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Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

yeah i'm sorry being understaffed blows

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

blargh okay its up

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

NAGASE ERI

"Oh, awesome."

I honestly couldn't have known on my own. High tech stuff is usually pretty fragile, after all— Just one little knock on it in the wrong way and the whole thing stalls out.

Or, maybe that's just our computer. The thing is probably as old as I am...

Still, considering it was designed to house superpowered teenagers wielding dangerous weaponry, I guessed that it kind of had to be able to take a licking and keep ticking, as my father would put it. So it shouldn't have come to much of a surprise in the end. Certainly less so than the situation that caused the gash.

Which reminds me:

"Hey, Matsuoka-kun." I start, looking at the kid as he's currently being physically brought down to Hoshino-sensei's level. "Would you like to train with me, since we both stuck around? May as well get to know eachother, bein' basically from the same town and all..."

My accent may have gotten a touch stronger there, but it's hard to read your own voice. I usually pay more attention to the content of what I'm saying than that anyway.

It's really the more important bit, anyway. We both could probably use a friend to bounce ideas off of and spar with and all that.

...

'And all that...'

Man, I'm gonna need to get a lot more serious than this, aren't I?

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

trying

i'll pull something out tonight probably

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

fuko da

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

dammit i spent to much time in vegas to write that total inner monologue entry

next time, Wintertroll

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Oh don't mind me, I don't intend to join. I'm just giving a word of warning. I've had enough pinned on me as-is.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Hey make sure you tell people there's a problem before you kick them behind their back next time champ

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

what about the story of valiant Paladin Lucas and his jolly duelist days?

Babby's first project using Vegas

Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

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Jonas Highwind - Homecoming

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Literally an Ox

Location;Being an お人よし
Interacting With; Literally Satsuki @Krayzikk Literally my little sister @Plank Sinatra

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"I swear," the normally congenial giant of a demigod of war grumbled as he clambered out of his passenger-side door, in a maneuver that looked more like escape artistry than exiting a car. "He deliberately parked like that to fuck with me."

Dusting himself off, he then proceeded to streeeeeeetch his already long frame to it's absolute limits, a necessary display after being cooped up inside ol' reliable for...

What, nineteen hours?

Dammit, Dal totally won this one and that pissed him o—

He heard a pair of doors close behind him.

"Salutations, Highwind. If you help me, I won't comment on the parking job."

He turned, retort of "Bug Dal, I worked with what he gave me" freezing on his lips as his mind caught up with the situation.

That was Bekah's voice. And with Bekah, meant—

"Hai, Jonas."

There stood the willowy oriental beauty in the parking lot, thin arms that he knew secretly packed almost literal dynamite outstretched.

"I would like some affection."

"D A N A!"

In the blink of one eye, an honest ear-to-ear grin split the son of Ares's face, and in the blink of the other, she was encased in muscle and twirled, simultaneously a ragdoll and in the safest possible place at that moment. Even as he sent her down onto her feet once more, the questions were already pouring from his mouth.

"It's been so long, how was the flight? Did you do anything exciting back home, like, I'unno, climb Fujisan? Was the drive okay? You guys need any help moving in? You've been growing your hair out, haven't you, it looks gre--"

"Oniisan." she replied, forcefully cutting the most intimidating sap ever off with her mild Japanese tone. "Please, one at a time. And... Let us move in and get settled."

"To answer your fourth question," Bekah interjected with a wry grin, "Yes, if you could help us get the bigger things in, like my bookshelf, we would greatly appreciate it."

"Say no more, just point me to whatever needs lifting."

Helping people feels good. This is a fact of life most people are readily willing to admit. Not so willingly do they admit this about helping siblings.

Jonas Highwind was a rare breed. As was Harada Danaye.

There were few things more fulfilling than being able to say he helped his one true sister. They were two of an infinitely small kind. Family was already hard to come by in the world, and when you were a demigod, it was even rarer.

Something that precious would be protected till his dying breath.

It helped, too, that they got along very well.

"You... noticed my hair, Oniisan?"

"Yep. That surprising?" he grunted through a smile, as he singlehandedly eased the tall bookshelf out of Rebekah's van and propped it upon his shoulder.

"Hai. Oniisan usually does not notice such things."

"Aw, you're killin' me, sis." he moaned with mock depression, before chuckling. "Am I really so ignorant in your eyes?"

"You do brush it off sometimes." the daughter of Athena chimed in as she hoisted a duffel bag of her own. "But for what it's worth, I agree."

"I—"

For once, this turn of events had left her, usually full of poise, at a loss for words.

"T-Thank you."

D'aaaw.