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@Braigo I think the RP's dead. Everybody else has lost interest so it seems.
@Scio pls post so we can continue the jokes and possibly go to breakfast.
Has anyone heard from @Zero Hex lately?
Nope. but I'm sure he's around. Real question is if anyone's heard from me ever.
Valechka had a potato held in her hand, ready to throw it. Though the others seemed to plan their actions, attempting to use team work to try to take their instructor down, Valechka instead decided to bide her time until it was time to strike. In spite of the fog and the darkness, Valechka was more than capable of hearing- and smelling in some cases- both the other students and the instructor as they went about. She could not discern exactly what was going on, how many bodies there were, or what had happened, but it looked as though the instructor was very much capable of taking care of each and every one of them.
Then out of the blue, a familiar voice. It was the boy who wanted to fight her earlier! She didn't quite understand him, though his ramblings certainly did not improve her opinion. Still, she questioned if the babble had something to do with his superpower, which was a thing that apparently everybody else had. Valechka felt herself at a slight disadvantage then. The clenched the potato in hand, claws peeling into the potato skin.
When she felt it was finally time to strike, Valechka leaped back onto her feet. "A NUU-" she shouted. The potato was held up in the air behind her head as if she were about to lob it. In front of her was the teacher. She could hear the man speak, though in her distressed state, which she had been in since the entire smoke incident, she wasn't entirely sure what he was on about. For a second, Valechka looked at Varus like a deer caught in headlights.
Then, Valechka threw the potato at the instructor.
Then out of the blue, a familiar voice. It was the boy who wanted to fight her earlier! She didn't quite understand him, though his ramblings certainly did not improve her opinion. Still, she questioned if the babble had something to do with his superpower, which was a thing that apparently everybody else had. Valechka felt herself at a slight disadvantage then. The clenched the potato in hand, claws peeling into the potato skin.
When she felt it was finally time to strike, Valechka leaped back onto her feet. "A NUU-" she shouted. The potato was held up in the air behind her head as if she were about to lob it. In front of her was the teacher. She could hear the man speak, though in her distressed state, which she had been in since the entire smoke incident, she wasn't entirely sure what he was on about. For a second, Valechka looked at Varus like a deer caught in headlights.
Then, Valechka threw the potato at the instructor.
Hidden from everyone else was Valechka. She kept a low profile, laying on her stomach, undetected it seemed. She observed that the others were either too imperceptive or were simply too occupied with their displays of power to notice her. At first, Valechka was intimidated by the situation, unsure of what to do. However, after some waiting patiently, she had deduced what was going on. Under concealment both behind some shrubbery and under the fog, Valechka kept herself steady.
Through the fog, Valechka could discern vague shadows. Some of girls, some of boys, one of a cat, and one of a helicopter. She attempted to restrain herself, waiting until the time was just right. Through the combat screams, banter, and shouting, Valechka was able to hear the person who was apparently their instructor speak. "Impress me through the fog" he said.
Valechka's plan was simple. She was going to hide inside the fog, then when everybody else had wore themselves out, jump out to take everybody, including the instructor, down. Without her trusty mosin, it was the least she could do. Sadly, such a thing could not make it through airport security.
Through the fog, Valechka could discern vague shadows. Some of girls, some of boys, one of a cat, and one of a helicopter. She attempted to restrain herself, waiting until the time was just right. Through the combat screams, banter, and shouting, Valechka was able to hear the person who was apparently their instructor speak. "Impress me through the fog" he said.
Valechka's plan was simple. She was going to hide inside the fog, then when everybody else had wore themselves out, jump out to take everybody, including the instructor, down. Without her trusty mosin, it was the least she could do. Sadly, such a thing could not make it through airport security.
@Scio
Yeah. Sorry for being so rash earlier. I saw all the wierdo stuff going on in the OOC and didn't want any part of it. Prior to that, I wasn't in particular having a good day, so I wasn't really thinking too rationally. I won't be quitting after all. Please excuse whatever troubles I may have caused.
Yeah. Sorry for being so rash earlier. I saw all the wierdo stuff going on in the OOC and didn't want any part of it. Prior to that, I wasn't in particular having a good day, so I wasn't really thinking too rationally. I won't be quitting after all. Please excuse whatever troubles I may have caused.
So 7 billion people and they're all totally okay with the genocide of a whole group of people, seemingly for no reason?
Which begs the question: What did mages do to be persecuted?
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