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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

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Mark's invitation was directed at only one person, but his voice had the reach and impact of a shotgun blast and sure enough, others heard. A sheep chimera rejected his offer and insulted him, before scurrying off to another table. Mark wasn't oblivious to the ever-present discrimination going on in the world, but was still shocked that another chimera would speak like that. His coaching instincts immediately locked their sights onto all one hundred pounds of wiry insecurity and Mark immediately knew that the chimera needed to be exposed to the soldier way of life if he ever wanted to truly live. He had the contrarian tendency to see chimeras as real life superhumans, and the sight of another of his kind rejecting himself had suppressed any emotions that would have come from being insulted. This mindset was also an effective distraction from the words of the girl who patted his head, as they carried unfortunate implications about the public view of military affairs that he would rather try to ignore than extrapolate.

Another person reacted to Mark's outburst, also fueled by the second-hand embarrassment that the dog coach emanated effortlessly. Mark, having finished licking his plate clean, was surprised at seeing someone go along with his plans so quickly. Everyone that foolishly followed Mark's ideas required interrogating, insisting and motivation beforehand, and now a large soldier was in front of him, eager to continue.

"SALUTATIONS BERKE, MY NAME IS MARK STEEL. ARE YOU -ALSO- A FOLLOWER OF THE SOLDIER WAY OF LIFE?"

The second half of his sentence was a verbal pit trap, disguising itself by blending in with his introduction. Saying no was a bad idea, as it invited Mark to attempt converting his conversational partner. Saying yes was something no being had ever done before, and no one really had the urge to find out the result. Berke was saved from his doomed fate as a fight began to develop in the cafeteria grounds. Mark ignored the actual context and began to treat it as a sparring match, watching in total silence.

The fight was initiated by a girl who took offense to Bawen's statement and decided to roughen him up a bit. Mark, rather than support the girl who was defending him, stared at Bawen with the sort of determination that a teacher would have towards a student. The sheep chimera's manhood was on the line and so he knew better to interrupt anything, and opted to instead observe their fighting techniques. Fighting was what sharpened men's spirits and displayed their passions. The rush of adrenaline when spectating or engaging in any form of combat made Mark's heart race more than anything else ever in the world. If a man couldn't fight, then how could he ever hope to be something as glorious as a soldier? His tail and ears tensed as the boy made no attempt to defend himself from his opponent. Mark paid plenty of attention to her as well, impressed by the fighting spirit the girls in the academy were capable of.

If the idea of an unresponsive combatant and a female one weren't life-changing enough, the idea of several more interrupting the fight and even using magic certainly sealed the deal in demonstrating just how different the institution was to home. It made it a bit tougher to judge everyone's abilities too. If poor Berke had said anything to the dog it would have been like talking to a brick wall.

As the conflict waned and the participants resorted to talking Mark's excitement began to soften his senses and gently return them to normal. His clenched jaw and tightened body settled down afterwards in unison. Predictably, the majority of what was said flew over his head, with the exception of one of the institute's professors lecturing the others on magic. Magic was banned, but if someone used it on you it gave you permission to use it also? Mark's brain broke up professor Brovak's words into smaller chunks in order to properly take in the information. A voice in his head told him to avoid violence in order to follow the rules as closely as possible, while another desperately wanted to fight everyone. Tough times were ahead.

Sonic - The New Generation

Bloodedge the minion was taking a walk around the Neo-Edo castle when he heard a really big explosion.

"meh, *listens to music*" said bloodedge said bloodedge

he wanted to help his friend sonic because he cares about him but not in a gay way (shut up kevin)

just then an ominous figure materialized from the trees around the castle.

"Who are you" said bloodedge drawing his sword named bloodedge

Greetings Stranger,

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I’m not surprised to see your kind here. Many adventurers have traveled this way since the recent troubles had passed. No doubt you’ve heard about the tragedy that befell the community here at the Guild. Some say that the Guildfall, bane of role players, is slowly enveloping the community once again. I don’t know if I believe that, but I have noticed from time to time that posts or players will mysteriously disappear. They disappear without word and without notice, hidden by the leaders of our community. Maybe it’s nothing. But rumors and sideways glances seems to trail in their wake. You see, shortly before Guildfall had occurred similar disappearances were common as well and strange rumor began to ravage even the most common parts of the guild. But until more evidence is uncovered I’ll remain here within this community and so should you. You’ll find interesting role play ideas across all the various topics categories here on the Guild and a few of mine or ones that I participate in as well. However, I would make sure you save your own information before the shadow that fell over the Guild before the fall once again consumes us all. But if you’re still alive before then, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate any role playing needs you may have if I can.

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You should talk to some of the others, too. Guildmod has sent you a PM package to add with your new arrival and there are any number of veterans who are more than qualified to answer your questions. Maybe they can tell you more.

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"ok" said bloodedge

Sonic - The New Generation

Name: Bloodedge the Minion

Powers: it says it right their u butthead!

THeme song: That one song that goes "oh ah ah ah" u know the one and also snow halation

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

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Mark was in the process of brutalizing his meal when he felt a hand being laid on his head. He wheeled around, and reacted in the way that only someone who sleeps with their uniform on could.

"SOLDIER, IS THIS A DECLARATION OF WAR?!?, VERY WELL TH-"

He interpreted the action as an invitation to spar, but let out a solid "WHAT" as soon as he registered the hand belonging to a girl. First it was girls being officials, and now one of them wanted to fight him? Mark narrowed his eyes while trying to accept this, but it felt like the mental version of placing the circle peg in the square hole. When it came to reading people outside of coaching magic, he had the book upside down. Another student now began to laugh at unfolding scene in the background.

When he thought about the things girls did his mind struggled to fetch anything other than a blank image. Thinking even harder, he recalled that a lot of the newspapers that he would read often advertised machinery, with a well-dressed woman standing near it and smiling. Did girls do that as a pasttime? Was that her true goal?

Mark was out of his seat now, with no effort taken into wiping the trails of fruit juice and blood from his face. He addressed the calm girl in front of him now with confusion, pointing a finger at her face with vigor.

"I DID NOT COME HERE TO BUY MACHINERY SOLDIER, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I ALSO DO NOT POSSESS THE FORMAL CLOTHING NEEDED TO STAND AROUND IT EITHER, IF -THAT'S- WHAT YOU ARE ASKING." Mark then continued his speech. "PATTING OTHERS ON THE HEAD IS A DISPLAY OF SHAMEFUL AND INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR, BUT I WILL DISMISS IT TODAY DUE TO YOUR IGNORANCE IN THE SOLDIER WAY OF LIFE." He saluted and sat down again, the tone of his voice shifting from loud to loud-but-less-loud-and-more-friendly.

"IF YOU EXCUSE ME SOLDIER, I WILL CONTINUE TO ENERGIZE MY BODY. YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN AS A FELLOW STUDENT."

Mark began to vigorously lick his tray clean, wondering just how radically different this place was from his home. Everybody was so strange when compared to him, he thought.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

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Two of the four officials spoke to Mark after being more or less forced to recognize his, persistent presence. One of them had a small amount of laughs at his expense, but Mark and subtlety mixed together like fine wine and motor oil, so the behavior went ignored. After registering the different components inside of their brief sentences as "advice" and "praise", the dopamine receptors of his human-esque brain began to fire off at full speed, adding a third exploding zeppelin to the earlier analogy. The young boy's milk chocolate tail ambushed the rest of his stiff body via hyperspeed wagging, acting less like an extension of his human parts and more like an angry weasel trying to escape his pants. He turned to the enormous man first, exposing his flaw of not knowing what an indoor voice was. This was inevitable, and if you would've tried to fill him in on the concept he would have probably cocked his head and informed you that both of you were outside. After addressing his first superior he turned to his second and did the same.

"SIR YES SIR."

"THANK YOU SIR, MY TIME IN FACT WILL BE -VERY- PRODUCTIVE, AND I HOPE TO RECEIVE -MANY- REWARDS."

The idea of a woman in such a high position of power was an anomaly to the orphaned, propaganda-chugging Mark. His brain couldn't fetch a respectful feminine equivalent to 'sir', so sir was chosen. His tail continued to wag, his head simultaneously generating images of standard army awards and the absolutely lewd and shameless act of being patted on the head.

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Mark had eaten in the same cafeteria his entire life, so the sight of such a familiar area calmed him as much as anything could, which is to say, not much. This effect was immediately discarded as soon as the room's contents sunk in. It seemingly had every food imaginable, along with whatever unimaginable horrors awaited in the southeast quadrant. He feverishly stacked a metal tray high with raw meat and fruit, alternating between the two while excitedly smelling everything in the room. Of course, he let nearby humans serve themselves first out of courtesy, but not without gulping down the pavlovian drooling caused by the trays surrounding him. At home Mark would regularly eat dog food in order to connect with his ancestors and enhance his core strength, but the absence of such a delicacy caused a small sag in his ears.

The cafeteria's activity levels were in full swing, and it seemed like most had already acquainted themselves with one person or another. Back at the orphanage, Mark knew everybody down to the color of their underwear, making the change of scenery disorienting. Of the many, many, many unnecessary things he had packed into his XXL army inspired backpack for children was an absolutely unsalvageable book on making friends. Mark considered studying the ways of friendship before telling himself that reading in the cafeteria was absolutely harmful to the school environment. Luckily, there was an empty grouping of seats in the southeast quadrant, most likely due to humans not wanting to associate themselves with chimera food.

Mark set forth on his journey of a thousand less than one mile and propped his body up like a pianist tied to a pole. He began wolfing down every giblet of raw meat and every chunk of fruit as if it were a matter of life and death. Any stray berry that tried to escape his bare hands was quickly met by Mark nearly slamming his head onto the table in an attempt to suck it up. Eating out of a bowl was an advanced soldier strategy in Mark's point of view, as it let you abandon appendages and tools in favor of direct and violent consumption. Attempting to do this with a tray predictably resulted in a very messy ending. The seats near him remained spotless and empty as he continued his soldier's duty.

Interest Check: The Burning Sword & The Seven Rings (A Roleplay based on Sonic & The Secret Rings) (Roleplay details inside)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ E. L. Gainsborough ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Greetings Stranger,

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I’m not surprised to see your kind here. Many adventurers have traveled this way since the recent troubles had passed. No doubt you’ve heard about the tragedy that befell the community here at the Guild. Some say that the Guildfall, bane of role players, is slowly enveloping the community once again. I don’t know if I believe that, but I have noticed from time to time that posts or players will mysteriously disappear. They disappear without word and without notice, hidden by the leaders of our community. Maybe it’s nothing. But rumors and sideways glances seems to trail in their wake. You see, shortly before Guildfall had occurred similar disappearances were common as well and strange rumor began to ravage even the most common parts of the guild. But until more evidence is uncovered I’ll remain here within this community and so should you. You’ll find interesting role play ideas across all the various topics categories here on the Guild and a few of mine or ones that I participate in as well. However, I would make sure you save your own information before the shadow that fell over the Guild before the fall once again consumes us all. But if you’re still alive before then, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate any role playing needs you may have if I can.

* * * * * * * *

You should talk to some of the others, too. Guildmod has sent you a PM package to add with your new arrival and there are any number of veterans who are more than qualified to answer your questions. Maybe they can tell you more.

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~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

What makes you think that? It's a good post, lol

Hello!

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS THREAD

Hello!

Eh, I disagree. If you've been roleplaying since you were twelve then I don't think it's necessary to confine yourself to the spam forums. Find an RP you like and dive in fam

~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

removed this for hard to explain reasons