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Unless you can interfere with Aluvra's space-time shenanigans, I don't think you can change the place per say. If you have the capacity to make things, you can do that, but it's not like you can tear a hole in it and walk out, y'know?

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

@That AWFUL Guy do you want to open up a Titanpad for our stuff or just straight up post? I could go either way.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Titanpad is useful for collab posts for convos and fight scenes, if you're into that.

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We shall see then, ERode. @Konami

Madou: Vivid World

Arata was making his way down town, walking fast. Faces passed, but he wasn't homebound, unfortunately. Rather, he was heading to the C2 building like every other good, law-abiding foreigner. As he walked, he looked down to his phone every few seconds. It was an older model, but it was still made of Photon Glass and had compatibility with the same sorts of apps and software that the newer models had. Admittedly, Arata never got to make much use of all those functions. Mostly he just used it for the mobile games and to surf the Internet than any sort of actual 'phone stuff' like texting his (lack of) many friends or going on social media. Either way, he wasn't doing any of the aforementioned four. He was just adjusting his timezone, pulling up a translator just in case, maybe finding up a map or t- BZZZT! BZZZT! "FWAH!" Arata yelped, fumbling with his attempts at catching his phone. The sudden vibrations loosened his already lax grip on the device, causing it to tumble down and down. Just barely he'd managed to save the device from it's imminent doom. Dammit, he didn't have enough money left over to be careless about this kind of thing! Lying flat on the ground while holding his phone like a weirdo, Arata answered the spontaneous call to reveal the holographic image of Dr. Richard Queen. The esteemed doctor gave a succinct order to Arata and the two others in the call to make their way to the C2 building ASAP. "Uwah..." Arata groaned, not even having had the chance to get an explanation or anything. He picked himself up off the ground for the second time today, dusting off his dark hoodie and jeans. How did Dr. Queen figure he was in China anyway? Arata put his phone away when the answer struck him. Of course, the phone had location tracing. Another dumb mistake. He shouldn't have brought it along. The young man looked at the C2 building. Evidently the presence of the ninth was required for some kind of presentation in front of... thousands... of... people... ...Yeah. He really didn't want to go. Stage fright was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Either way, the Doctor would probably find a way to get him there anyway, so there wasn't much use for fighting the inevitable. He gauged the distance from the ground to the top of the C2 building, and then the building from his current point. Arata curled his fingers into a fist, bracing himself. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled before taking a single step. Arata fell. His limbs flailed as he plummeted to the ground. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the ground below get ever closer and closer. His eyes watered as the air resistance buffeted his face. He cracked a little bit of a grin as his falling speed decreased severely. No, it wasn't that he was slowing his fall, more like he was falling up rather than down. Another instant later, Arata landed on the ground in a crouched position, one hand out in front to keep his balance and the other behind his back. He figured he looked kind of cool like that, maybe. A few people looked at the filthy-looking drifter crouched on the ground oddly as they entered the C2 building. Arata's faced reddened at this development, so he pulled up his hood and stood himself up before entering the building to go find this 'Quadrillion Stage'.

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Francois Jeannotte

Francois hummed cheerily as he entered the grandiose main hall, the bustling crowd blocking the entrance having finally dispersed somewhat and thus opened up an unobstructed movement vector into the designated area. He looked around the area, basking in its majesty. This definitely wasn't what it was like back at the lab. The main hall, more an auditorium than anything, was lustrous and awe-inspiring, as opposed to the monochrome color scheme and sparse decor of the facility. It was all a very exciting experience. He looked around for an empty seat, opting to take one behind a mostly-empty row. The lights darkened, everything went silent, and a spotlight shone on the stage in the front. At the forefront of the stage was a flaxen-haired adolescent shining with the radiance of the angel. Then came the screech of metal caving in upon itself, and the boy spoke. ... ...That.......was actually pretty cool! Admittedly, Francois'd been expecting more a Dumbledore-ish type, or maybe like some school marm, but a 'hip, young headmaster who don't play by the rules' was perfectly fine with him. It was good to see mentors trying to connect with their mentees. The fellow's choice in words was a bit crude, but perhaps that was his way of fitting in? It made sense in a way, and who was Francois to argue with sense? Nevertheless, they were instructed to remove something from the bottom of their seat. Something about an 'ice-breaker' and a number. Though what breaking ice and numbers had to with each other was beyond him. Thus, with a theatrical pull, he removed the slip of paper off the bottom of his seat and looked upon it. Emblazoned on the disheveled piece of paper was a big, bold... 23. Francois looked at the slip for just a moment----- >[Division Alpha]: ...Wait, 23? Don't you mean 09? Verification required. >[Division Beta]: 09? That number is a 23. >[Division Gamma]: Division Beta is correct. That is a 23. >[Division Alpha]: No... That's a 09, what are you all talking about? Are you sure? >[Division Beta]: Visual information reports that the number is, in fact, the number 23. Spelling: T-w-e-n-t-y-dash-t-h-r-e-e. Are the nanomachines malfunctioning? Check again. >[Division Alpha]: Very well. >[Division Alpha]: Nanorobotic visual confirmed. It's definitely, 100%, a 09, not a 23 as you claim. >[Division Beta]: Previous sensory information contradicts that notion. >[Division Alpha]: It's not a bloody 23, it's a 09. Are you blind?! >[Division Beta]: The subject's 20/20 vision contradicts that notion. >[Division Alpha]: No, it's a figure of-- It's a 09 you waste of grey matter. >[Division Gamma]: False. The curvature of both characters, and the line at the bottom of the first, corresponds to the number 23. >[Division Beta]: Division Alpha's inability to differentiate 09 and 23 is worrying. Objections to placing Division Alpha on temporary shutdown until we can fix this dilemma? >[Division Alpha]: FINE. Fine, it's a stupid, goddamn 23. We'll worry about any deficiencies in our abilities at a later point. -----before looking to his left, right, and front at the numbers that those sitting adjacent to him had. '8675, 309, 23... 23?' Francois peaked over the row in front of him once more, at a teal-haired kid's slip of paper. The lighting was difficult to see in, but that was indeed a 23! Just like what Francois had! The monochrome-haired youth tapped the shoulder of the unfortunate individual in front of him. "Excuse me! Hey! Uhh... Kid! You! Yeah," the Frenchman said excitedly, "I got 23 too!" ...It looks like things don't always go as planned. Isn't it sad, Rei? @Jedly @Lucius Cypher

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Yeah

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For everyone other than Jedly, I just paired them up in regards to semi-fairness. For Jedly, I want him to be anally raped over and over again.

@ERode

Rip in peace, Varren.

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Ohohoho, Francois and 736. Fun fun.

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