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This is literally cancer.

I'M IN!
started rabidly eating...
Ayy lmao! Nice to meet you, Artemia. It's always nice to teach people the ropes.

As I said in chat, if you ever need help with anything RP related, give me a shout fam. Helping people makes my body shiver in delight.

...kek.
when suddenly, cocaine...
So he went...
Who loved big...
@MrStitches, Hey, I got a mod to hide those two 'blaghhlfglasdfl' posts for you. If you ever want to make another attempt or something, make a new post, and try to edit that, please?

It just makes everyones' eyes explode, having two accidentally screwed walls of text burned into their retinas. Not that it's your fault or anything, of course.

Edit: Jeez, I just realized he hasn't been on for three days. Hey man, if you can't be on reasonably often and it's a pain to make posts anyway, should you really be in this RP? I mean, your phones' an asshole as you said, and if it's just a chore to make posts...
Alright, everybody. Just gonna mention that you guys in 'Team A' can still do plenty of stuff until the 'current day' happens if you want/need to do anything in your mind.
The rest of the night for Imgor, Alexander, and Sapphire was effectively uneventful. Whatever else they did, it was not interrupted by outside forces. Indeed, the week of waiting for their switch-weapons to be properly forged was quite uneventful, but it was likely a welcome change of pace, allowing them to relax and think about things.

Before they knew it, it appears the date arrived. A friday, it was, and they could, for some strange reason, simply feel that their proper tools were finished. A long, fulfilling partnership between man and metal was just about to begin. Their mentor warned them about this odd emotion. As long as anybody could remember, it appears that something just clicks in a Hunters' mind when their proper armament is finally forged and tuned to their specifications and desires. Perhaps its just how the world works? Maybe the sprites and spirits that assist the Hunters ensure that it happens? Whatever the case, it was an odd, permeating sentiment.

They should acquire their things. Joshua-"Daddy's home!"

...Was already there. He kicked open the hideouts' door, a happy look on his old face, and a surprisingly large bag of items followed him. This was odd, especially considering it was barely morning! He quickly plopped his ass down in the foyer and started reviewing the contents of his bag. "Oh!", he alerted as everyone was likely getting up, and seeing what the commotion was about "We'll likely get visitors! The friendly kind though."
Alright, first IC post of many! You are all now free to post.
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