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Carmen was enjoying Leroy's company. For one, he was paying attention to her, and for two, he seemed like a very interesting person himself. "Please don’t tell me all the students are capable of doing that, I wouldn’t last a day here," he said. Carmen thought for a bit. "I mean...probably," she said with a smile and a shrug. "Nobody seemed too anxious to get supernatural last night, but I wouldn't say I'm a particularly powerful student. I just play music."
Moving on with the conversation, Leroy continued “Now if I didn’t know any better I would’ve pinned you as a fellow painter instead of a musician, seeing as you seem to understand it so well.” "Oh please," Carmen replied playfully. "I've just met a few." It seemed that Leroy was not like the others, in that he didn't mind getting distracted while painting in public, which was certainly intriguing to Carmen. She certainly seemed intriguing to Leroy as he was basically studying her. “You know, instead of sitting in the corner here wouldn’t you rather take the center stage? I’d love to hear your music, and would love it even more if I could make a painting of you while playing," he said. "Ugh, you're too kind," responded Carmen while dramatically putting both of her hands over her heart. She picked up her chair and put it in the front center of the room, sitting down on it and even more dramatically slouching while putting her head back and her arm on her forehead (palm facing out), saying "If you must paint me, I certainly won't object," laughing at how over the top it was as soon as she finished talking.
Moving on with the conversation, Leroy continued “Now if I didn’t know any better I would’ve pinned you as a fellow painter instead of a musician, seeing as you seem to understand it so well.” "Oh please," Carmen replied playfully. "I've just met a few." It seemed that Leroy was not like the others, in that he didn't mind getting distracted while painting in public, which was certainly intriguing to Carmen. She certainly seemed intriguing to Leroy as he was basically studying her. “You know, instead of sitting in the corner here wouldn’t you rather take the center stage? I’d love to hear your music, and would love it even more if I could make a painting of you while playing," he said. "Ugh, you're too kind," responded Carmen while dramatically putting both of her hands over her heart. She picked up her chair and put it in the front center of the room, sitting down on it and even more dramatically slouching while putting her head back and her arm on her forehead (palm facing out), saying "If you must paint me, I certainly won't object," laughing at how over the top it was as soon as she finished talking.
Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Tron RP? Instant interest.
Asuras said
What kind of time period is the academy set in?Is magic practiced outside of the academy?How integrated is magic into the background of the world, like politics, religion, and history?Are there factions of mages?Is any kind of magic forbidden?
My Sherlock Holmes levels of deductive reasoning have painstakingly concluded that you might be thinking about playing a magic-oriented character.
Did I do gud?
Carmen was enjoying playing again. Music didn't have to be loud to be rewarding...she wondered if that DJ guy from last night realized that. She didn't notice Seven come up to her, being in the air and all, and was startled when he spoke. She made a quick glance around and then looked up to see the clown cat cat clown floating above her. "Why hello there," she spoke, keeping her voice down but giving a small smile. "I think I recognize you from last night. You were talking with Little Feather's lion. ...Anyway, I'm playing quietly because I don't want to disturb the painter over there. it's meticulous work and they don't look to be disturbed...at least, painters I've met."
As if on cue, the painter got up and walked over to them. He kneeled in front Carmen, which she thought was an odd gesture, but one she certainly appreciated nonetheless. "If you don't mind me disturbing you, could you give me your name?" he asked. Carmen smiled. "Forgive me, but I was trying not to disturb you as well! A painter should always have his space. My name is Carmen. It's nice to meet you, Leroy," she said as she shook his hand. "I was certainly at the party, and it was certainly gossip-worthy," she explained.
"It basically went like this: I was over there [pointing to the front of the student center where the "stage" was] playing background music for the guests. More and more people started showing up and eventually a dragon boy picked up another student and slammed him through a table. It was so uncalled for. That's when it got ridiculous...a demon showed up, and I mean the full Hellspawn deal, not some skimpy half demon." She rolled her eyes at what she had just said. "Basically everyone got involved and the demon and dragon started fighting, eventually burning a hole in the floor and chasing each other through it." She paused. "Nothing was improving so I...put an end to it, basically by playing a really loud low note. It wasn't the most graceful of solutions, but it worked." She sat, pondering. "I'd imagine that should give you a good start to a painting," she commented, lightly chuckling.
As if on cue, the painter got up and walked over to them. He kneeled in front Carmen, which she thought was an odd gesture, but one she certainly appreciated nonetheless. "If you don't mind me disturbing you, could you give me your name?" he asked. Carmen smiled. "Forgive me, but I was trying not to disturb you as well! A painter should always have his space. My name is Carmen. It's nice to meet you, Leroy," she said as she shook his hand. "I was certainly at the party, and it was certainly gossip-worthy," she explained.
"It basically went like this: I was over there [pointing to the front of the student center where the "stage" was] playing background music for the guests. More and more people started showing up and eventually a dragon boy picked up another student and slammed him through a table. It was so uncalled for. That's when it got ridiculous...a demon showed up, and I mean the full Hellspawn deal, not some skimpy half demon." She rolled her eyes at what she had just said. "Basically everyone got involved and the demon and dragon started fighting, eventually burning a hole in the floor and chasing each other through it." She paused. "Nothing was improving so I...put an end to it, basically by playing a really loud low note. It wasn't the most graceful of solutions, but it worked." She sat, pondering. "I'd imagine that should give you a good start to a painting," she commented, lightly chuckling.
I did too, sorry Destiny! I'll be responding to both of you soon.
Finished editing Carmen's CS. I think the combat section is a lot less stupid and a lot more well thought out. Also, added trumpet pix. ^_^
Leroy now has company :D I'm about to tweak Carmen's CS some more...you'll all find that I'm never satisfied with my own work and am always looking to tweak it.
What a night.
Carmen had gratefully accepted Little Feather's healing offer, giving her enough energy to find her dorm room and climb into bed. It was now well into the second day and she was just waking up...it was probably about 75% recovery sleep and 25% beauty sleep...you know how it is. Although a diva, Carmen didn't take long to prepare for the day and soon she was out the door. She noticed the conspicuous absence of her roommate, assuming that she was in the infirmary with most of the others. Hopefully I'll be able to meet her soon, she thought. She sincerely hoped nobody other than the two fighters had been injured from her Inception button, and figured she'd stay low for a bit.
Carmen decided to head up to the Student Center for two reasons: 1) to see if the damage had been repaired, and 2) it was around lunch time, so everyone else would be...not in the Student Center. Eventually reaching her destination, she immediately noted two things to go with her two reasons: 1) the damage had been repaired, and 2) there was someone in it already...but it didn't look like someone from the night before? Curious, she walked in. A lone male was sitting in the middle of the room, apparently painting. Another artist! she thought. She sat down in the corner, not wanting to disturb the painter, but began playing very softly (almost inaudible to anyone but her) on her trumpet. If the painter wanted to be disturbed, he would let himself talk to her.
Carmen had gratefully accepted Little Feather's healing offer, giving her enough energy to find her dorm room and climb into bed. It was now well into the second day and she was just waking up...it was probably about 75% recovery sleep and 25% beauty sleep...you know how it is. Although a diva, Carmen didn't take long to prepare for the day and soon she was out the door. She noticed the conspicuous absence of her roommate, assuming that she was in the infirmary with most of the others. Hopefully I'll be able to meet her soon, she thought. She sincerely hoped nobody other than the two fighters had been injured from her Inception button, and figured she'd stay low for a bit.
Carmen decided to head up to the Student Center for two reasons: 1) to see if the damage had been repaired, and 2) it was around lunch time, so everyone else would be...not in the Student Center. Eventually reaching her destination, she immediately noted two things to go with her two reasons: 1) the damage had been repaired, and 2) there was someone in it already...but it didn't look like someone from the night before? Curious, she walked in. A lone male was sitting in the middle of the room, apparently painting. Another artist! she thought. She sat down in the corner, not wanting to disturb the painter, but began playing very softly (almost inaudible to anyone but her) on her trumpet. If the painter wanted to be disturbed, he would let himself talk to her.
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