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    1. Jollan 12 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current doing trade school online is like reading about a sport and expecting to be able to play it without practice.
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7 yrs ago
Trade > bachelors
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8 yrs ago
Desire to type "git gud" intensifies...
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8 yrs ago
okay, watched the first episode of goblin slayer, not nearly as bad as what it was made out to be. Still a bit depressing but hey, saved 2 of 4 rookies, coulda been worse.
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8 yrs ago
So i figured out, as much as id love the equivalent of an anime doom guy slaying goblins, i dont like seeing the lovely anime chicas catch a case of the mutilation.

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Why hello, you little stalker. As you can see above I have recorded your visit for potential future stalking purposes. In that list you may find some other recent stalking victims. You may wonder, "Oh no! I've been caught! Whatever shall I do! What will become of me!" Well... I can assure you nothing....as in really...nothing. Except the fact that you may have wasted a precious few moments of your life with this bio. In this, I can say for every person that reads this, I have stolen that moment in your life that you could have been doing something else. Anything really.....Are you still here? Shouldn't you...I don't know, be posting in one of your RPs? I'm sure somebody is waiting for your response, it might even be me. You are procrastinating aren't you? I know I am. At the very moment I typed this I was supposed to be writing papers for class. See? Now I've been wasting time on both our accounts. Look what you made me do.

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Ok, that is enough stalking...

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There really isn't anything else here...

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I'm gonna call the police...

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(What's the number for 9-1-1?)

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That just makes me want to do it more.
Should I do the daffy duck thing again?
Dremmick made his way back to their guild hall. though he didn't move his arm much, it looked the way it normally did before, the wraps worked at concealing any injuries. He went up to the door and gave it a polite knock, and then he waited for a reply.
"Numbing agent," Jared said, noticing Morgan's interest. "It will keep me from feeling this next part." He looked down at his hands while he thought about the question. "It was the first day Charlie, that guy who explodes, discovered his powers, before he had lost his mind... I was about...10?" Jared gave a little laugh before he continued, "Hah, you know, its a little funny. Back before Wendingo we were both in attacked by a dark guild and that's what seemed to unlock his power, but when he used it, well... it blew me to bits and sent him into a coma. Everyone else that was attacking us didn't make it. I did because I built a small wall right before it happened. Rudimentary as it was, I fixed myself on the spot before he woke up so that he wouldn't know, and it held me till I could get medical attention. I never told him about how close he came to killing me, and since that power and Algon have warped his mind, I'm afraid of what he would do if he did find out. He has never seen any real consequences from his power except to himself and that could probably put him over the edge."

He felt the numbing take effect and started to hold his arm over his fake one. Little pops and other various sound came from wherever his hand was at the time as he used his powers to repair all the machinery in his body. It being so intertwined with his flesh, if he didn't have the numbing agent, this would be unbearable. "Geh... That part wasn't numb yet... Anyway, some of this just comes from fighting over time." He paused as he reflected back. "You know... for all its worth... I still wish that I was human instead of some scrap heap hanging on to life. To be able to feel things with this hand, and see with real eyes..." He shook his head. "Beh, what am I saying, ya'll don't want to hear all that. You don't happen to have any oil around, eh?"
Dremmick made it to an alley a good ways off. Unlike Leon, his arm was still writhing in pain. He leaned back against a wall and then slumped down to the ground. He unwrapped his arm. Essentially, he withdrew all the damage done to Leon, but in turn, it inflicts an equal amount of pain and damage to his arm. He could feel what was wrong with it. Multiple lacerations, some burns, a few cracks, bruises, and some muscle damage.

Unfortunately, due to giving Red a good chunk of his energy, healing Leon, and then giving him some energy on top of that, he didn't have much to spare to fix himself. He threw the old bandages away to the side and pulled his bag around with his good arm. He pulled out some pain killers, a hard rubber cylinder about three inches in length, a sewing kit, field dressings, and some assorted salves. With his good hand he held his right arm and used his powers to heal the bones and major muscle damage. But to keep from exhausting his magic energy, Dremmick had to fix the rest by hand for now. He placed the rubber tube in his mouth like a horse bit as he began to treat his burns and stitch his wounds. The pain killers weren't really helping it seemed and the bit protected himself from clenching his teeth in pain

When he was done, he wrapped his arm back up. He didn't flex his hand this time to avoid unnecessary pain. After that, he just sat there for a good moment, letting himself recover.
Mana, Dremmick was gone when the smoke cleared. You may want to hold any apologies for when he comes back.
Dremmick: "Don't worry, it is only to benefit your health." pulls out dagger.
Dremmick wasn't phased at all by the two men taking up a fighting stance in front of him, in fact, he went on in conversation without a hint of worry. "Don't worry, I'm only wanting to talk, I have no reason to fight."

When he heard that Leon had an internal injury, a look of concentration came across his face. While something like low magic energy could be dangerous, an internal wound was a death sentence. He walked up to Leon, "Here let me check you." He grabbed his arm on a cut that Leon acquired at some point in the fighting. His eyes widened in shock and his instincts kicked in against his better judgment.

He whispered just above a breath to Leon so nobody else could hear while he dug for something in his bag, "Don't tell anyone what I am about to do. Your are internally bleeding because stress accumulated from going over your limits in magic energy... This is going to hurt."

With that he pulled his muffler up threw down a giant smoke bomb, while it covered what he was doing it also served as a calming sedative when breathed in. He then pulled out his dagger and stabbed Leon, catching him and laying him on the ground. He then placed a hand over the wound. "Blood magic: restore. Seal the wounds that strain his life." he said, just above a breath. There was burning and unbearable pain in both Dremmick's arm and Leon's body as the spell did it's work. However, as Leon got better, Dremmick's arm started to bleed in various places, turning the cloth wrap around it into a stained mess. This all happened in seconds, and all of Leon's injuries had been healed, along with enough magic energy to put him on his feet. When it was done he spoke again to Leon.

"I will have to take my leave for a moment, I will meet you and your guild at your hall. Remember, speak of this to no one, I beg of you." He then disappeared in the cloud of smoke, and as it cleared, he was gone as well.
Dremmick shook his head sheepishly, "Nope, just concentrating my magic energy in one place, the spell paper did the rest," he urged. He then unwrapped his hand and showed them, and, in fact, there was a fresh burn there. "See? It still burns honestly." He wrapped it back up in fresh cloth and flexed his hand a few times so it would stretch into place. "However, this is not quite the time for idle chat, is there anyone else in need of medical attention? If not I would like to speak with those two dragon-slayers about the rogue I'm after."
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