocoon. Hopefully they wouldn't have any trouble with the psycho while he was gone. He would keep him under watch, but approaching a town of theoretically normal people with a prisoner in two seemed like a bad idea.

Moving forward, Michael picked out a man sitting closest to the entrance they had arrived at. "Uh, hello?" Michael spoke to him, not sure what to expect from these people.

The man turned to him and greeted him with an enormous smile. "Good day! Nice day for fishing, aint it? Heheh!"

There was something immediately off putting about him, as far as Michael was concerned. Something about his eyes? Pushing aside the weird vibe, Michael continued his questioning. "Uh, yeah. Um, I don't know if this a weird question or not, but do you know where I can find a guy called the "Magician"?" Again, he had no idea who the Magician actually was, or how these people would take to mention of him.

"Oh yeah, I know about him! He lives the abandoned fort, a few miles away." The man replied cheerfully. He was still creeping Michael out, but at least he had gotten the info he needed.

"Okay, thanks very much." Michael said before leaving to make his way back to the group. Arriving back with them, he began, "Alright, looks like there's another few miles walk to actually find the guy we're looking for. Do we all feel like carrying on, or will we take a break here?" He wasn't sure if they would all have the stamina for another hike, and lord only new what awaited them at this fort. But on the other hand, Michael wasn't too sure about staying here either, given how weird the guy he just spoke to seemed. He would have to see what the mood was like before proceeding.

@Letter Bee

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

'Mission accomplished' Sajan thought as the man eagerly accepted her offer. She hadn't expected anything less to come of this. The man was so simple, it was a wonder how he managed to get away with anything without getting caught.

That was when the news report showed up on the TV. As if it was playing just to spite her. Just so she would know she had wasted a good few minutes acting like a whore to get this idiots attention. It was a good thing her face wasn't visible to him at the moment she saw it, else he might have been scared off by the look of rage that briefly passed across her face. "You coming?" He asked, unaware of the reason for her delay. "Oh, of course!" She replied hastily, trying to recollect herself. He had no idea what was swimming through her head right now, and if he did, he'd surely run. She knew she needed to neutralise this guy and focus on the real deal. Only moments out of the bar, approaching her car, she hatched a plan.

Swiftly, she brought her fist into the dead center of his gut. The blow immediately caused him to double over in pain. She hadn't learned martial arts for nothing. "Oh my goodness!" She cried out. "Oh dear, you're so drunk, you're almost keeling over!" She pretended as though she was just holding him up to keep him from falling over. Her acting was hardly perfect, but there weren't many people nearby right now, and those that were seemed to be largely apathetic. She was thankful, to a degree, that this was all taking place in such a degenerate neighborhood. A more pleasant community might have cared to look closer. Wasting no time, Sajan gripped him by the head and smashed him into the door of her car. "Oh my! You're so drunk, you're stumbling around into things! Oh well, I guess I'll just have to get you out of harms way..." At this point, the man was well and truly out for the count. She opened her car and stuffed him into the backseat, then locked him inside. With him secured, she produced her phone and called for the Muninn foundation.

"Alright, somebody turn on a TV over there, because the man I was sent after is NOT the card carrier. Got that? Now if you can, get me some eyes on this district, because I'm SURE he's nearby." She spoke in a harsh but hushed tone. It was true, however, that she could feel the real master was close, coming closer even. She kept her eyes peeled, looking closely for suspicious activity. If fate was kind, this armored criminal would round the corner and right into her sight. Then he would get a taste of Guru Ji's bow. If her luck so far was any indicator, however, she wouldn't be surprised if he was on the other side of the block.

@The Irish Tree

Blorbs - A World Without Limits (...Kinda)

>>Create {Perceptive} {Etranger} {Explorer}
>>Log In
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