Oh boy, this sounds interesting. Especially interested in the evolution stuff. Putting up my interest here.
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Is the rioting and BLM brought up yet?
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Honestly, I don't get the grief given to SAO when there's stuff like Mushoku Tensei where the MC actively lusts for underaged girls. And it's the most popular isekai in Japan.
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Reminder that the Pentagon just confirmed UFOs are real.
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Also, it's kinda annoying going back and forth writing short replies since I got other stuff to do and that just interrupts my rythm.
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@Ryougu
When Jasmyn "attacked" the loud newcomer, Metel had to stiffle a little laugh. She was annoyed with all the weird people she had to deal today and it was certainly refreshing to at least see one of them get their comeuppance. Yes, even though he just arrived, he still compounded to her annoyance that had been building up throughout the day.
She was even more pleased when she heard her complain about the orc's lewd comment. Perhaps they could get along just fine, so she decided to chip it on the conversation.
"Well, I am glad to hear that," she said to the orc with her arms crossed under her breasts. "Like Jasmyn has said, it is quite rude to refer to people like that. Oh, and my name's Metel. I believe I haven't introduced myself yet." She gave her hand to both Jasmyn and Yaj for a handshake.
@Lucius Cypher
When Jasmyn "attacked" the loud newcomer, Metel had to stiffle a little laugh. She was annoyed with all the weird people she had to deal today and it was certainly refreshing to at least see one of them get their comeuppance. Yes, even though he just arrived, he still compounded to her annoyance that had been building up throughout the day.
She was even more pleased when she heard her complain about the orc's lewd comment. Perhaps they could get along just fine, so she decided to chip it on the conversation.
"Well, I am glad to hear that," she said to the orc with her arms crossed under her breasts. "Like Jasmyn has said, it is quite rude to refer to people like that. Oh, and my name's Metel. I believe I haven't introduced myself yet." She gave her hand to both Jasmyn and Yaj for a handshake.
@Lucius Cypher
At the entrance of "the great Claudius Caligula Westerson", Metel couldn't even be bothered to react. She had enough odd people for today so she just gave him a little glance, rolled her eyes, and continued on with her business.
At the orc's offer for food, at first she was going to decline. After all, she never really liked parties or crowds and she preferred eating her meals alone. But her money was running low and she could certainly use some better food than the cheap stuff she had been eating lately.
"Very well, I could use a bite myself," she answered, accepting the orc's offer. She didn't appreciate his comment about "cuties with perky tits and a fine rump", but she decided not to let it slide. She wasn't in the mood to get angry over the littlest things.
@Lucius Cypher
At the orc's offer for food, at first she was going to decline. After all, she never really liked parties or crowds and she preferred eating her meals alone. But her money was running low and she could certainly use some better food than the cheap stuff she had been eating lately.
"Very well, I could use a bite myself," she answered, accepting the orc's offer. She didn't appreciate his comment about "cuties with perky tits and a fine rump", but she decided not to let it slide. She wasn't in the mood to get angry over the littlest things.
@Lucius Cypher
Marianne watched as her mantis did its work. The ordinary ratmen stood no chance at all against its fury. It easily decapitated them with just a single swipe of its scythes as the rats were too slow to dodge them. And if they somehow managed to dodge them, the orc's berserk rage would be the one to end them.
It was clear to her that the fight was now back to their favor once more.
Suddenly, she felt tired all of a sudden. So tired that she had to kneel over and prevent herself from falling with her knee and hand while panting. She then saw the mantis' huge form disappear from the battlefield.
She had ran out of mana, it seemed. She hadn't noticed it thanks to the adrenaline filling her entire blood system thanks to her fight with that rat-assasin. And now the tiredness hit her all at once like an elephant.
She ordered with her mind to the mantis and any bees of hers that still remained out there to return. She was thankful that the fight was pretty much over when she fell down as she doubted she could fight for much longer. As her insects returned, she could tell that they were tired too so she thanked them deeply from her heart for their valiant efforts in fighting her opponents. She made a mental note to give them double the amount of the food they used to receive.
It wasn't all joy however, as she sensed that some of her bees were missing. No doubt the rats had got to them. Not to mention the steel beetles that perished protecting her from the fatal blow of the Stormvermin. Once again, she thanked them for sacrificing their life for her.
After recovering her breath, she stood back up and checked upon her allies. She thanked the gods when she discovered that they were mostly fine and none had really fallen in battle. She didn't saw Sylvia though. Where she could've gone too? She knew if she were in a mortal injury, her stealth ability should turn off by their own and she would be able to see her.
Her thoughts were interrupted however by one of the dwarves approaching her, one of the dwarf king's aid, judging by his introduction, thanking her for her help in fending off the rat vermins. With him was an old rusty iron chest coated with dust. He opened it and gave her two items. The first was some sort of hammer, and he told her to give it to the werewolf. With his strength, Grendrick should be able to wield the heavy hammer easily, she thought, but she wasn't sure if he would like to fight with it over his claws like he had been doing all this time. The second one was for her, and it was a quiver. She thought it was an odd gift for her, since she wasn't an archer and she didn't even have a bow with her. And the rest was just gold to be shared with the group.
"Do not worry," Marianne replied with a smile, "We would make sure to remember the courage of the dwarves as well." She looked at the body of their dead king and continued with a respectful tone, "Especially the courage of your king, and how he fought valiantly with all his might. Without him, we would've lost this battle for sure." She walked slowly to him and kneeled before him, lowering her head with respect. She felt bad that they hadn't managed to save him, but she knew casualties were unavoidable in battle. She herself almost died and it could've been her instead of him if the gods decreed otherwise.
"Rest in peace, o mighty one..." she whispered.
After giving her respects to the fallen dwarf king, she began to think on what their next course of action should be. First of all, she decided she would use the ticket for the quiver, as she couldn't use it right now. She could feel magic flowing from it and she thought she would take it to the mages on the Emporeum to be examined. She would also use the ticket for the gold, as there were quite a lot of it and they would just encumber them if they had to carry them around.
As she looked around further to find either Grendrick or Slyvia, or Siph for that matter as she also couldn't find the man anywhere, she found a chainmail glove lying near the corpses of both dwarves and Skavens. She picked it up and deciphered that it gave its wearer bonus strength. That should work well with the axe she was holding, she thought, and she decided to wear it on her right hand, the same hand holding her dwarven axe. It certainly contrasted with the dress she was wearing, but this was neither the time nor the place to care about such things.
She also found a rusted dagger, a broken straight sword, and some more gold coins. Instead of throwing the former two away, she decided she would bring them to the mages as well just in case they were some magical weapons that could be fixed. The coins, she decided to ticket them as well since combined with the coins she had picked up earlier, they began to weight heavily on her dress. No need to carry them around in the realm. She wasn't going to go shopping here after all.
After all that was finished, she decided to go towards the hole where the skaven breach happened. She remembered Grendrick going there mid-battle after all.
It was clear to her that the fight was now back to their favor once more.
Suddenly, she felt tired all of a sudden. So tired that she had to kneel over and prevent herself from falling with her knee and hand while panting. She then saw the mantis' huge form disappear from the battlefield.
She had ran out of mana, it seemed. She hadn't noticed it thanks to the adrenaline filling her entire blood system thanks to her fight with that rat-assasin. And now the tiredness hit her all at once like an elephant.
She ordered with her mind to the mantis and any bees of hers that still remained out there to return. She was thankful that the fight was pretty much over when she fell down as she doubted she could fight for much longer. As her insects returned, she could tell that they were tired too so she thanked them deeply from her heart for their valiant efforts in fighting her opponents. She made a mental note to give them double the amount of the food they used to receive.
It wasn't all joy however, as she sensed that some of her bees were missing. No doubt the rats had got to them. Not to mention the steel beetles that perished protecting her from the fatal blow of the Stormvermin. Once again, she thanked them for sacrificing their life for her.
After recovering her breath, she stood back up and checked upon her allies. She thanked the gods when she discovered that they were mostly fine and none had really fallen in battle. She didn't saw Sylvia though. Where she could've gone too? She knew if she were in a mortal injury, her stealth ability should turn off by their own and she would be able to see her.
Her thoughts were interrupted however by one of the dwarves approaching her, one of the dwarf king's aid, judging by his introduction, thanking her for her help in fending off the rat vermins. With him was an old rusty iron chest coated with dust. He opened it and gave her two items. The first was some sort of hammer, and he told her to give it to the werewolf. With his strength, Grendrick should be able to wield the heavy hammer easily, she thought, but she wasn't sure if he would like to fight with it over his claws like he had been doing all this time. The second one was for her, and it was a quiver. She thought it was an odd gift for her, since she wasn't an archer and she didn't even have a bow with her. And the rest was just gold to be shared with the group.
"Do not worry," Marianne replied with a smile, "We would make sure to remember the courage of the dwarves as well." She looked at the body of their dead king and continued with a respectful tone, "Especially the courage of your king, and how he fought valiantly with all his might. Without him, we would've lost this battle for sure." She walked slowly to him and kneeled before him, lowering her head with respect. She felt bad that they hadn't managed to save him, but she knew casualties were unavoidable in battle. She herself almost died and it could've been her instead of him if the gods decreed otherwise.
"Rest in peace, o mighty one..." she whispered.
After giving her respects to the fallen dwarf king, she began to think on what their next course of action should be. First of all, she decided she would use the ticket for the quiver, as she couldn't use it right now. She could feel magic flowing from it and she thought she would take it to the mages on the Emporeum to be examined. She would also use the ticket for the gold, as there were quite a lot of it and they would just encumber them if they had to carry them around.
As she looked around further to find either Grendrick or Slyvia, or Siph for that matter as she also couldn't find the man anywhere, she found a chainmail glove lying near the corpses of both dwarves and Skavens. She picked it up and deciphered that it gave its wearer bonus strength. That should work well with the axe she was holding, she thought, and she decided to wear it on her right hand, the same hand holding her dwarven axe. It certainly contrasted with the dress she was wearing, but this was neither the time nor the place to care about such things.
She also found a rusted dagger, a broken straight sword, and some more gold coins. Instead of throwing the former two away, she decided she would bring them to the mages as well just in case they were some magical weapons that could be fixed. The coins, she decided to ticket them as well since combined with the coins she had picked up earlier, they began to weight heavily on her dress. No need to carry them around in the realm. She wasn't going to go shopping here after all.
After all that was finished, she decided to go towards the hole where the skaven breach happened. She remembered Grendrick going there mid-battle after all.
I'm waiting for the others.
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Freyja Leden
"Very well then, I'll leave him to you," Freyja replied back. She couldn't help but smile a little at Brock's horrified expression. It was something she was quite familiar with, as new students would certainly be unfamiliar with how the doctor was. She was a great doctor indeed, even if she looked like something out of a horror movie.
"Now that's over..."
Freyja looked back and saw that there was a game of dice going on, with Akiko being one of the participants. She hoped she wasn't gambling anything with that, and she doubted that she was the kind of person that had the aptitude to being a good gambler. Speaking frankly, she was too hot-headed. Gambling was a game of tricks, where being predictable could cost you the game.
Well, it wasn't really her business. There was no rule that said that students weren't allowed to gamble. And so, she decided to just return to her office. It had been quite tiring after all.
@Azereiah
Victoria Luxemberg
Victoria noticed right away the skull burning with a green fire sent by her by the now-pissed off lady. Green fire was certainly something peculiar, as normal flames were usually red or blue if they were hot enough. So she decided not to show off by dousing it. Instead, she shattered herself into multiple puddles of water once more, letting the skull through harmlessly. The wall behind her however became the victim, as it melted and crumbled once the skull made contact with it.
Victoria noticed Youmu having her own battle with the lady's companion. She wanted to help her but it seemed the ghost girl was the type of person who wouldn't appreciate her duels being interrupted by outside help. Besides, she had her own fight to pay attention too, as the lady was now chanting another incantation. A glowing green line appeared where she stood.
A barrier? Or maybe an attack spell instead? Victoria didn't know as she had no idea how the magic of this world worked. So the only thing she could do was staying in her liquid form, ready to scatter if the lady sent another spell at her. She should observe her first until she saw an opening she could exploit.
@PaulHaynek
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Freyja was visibly annoyed with Brock's response to her chastisement. And so, when she replied with "You didn't even aim it at her! You aimed it at the ninja! It wasn't self defense!", she did so with a scowl on her face. At times like these, she wished she had Mako's abilities to put fear in her students.
And speaking of Mako, she would be perfect to handle him, she thought. He seemed to be the kind of student who didn't really give any respect to his teachers. Mako should be able to break that ego of his a little.
Suddenly, he jerked his hand off of her grasp, before firing another heat wave towards Akiko. Luckily, it simply fizzled away, thanks to his weakened state.
OF course, this made Freyja even angrier.
"Freyja, if your intent is to mete out punishments, I suggest keeping those two separate for now. Mako can deal with the girl. Given his outburst, I'll take the boy myself later."
She was about to give Brock some more tongue lashing before Daler interrupted her telephatically. It seemed he offered himself to deal with the boy, while the girl could go to Mako.
"Very well, I shall entrust him to you," she replied back by just thinking about it, knowing that Daler would be listening to her thoughts.
She was then interrupted by another teacher, this time it was Dr. Maxwell. He expressed his displeasure that she had stopped the fight when it was just getting to the good part.
She couldn't believe this guy. He really put forward his research over the wellbeing of the students, it seemed.
"We've already seen enough," she replied back via her own small microphone. "And you will have more chances to observe them in detail once they have their classes. No need to take a risk by allowing them to battle freely, especially when they just arrived and they still didn't have good control of their abilities."
After that, Asa rushed to the field and announced that the match was over. Freyja sighed. The entire thing seemed to have ended in a failure.
...Or not, as one of the students came forward and showed the flag on her hand. She had sneaked by and stole the flag while everyone else was focused on the incident.
Freyja immediately put both of her hands to stifle her giggle, which soon turned into a laugh. She simply couldn't help herself. She found the situation really funny as it came out of the left field. She had caught her off guard entirely.
"A-apologies," she said once she regained her composure, coughing a little to put her dignified look as a teacher back, "I too did not notice you stealing the flag. Let this be a proof that not every fight is about who's stronger. Anyone can be clever enough to put the stronger opponent at a disadvantage even though they're weaker themselves."
She smiled at the girl. As an architect, she had a firm belief that brains trump over brawns and she was glad that she had proven it to everyone present. And she was even happier when she saw her pupil Ryuuto approaching her and introducing himself to her. He also saw the worth of her cleverness, it seemed.
"Alright Asa -- who's been hurt, and are they hurt enough to need immediate intervention or can I go back to bed?"
Freyja turned around to see that Alexis had made her entrance. As usual, she was an odd one, but she was the best healer that she ever knew. Knowing how often fights broke out in the institute, a person with skills like her was an absolute necessity for sure. Asa explained to her about Brock's wound. She glanced at the boy, noticing his horrified expression. She couldn't help but to smile a little at that.
@Yuuta@tipssyCalibrator@Azereiah
And speaking of Mako, she would be perfect to handle him, she thought. He seemed to be the kind of student who didn't really give any respect to his teachers. Mako should be able to break that ego of his a little.
Suddenly, he jerked his hand off of her grasp, before firing another heat wave towards Akiko. Luckily, it simply fizzled away, thanks to his weakened state.
OF course, this made Freyja even angrier.
"Freyja, if your intent is to mete out punishments, I suggest keeping those two separate for now. Mako can deal with the girl. Given his outburst, I'll take the boy myself later."
She was about to give Brock some more tongue lashing before Daler interrupted her telephatically. It seemed he offered himself to deal with the boy, while the girl could go to Mako.
"Very well, I shall entrust him to you," she replied back by just thinking about it, knowing that Daler would be listening to her thoughts.
She was then interrupted by another teacher, this time it was Dr. Maxwell. He expressed his displeasure that she had stopped the fight when it was just getting to the good part.
She couldn't believe this guy. He really put forward his research over the wellbeing of the students, it seemed.
"We've already seen enough," she replied back via her own small microphone. "And you will have more chances to observe them in detail once they have their classes. No need to take a risk by allowing them to battle freely, especially when they just arrived and they still didn't have good control of their abilities."
After that, Asa rushed to the field and announced that the match was over. Freyja sighed. The entire thing seemed to have ended in a failure.
...Or not, as one of the students came forward and showed the flag on her hand. She had sneaked by and stole the flag while everyone else was focused on the incident.
Freyja immediately put both of her hands to stifle her giggle, which soon turned into a laugh. She simply couldn't help herself. She found the situation really funny as it came out of the left field. She had caught her off guard entirely.
"A-apologies," she said once she regained her composure, coughing a little to put her dignified look as a teacher back, "I too did not notice you stealing the flag. Let this be a proof that not every fight is about who's stronger. Anyone can be clever enough to put the stronger opponent at a disadvantage even though they're weaker themselves."
She smiled at the girl. As an architect, she had a firm belief that brains trump over brawns and she was glad that she had proven it to everyone present. And she was even happier when she saw her pupil Ryuuto approaching her and introducing himself to her. He also saw the worth of her cleverness, it seemed.
"Alright Asa -- who's been hurt, and are they hurt enough to need immediate intervention or can I go back to bed?"
Freyja turned around to see that Alexis had made her entrance. As usual, she was an odd one, but she was the best healer that she ever knew. Knowing how often fights broke out in the institute, a person with skills like her was an absolute necessity for sure. Asa explained to her about Brock's wound. She glanced at the boy, noticing his horrified expression. She couldn't help but to smile a little at that.
@Yuuta@tipssyCalibrator@Azereiah
Metel Illuvahyn
Metel certainly didn't saw the blond man's response to the kiss coming. If she had, she would've stopped the punch for sure. Quickly, she came to the old man who was now lying down on the floor, She crouched in front of him and asked, "Are you alright, sir?" while giving her hand to help him get up. Unbeknownst to her, she was giving him a nice view of her black panties as she did so, thanks to how short her skirt was.
Before the old man could take her up on her offer however, she heard a gunshot being fired from behind her. She reflectively turned around to see the orc falling down to the ground also, with a little bullet mark on the floor beside him. She heard from the centaur that it was the inquisitor girl who did it, and now she had left the guild to go Goddess knew where. She said to the orc that she intended to chase her as she really wanted to give her a piece of her mind for her attitude. However, the orc, after standing in his feet once again, said that there was no need for that, as he considered her leaving a victory already.
"I agree with him," Metel said, interrupting their conversation. "I don't see you getting through her for sure." She turned to the centaur. "You just have to avoid that kind of person and stop troubling yourself with her attitude. No one is wounded and she has left so this is the best outcome." She explained her reasoning.
Her opinion was somewhat backed up by another woman who just arrived, a swordswoman of sorts judging by the large blade she was carrying. She really said her piece in a philosophical way though, catching her off guard. Most adventurers weren't like her for sure.
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@Yuuta
Well, Freyja herself didn't have any martial art training as well.
But she compensated by having the threat of microscopic bombs sticking into your fist if you punch her.
Well, Freyja herself didn't have any martial art training as well.
But she compensated by having the threat of microscopic bombs sticking into your fist if you punch her.
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