Hammerman

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Lilac de Blanc

Once again, Lilac stepped down the train, carrying her suitcase with her. And once again, like the year before, she found it quite heavy, so she had to drag it around with her two hands.

Oh how she hated this, especially when she looked around and saw other people carrying their suitcases with no problem at all. At times like these, she wished she was bigger and stronger, like the other students of her year. Really, most of them ended up being taller than her. It made her feel like a little girl. She was fifteen, for God's sake!

After dragging her suitcase some more, she finally found her salvation. A dolly. She could put her suitcase on there and then just push it to the school.

"Hngggggg!"

She summoned her entire strength to lift her luggage onto the dolly. After putting it down, with her almost missing towards her feet, she wiped the sweat that had gathered on her face. And she could feel other sweats gathering all over her body, thanks to her exertion.

Oh how she hated sweat. She hated the icky, sticky feeling that made her dress stick to her body. Another good reason why she hated physical exercise in general, other than she found it a chore and that her weak body couldn't exactly do them well.

After panting for around 5 minutes, she pushed the dolly as she headed towards the academy. This year, she would finally obtain her familiar. This was the main reason why she was so excited to go back to the academy, even with her having to pull around her luggage like a menial servant. She finally would receive her familiar. That meant she could finally study magic properly, as she needed the familiar's mana to feed her spells.

She only hoped it would be someone tolerable, at the very least. She couldn't imagine spending a year with someone she detested. Sure, she could ask for the sacramentum bond to be broken, but that would require a more legitimate reason other than just a simple "I can't stand them".

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@pkken
Can't be helped. Both are kinda introverts after all.

Multiverse Chronicles: A Crossover RP

Victoria smiled hearing Mr. Swirly Man's explanation. Not a smile of understanding, mind you, but more of a smile of confusion. The Entertainer? InterDimensional Enforcer Corps? Multiversal police? She didn't understand at all.

Well, at least now she knew what to call him.

She looked around to the other people he answered. First there was the girl with a white balloon-like thing swirling around her. In closer inspection, it seemed to be a spirit rather than some material object. Perhaps she was another mythological creature just like herself. She panicked until Mr. Swirly Head Man calmed her down by giving her something to drink. It seemed he was already familiar with her.

Hmm, she could certainly sip a nice cup of tea right now.

Next up was some boy who looked perfectly ordinary. Nothing special she could see out of him. Even his face was average.

Next one was the girl with the eye accessory. She looked at Mr. Swirly Head Man in skepticism and suspicion. She supposed it would be the logical thing to do, given the current situation.

After that, the redhead boy. Once again, it was someone Mr. Swirly Head Man seemed to know. She had no idea what they were talking about with the Holy Grail War and Saber. She just assumed it was something that existed at the boy's world.

Next one was the middle-aged man who looked like a soldier. Or maybe he was really a soldier, as Mr. Swirly Head Man said he was a general serving in the American Civil War. She was a teacher so she knew her history, and she could vouch for Mr. Swirly Head Man's speculation of his world having an alternate United States of America.

And then there was the blue-haired maid girl. She was already ready with her flail, being even more paranoid than the eye girl. Luckily, Mr. Swirly Head Man managed to defuse the situation before it escalated into violence.

...Thinking about it, maybe she should start referring to Mr. Swirly Head Man as his actual name, The Announcer. Mr. Swirly Head Man was quite a handful phrase to say over and over again.

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@SunsetRoses
I just refresh the casual roleplay page since I got other RPs too.

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Hmm, which uniform should Liliac wear, I wonder? I'm still trying to imagine her look wearing the various uniforms in my head.

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@Invader Len
I think you should put that on the OP.

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@Invader Len
Oh yeah, I wanna ask about the color of our uniforms, like the blazer, the wool vest, and the skirt.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Marianne had been setting her bugs to attack the frontliners of the skaven army, keeping her attention on them. Thus, she didn't see the backliners grabbing some dwarven crossbows and firing off a flurry of bolts towards her direction until it was a little too late.

"F-gods darn it!" Marianne shouted, changing her expletive to a more proper one as befitting of a lady raised in a good family. She just had the shameful habit of cursing rudely when bad things took her by surprise. She suspected she got that from her sailor uncle. He often visited and he would play with her, or, to be more accurate, tease her. He loved riling her up, and as a child she used to have quite a temper. He said she was adorable if she was mad, so he wanted to see that mad face of her every time he came by, which didn't stand well with her at all, as she wanted to be viewed as a mature lady, not an adorable little child.

She always chuckled when she remembered her young self. She was such a hot-tempered tomboy. It was a miracle that she ended up becoming a fine lady like she was now.

Her uncle would also tell stories about his adventures at the sea. Being a naive child she was, she just trusted all of it, no matter how outlandish they were. And the uncle would tell his stories uncensored, with crude sailor expletives and the like, which her young self thought was really cool. Marianne's father was okay with it, but once her mother heard her cute daughter cursing like a sailor, she blew her fuse and lectured the poor uncle for hours. She really wanted her daughter to be a proper lady, it seemed.

And so Marianne grew up with two conflicting teachings, ending up making the person she was now. A lady, for sure, but with some rough streaks inside that you would never find out if you were not her close acquintance. Quite similar to her mother, in retrospect. Perhaps that little contrast was how her mother ended up charming her father.

Back to the battle, Marianne realized that she couldn't move fast enough to dodge all the bolts raining down towards her. So she ordered her beetles to concentrate on her upper body including her head. It was quite a sight to see as a swarm of beetles covered her pretty face entirely, making her look like someone out of a horror novel.

And sure enough, just as she had predicted, one bolt managed to land on her left shoulder, eliciting a cry of pain from her mouth. It was nothing fatal however, as the bolt's force was mostly blocked by the beetles, who had nobly sacrificed themselves to protect their owner.

I must... pull it out...!

With her entire body trembling, not being used to this kind of pain as she had never been wounded in a battle to this level, she pulled out the bolt from her shoulder, letting out another cry of pain in the process. She looked at the healer of the group, Ayse, and she saw how she was dodging her own sets of bolts. She couldn't possibly ask for her healing at this moment.

So she decided to retreat for now, entering one of the nearby side rooms. She couldn't be too far from the fight or else she would lose her link with her bees. And at this distance, she could already feel the link weakening so she could only give general directions to them.

She could feel her blood pouring out of her wound, soaking the sleeve of her dress. Some of it also trickled down across her exposed skin, seeping through the white underclothes that covered her chest, turning it dark red. She quickly ripped apart some of the frilly garments on the hem of the skirt, to be used as a makeshift bandage. For now, she just had to stop the bleeding. It was one of the basics of adventuring her father taught her.

Arc Academy

I say before or during the AAAT.

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@Discontent
...Wew, Liliac is the shortest.

At least this means she'll be great for headpats.