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In COLORS 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mika Alkaev - One-Sixth is Fine Too

The short blonde boy pushed the final fragment of the sandwich into his mouth, gave it a few long chews, and washed it all down with a few sips from an apple juice box. If it weren’t for the fact that dark circles hanging under his eyes and the white uniform - it would’ve been acceptable to mistake him for some kind of middle schooler. He reached into the paper bag and withdrew the final item - a chocolate covered wafer bar of a popular brand - before crumpling the brown bag in one hand and tossing it into a waste receptacle.

Mika cracked off one-fourth of the wafer bar, ate it, and was just about to snap off another fourth when he and another prospect were addressed by Professor Namashiya. She’d ordered them to go round up the rest of the students for the coming opening ceremony. This was slightly confusing given the fact that there should be a campus-wide announcement, but he supposed they were just to wrangle up the stragglers. He could definitely agree that his power was particularly well-suited to that sort of thing.

And besides, who was he to deny the direct order of a Level 10?

“Yes, ma’am,” Mika answered, giving a convincing little salute. He covered the leftover half of the bar with the remains of the wrapper and, instead of heading off to do his job like a good little trooper, stared at it. He had a bit of a predicament; putting it in his pocket would just mean it would melt, but so would holding it tightly in his fist. He could just eat it, but eating it on the job would be unprofessional - and he was nothing if not professional. (He wasn’t really that professional). In the end, he decided to just keep it gingerly pinched between his fingertips while he set about rounding up some of the less willing students.

By the time he’d completed his objective, the actual ceremony itself had already started. The blond tried his best to remain out of sight and out of mind as he snuck into the front-row section dedicated to the white-clad prospects. He ended up taking the seat next to Aria. “Eh… Sorry for earlier. That was a bit weird of me, haha...” he apologized quietly before settling in his seat and directing his attention ahead.

Upon noting that there were images on the holo screen, Mika immediately turned his attention elsewhere. At this point it wasn’t even a conscious decision, just a reflexive response. Reviewing video with the side-effects of his ability was hardly a good time. It wasn’t that it was physically painful or anything; it was that it was boring. Even the most elaborate action sequence is horribly unimpressive when shown in slow-motion. Eventually though, the contemplation of his navel was interrupted by completion of the speech.

“That was something,” Mika commented, which was a completely honest opinion considering that he was only truly half-paying attention to it all. Fortunately it was short and sweet, and he’d gotten the gist of it quickly; overly verbose speeches always tested the limits of his patience and attention span.

Of course that was disregarding the fact he would have to wait for the Dean to arrive and give their spiel next, but that was beside the point.

He turned his attention down to the half of his chocolate bar (which fortunately had not at all melted). Then he looked over to Aria. Then back to the bar. Then back to Aria. He snapped the half of the bar in half again, and pointed one of the fourths towards the taller girl’s face. “Want it?” he asked offhandedly before taking a loud bite of his own fourth.
In COLORS 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
i'm sick now so my post'll prob be shorter. expect in the next couple hours i guess

speaking of short i just now realized mika would actually be not that tall. i should also start figuring out how tall my chars are exactly and record them in the cs

edit: it's not a kitkat i s2g
Linoleum might get some kind of weird infection tho. Like flesh eating bacteria.

Now that would be a pity.
Don't stick your dick in crazy
We're like two posts each in, so I wouldn't be opposed to pretending someone was here the whole time
In COLORS 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm p pissed off tonight so the post I had planned was put on hold. I'll try to get something out tomorrow but I have work tomorrow so. Definitely before Monday because I'm working Thanksgiving.

In a grocery store.
This was not a good place, but that much would be obvious even to the most dimwitted of buffoons. It was clear in the mangled trees and the flesh-like dirt. It was clear in the way the very land denied the light of day with all its might, and the way the land moved without their knowing, obfuscating their path back to civilized lands. And then it happened. It was like the effects of a powerful enchantment, and for a moment she was inclined to believe that the Wilderdeep itself was alive, and hungry for the flesh of mortals.

But then it was gone, and the Wilderdeep was just another forest. But this was not a good place, even when it pretended to be. The ground was solid. The forest was still once more. Even so, that smell still lingered: the tangy scent of a storm. But was it coming, or had it already passed?

Her eyes scanned the trees above as the unfamiliar sound reverberated around them. Then it stopped, and from the final echoing vestiges of that screech… “There,” Alexandria pointed to the apparent origin of the sound, deadened eyes locked on the patch of foliage.

“Would it not be prudent to deal with this situation before it becomes a problem?” Admittedly, she was just a little bit biased against anything that would call this place home, but she could not rightfully omit the possibility of a later ambush. "Or shall we allow the pathfinder to continue?"

There we go. The thing has been done.
Before setting out, the group had stocked up on equipment from Lyra’s guard armory. Though she hadn’t brought any proper arms along with her, Alexandria had opted to use the opportunity to acquire medical equipment for the group’s use, so as to allow for greater flexibility in the boons requested from her patroness. With the born-steel in abundance, more esoteric powers would be a far more beneficial measure. Which was why she had made the point of communing with her patroness before they were to set out on the expedition proper.

And thus, here they were: The Wilderdeep.

It was a subject of taboo, spoken of in hushed whispers, as if its malevolent shadow would reach out and claim whoever had uttered its name. Or at least, that was how one of the stories went. Like any good, cultured Aabranian citizen, she’d heard the eclectic - and often contradictory - tales. Tales of horrific monstrosities, of things beyond the veil of mortality. She’d even heard some outlander claim it to be the underworld itself, leaking into the mortal coil as a punishment against Aabran for tampering with powers beyond their ken.

Indeed, to delve into its depths was a frightening proposition, but in Aabran, an individual was nothing but their word. And the Belladonna were nothing but their word. While the reward of gold had its place, there were debts to be paid first and foremost. Having the Pesh and the Pernn indebted to her would be quite useful for delivering her family from the fate of bonded labour that had plagued them. So as odd as it was, this place of fear had no place for fear.

And after all, one cannot appeal to the nature of her mistress by being afraid of the cold, hard truth. Granted that wasn’t necessarily 100% correct, Alexandria supposed, but it was not 100% incorrect either. Irregardless, satisfying the Maiden of Poison Flowers was the second bird in the metaphor. Correction: the first bird; putting the terms of an ages-old infernal contract second was a very poor business decision.

But if her predecessors had known that, she wouldn’t have been in this situation now, would she?

"It takes more than a rustling bush to frighten a diabolist, outlander. If there's anything to be blown in such a situation, it's the bush. To smithereens."

With that response, Alexandria leaned against her staff, tapping her fingers restlessly against it as she looked to the people she would be entrusting her life to in these coming days. They were foreigners, the lot of them. There was the halfling hedge-witch from the north, admirably faithful but woefully uneducated; the outsider in strange silk and jewels, with a subdued eroticism that was just polite enough to make it socially unacceptable to call out; and….

Alexandria’s ears rang with a metal ding that made her head ache. ’Oh Mistress have mercy.’ Her fingers stopped the rhythmic drumming and tightly wrapped around the wooden staff. “...Quite,” she answered in response to the halfling’s restless grunt. It was best to get moving before Alexandria started pointing.

Acquired:

  • Antitoxin
  • Bandages
  • Dog(?) Whistle

Spells Prepared:

  • All Rotes
  • Magic Missile
  • Bless
Added Bonds. If you guys want a rationale, I'd be willing to maybe give a vague one since I had to do some stretching to have everything fit nicely.
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