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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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"Dammit Cilia! Don't be reackless. I can't help any of you right now!" Dremmeick yelled, his voice horse and raspy. a line shot off from the cage toward Cilia and his blade formed next to her. This time, however, it wasn't the heavy blade like last time. It was more katana like, requiring less "material" but still sharp and sturdy. It hardened and formed into the crimson metal right beside where she stood, slightly embedded into the ground.
Your health is more important to us, just get better and dont sweat it!
Garsin made it to the room that they heard the shouting from. He got there as soon as he could to help, but it seemed Hikori had done in most of the robots, except one that Garsin heard and he stomped on it.
"If we move him In this condition it could only cause him more injury." Dremmick replied busily to Morgans question while he worked. He leaned down as Ris was applying the beads. "Alright, I've got a faint heartbeat but its not going to last. Stand back." He pulled out his knife and cut both his palms and placed them on Ander's wound. A subtle blood red glow started around the two, and it began to grow more and more. Then there was a small shockwave as the aura turned into a cage-like barrier around the two. Soon, Dremmick's armor started to reform around his body as he set his magic into motion. Ander's wounds ever so slowly started to heal an close up, but under the armor, Dremmick was secretly sacrificing himself to heal Ander. He had no more mana left, but the cursed magic allowed him to use it in exchange for himself. Almost at an even pace with how slow Ander's wounds were healing, Dremmick's body was becoming much like the horrid sight of his right arm that he had covered up in bandages. --- Korde took in the group of attackers from his peripherals , "What, lost the honor of single combat? How degrading, Fairy Tail." He closed his eyes as he saw a light shine in his eyes, keeping them from getting blinded as he stepped lightly to the side, a spear whooshing just by his head, that honestly hit the ground a bit harder than he thought it would. He then brought his ax over his shoulder for a mighty blow which sent sent shards of tile , rock, and concrete in a shockwave headed toward Cilia and Aroure. When he was done he opened his eyes and presented his own magic, a black fire dragonslayer. He made a burning aura around himself, to burn anything that got close to him, or rather, to burn anyone he got close to. His eyes were still fixed on Leon, being that he was the one who originally challenged him. "Waiting for an opportune moment?" --- Elsewhere in the castle "Its gotta be here somewhere!" Sphyl cried out from a pile of books. "Just keep looking, its bound to turn up," Drax calmly replied from a ladder next to a bookcase. They were in a large library, with books now scattered everywhere. He replaced the book he was looking at and started searching for another. After a moment of silence, Sphyl started again. "What are we looking for again?" she innocently asked while throwing another book behind her. Drax sighed at her short memory and disregard for libraries. "Information regarding the curse Terra is restrained under. There may be a loophole in it," he answered. "Why would we do that? Isn't that treason?" "Well it would be, dear, if we actually had a Judge to become traitors against." "What!?" Sphyl exclaimed, "What is that supposed to mean?" As soon as she finished her question a large group of Jailer regulars crashed in the door that has been blocked by Drax and Sphyl. "Oh dear, looks like they made it through. Sphyl, could you handle them while I continue my research?" Drax lightly asked while flipping through the pages of another book.
I will be posting tonight, just a little run down after some essays at the moment
"Leon can handle him for now, I'm gonna need your help with this. I'm gonna need some extra mana by the end of this..." He told he as they both reached the cold body. Seeing the bead he nodded, "That should give us a running start," he said as he situated his right hand over Ander's wound. He glanced up as Urabe was casting little ineffectual spells toward Korde. "Christopher! Make sure she doesn't gain any unwanted attention." --- "Alright, then if you insist." Korde replied flatly. He banged the shaft of his ax on the ground as he landed back on the floor. A black aura started to develop around him. "And please, make it worth my while," he added with a twisted smile.
When the group arrived at the door, Dremmick turned around to check on everyone. "Alright," he started, "let's finish this. He gave the huge door a shove, and a smaller built regular sized door to the huge gate opened instead. But as soon as Dremmick advanced inside, he was stopped by a horrific sight. The group came in just in time to see Ander reaching for the large crystal imprisonment his sister was encased in. Unfortunately, just before he reached her, Korde shot up from below and with a brutal swing, buried his large great ax into Ander's side. --- Ander jerked with the sudden stop. The feeling was horrendous at first, and any cry of pain came up as a choke. However, everything started to fade. Sight. Feeling. Thought. Even when the menacing weapon was retracted from his body and he fell to the ground, it was as if he just a bystander in his own body, watching what happened. All he could make out was the sound of laughter, and screaming. And a name. Was it his? He couldn't tell. He was too tired to think. --- Korde, the Black Wisp, bellowed in laughter as Ander fell. "And another failed project for the garbage heap! Ahahahaha!" "ANDER!!" Dremmick screamed as he started to spring toward his fallen body. "Ohhhh, and what do we have here? The traitor and his allies coming to save their dear friend?" Korde antagonized as he saw Dremmick run in and some others just at the gate. "Come on now, you are just making it too easy!" He said as he landed back on the ground.
Dremmick continued to explain but he didn't slow his pace, "Ander was artificially fabricated, through magic, when his mother was bearing his sister. An entity that was supposed to take hold and develop its powers in Terra, his sister, and create the perfect anti magic warrior. Instead, the entity took its own form in the shape of another child, and the magic was split between the two twins: one with offensive magic, and the other with defensive magic. The crystal that appeared after their birth split itself between the two..." He let it settle before he pressed on,"Their mother died shortly after birth due to the strain it caused her. He's always been pointed out to be an accident, even when completing missions that others wouldn't dare take. He still couldn't gain the acceptance of anybody outside his sister and I in the Jailers. One day he took on a mission that was supposed to be impossible. When a group of dark mages started to rise up and torment towns, he left on his own to silence them, without orders to do so. Needless to say, he made it look too easy by taking their powers before killing them, and the Jailers didn't like that. He was too powerful in their eyes and now they want him dead. So, in trying to impress the Jailers, Ander ended up becoming their target. So now he is what they call a 'failed project'." By the time he was finished, the HQ was in sight a short distance away. Dremmick, unconsciously, lightly held his side where his own curse had spread. He kept it from bleeding, but he wasn't used to the new pain in that part of his body yet.
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"Where should we go now?" Garsin asked as he lumbered behind the other two. He kept his hand on the wall and listened for their footsteps to follow them, but he could tell he was slowing them down. "Should we call police? We won't have to explain the situation to them and they would still come here."
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