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  • Old Guild Username: Jedly
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    1. Jedly 12 yrs ago

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10 yrs ago
Current AHAHAHAHAH WHO THOUGHT OF SECOND MIDTERMS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA -CRIES DEEPLY IN CORNER-
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10 yrs ago
AHAHAHHAHAAHAHAH MIDTERMS AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH -CRIES IN CORNER-
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10 yrs ago
COFFEE.EXE LOADING
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10 yrs ago
CHANGED AVATAR NO RAGRATS
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10 yrs ago
-Mad World nightcore of despair plays in the background-

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I just realized I should put something here. Erm... For the time being:

COFFEE.

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Will post for Shiro tomorrow! Gonna catch up on the IC as well. @Lucius Cypher Prepare for a dance off m8.

Oh yeah, have the results of the song contest been decided?
@Zelosse@KuramaaaZ
ER MAH COFFEE SO MANY TALL PEOPLEZ. Jk. Their height matches their age, which is why young Zeph's only 5'8". Edited his height into the CS, just so it's there on paper/screen.
@KuramaaaZEeeeeeey good post. Now let's see if Gus falcon punches Vlad back to the academy. Then Gus just falls back to sleep, lol. By the way, how tall is the Russian?
@KuramaaaZWell, thankfully RPs provide writers with the chance to refine their skills, but also experience how other people format and utilize their style.

@AzereiahYeah, been reading a lot more recently. Might chalk up a reason as all of the free time I have now that it's summer, but personal interest and a lack of choice in genres is also there. As @Inertia said, synonyms are suuuuuuuper useful.

@liferusherYou've got the Osu skills of a deity doe.
@Jedly Holy moly your posts are so well written and detailed lol, hopefully I'll be able to write like that someday too even tho I'm not a native English speaker


Oh, wow, thanks! I'm still trying to improve my writing, but other works are the best influence to build off of. So, ya know. Read stuffs. Good for the soul. Like your writing too!
Zephyr Heidrich




Zephyr kept a blank expression in response to the student’s disarray. The Darkness user wasn’t heavily versed in pacifying people, so all he could do was abstain from talking as his senior began to fire questions into the air. The guy was surprisingly talkative for a person who just survived detrimental wounds and had experienced pain of the utmost intensity. The student breathed at a sporadic rhythm, a sign that he was honestly confused by the whole situation. Zephyr finally opened his mouth and allowed his answers to flow forth, ”Zephyr Heidrich. First year.” He curtly introduced himself. He was still interested in who these two students were, and why they had brawled in the forest.

The student’s eyes burned with a temper colored similarly to his hair. Although he didn’t lucidly show it, Zephyr proceeded in a careful fashion, in hopes of not finding himself on an emotional landmine. ”That man healed you and incapacitated your classmate. He’s currently preoccupied with tending to the land… I think we should head back.” Zephyr gave himself a metaphorical pat on the back for being able to articulate such a long sentence to who was essentially a stranger. Right now, the only tie between them was the fact that they were both students of the academy. When the mind is flummoxed, it is in a state of disorder and is prone to overreacting. Though Zephyr was sure his senior wouldn’t even conjure up anything remotely close to what he imagined in his current state.

Zephyr made his way over to the heavier student and dropped to a knee to look over him. He soon delved into analyzation, specifically noting how clean the cuts were and that they were already healing. ”Correction. “Muscley”, rather than Fatty.” He spoke with a quick glance back to the redhead, then returned his attention to the . The boy pondered over whether they would be able to take him back to the academy by their endurance alone. Surely the blond would heal after time, but it didn’t feel right to leave him in this state. ”Shall we help him back?” He queried in his monotonous voice.
@Zelosse@KuramaaaZ
How to make me salty : when the enemy team has 5 Torbjorns and one mercy


That is when you know there is no savior. Working on a post now, not sure if I should wait on Zelosse.
@KuramaaaZHey, thanks! Spent a while deciding on a theme. Anyways, will reply tonight/tomorrow? Kinda want to give others the chance to post first. Poor Vlad is like "Dafuq is this. Dafuq is that."
Zephyr Heidrich

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The formal attire donned upon him felt unbearably constricting. It was almost as if an impregnable barrier had been placed between his skin and the earth. He did have to wear a uniform of such a caliber when he was employed as a waiter, though that job was short-lived. The stoic had reached the point of no return when freshly brewed coffee met that man of exactly forty-five years’ face. At least the guy got the hot surprise he was hoping for. As Murphy’s Quantum Law states, if something can go wrong, scorching hot coffee is the most likely perpetrator. Zephyr tugged the tie away from his throat, knowing full well that it would somehow return to the same position on its own. At least the wear had its own redeeming qualities.

It took his sight a few moments to focus after his lids had eased open. The sun’s reach was making an active attempt to permeate the thick treeline. Rays cascaded downwards through passages of leaves and rested on the forest floor, with the only obstruction being the adolescent resting on the grassy bed. He had woken up to this tranquil scene many times and always found it entertaining to note the subtle differences every time he greeted the world once more. Almost mechanically, the boy sat up from the viridescent ground. As blades of grass fell from Zephyr’s hair, his vacuous eyes absorbed his surroundings. While his sight was engrossed in the act of digesting environment, his hearing picked up a faint commotion. It wasn’t too far off, and whatever the source of the thrashing was, it was evidently a turmoil of mayhem.

Zephyr found himself at a crossroads. He had parted with his friends earlier since the two had class, which left him to his own devices. The boy decided to fill his time with a pacifying slumber that definitely worked as expected. He felt revitalized, despite the blank expression on his face. The urge to convene with them and listen about how their first day of classes went was present, yet his head was currently fixated in the direction of the noise. His conscious only dwelled on the prospect for a brief moment before the student got to his feet and absentmindedly paced his way forward.

The Darkness user arrived at the tail end of the brawl, just in time to witness the barrage of punches launched by the burlier figure, who he presumed to be a student. He silently watched from the treeline ultimately unnoticed. This was his first time bearing witness to other elementalists, and to be frank, it was an eye-opening experience. Well only in a metaphorical sense, since the boy’s eyes still maintained their vacant form. The tables appeared to have been turned on the other party, who now resorted to last-ditch effort tactics. His composure remained unchanged as both individuals continued to display their prowess. That was until a third individual entered the fray. But rather than adding even more fuel to the fire, he turned a piece of artillery into his personal chair. At least that was the conclusion Zephyr drew, for the man had acted in the blink of an eye. After the losing student collapsed to the ground, all of a sudden the victor was on his back with meticulously made cuts dug deep into specific regions.

Zephyr watched the spectacle before him at an utter loss for words. It was as if the man had forcefully taken ahold of the hands of time and dragged them counterly. The scene which had staved off the effects of the conflict began to repair itself. The boy stepped into the grove as the ground below his feet tended to itself. The fires that had burned vibrantly a moment ago had now been quelled. He scrutinized the two students from a few feet away. Based upon their features, they were most likely his seniors by far. In comparison, he was a lanky kid just four inches short of six feet. Before he spoke out, he glanced up at the man posted on his pedestal. The master currently was engrossed in making amends to Mother Nature. Zephyr returned his gaze to the two and questioned in an impassive yet mildly cautious voice , ”Nurse’s office?”

The question wasn't directed to either individual in particular, though the boy felt the underlying fact that he wouldn't be able to haul the larger student back on his own. Though his wounds already seemed to be mending themselves.

Elementalists were truly unique individuals.

@Zelosse@KuramaaaZ
@ZelosseOoooooooh. Coolio. Might have Zephyr the events of the spar and then make an appearance, if possible?
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