I laughed at "You Hang". And thanks for the warning, kind sir @Searat!
Good posts from everyone c: I'm enjoying reading about everyone's new skills!
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 【MANTOU】 CHARACTERS | Hello! It's your local steamed bun. Nice to meet you! I go by Mantou or Mant-- whatever you want, really. You can usually find me playing Casual, and sometimes I'll dabble in Advanced if I have the time. While I'm not the best at writing, I definitely enjoy learning as I go. It's a big reason I stick around. As a student, I always try to find time to reply. With that said, time management can be difficult, so I don't sign up for over 4 RPs at a time. Other than fandoms (that I'm not a part of), I can generally enjoy any genre of roleplay. So far, I've played in fantasy, supernatural, slice of life, horror, and wuxia (discord) settings. Additionally, I live in the Philippines, and so I follow the (GMT +8:00) timezone. That should be about it for important details. Feel free to message me if you'd like to talk or discuss RP concerns! 如果你出于某种原因需要用中文和我交谈，我们可以。但只有一点点。 Credits to owner:Mantou How-To Bio photo credits to video creator above. |
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Inside the cube, anticipation rested heavily in the air when Sign-master was taken off guard by the combined attack.
Things started to look up for the group. After gathering its bearings the alien started to spout some angry nonsense that Gou didn't find too noteworthy. While it was true that its abilities were remarkable, this guy couldn't help feeling rather smug. An exasperated sigh left his lips accompanied by an eye-roll while the thing spoke - almost as if to hurry it up with the threats.
It was not long before he realized the ground beneath him had turned slippery. Tsk... All it’d take was one careless move and he would end up on the ground. With knuckles white, he tightened his grip around the hilt of his saber, quickly channeling energy through three main chakra points to reach his feet. The spread-out spiritual energy would be enough to center his mass, allowing him more freedom to move on the ice.
The sound of scraping ice rapidly closed in on Gou. It appeared the Sign-master wore a new creation on its chest and used it to the best of its ability. Gou had no time to observe much else and could only take note of imminent danger. A quick scan of his surroundings showed that it was only him and Luna within the Sign-master's attack range. Immediately he shifted his weight and got ready to dodge. There were very few times that his calculations were incorrect - this moment added to them. With his focus entirely on keeping a steady balance and deciding on his next move, he realized he was not going to make it in time before the pipe connected with him. Still, there was a slim chance and he decided to take it. His palms slammed together, he proceeding to close his eyes and muttering a quick spell. With one arm, he circled it around and pushed forward.
A strong gust of wind blew towards Luna and himself in an attempt to push them both out of the Sign-master's line of attack. Gou simultaneously ducked to the ground and kept one hand on the ice to control the distance of his slide. A whistle of wind came from an item being thrown from where he previously stood. However, this time he was not the cause of it. The sound of crystallization cracked through the air; it came from the mech. Soon the monster’s intentions were clear... the robot that released the sonic boom earlier had its leg frozen over.
The sharp ringing of metal reverberated in the air before he could think of anything else.
Looking back, he realized that Yuri intercepted the monster before it could have possibly reached him - not grasping that the monster had come back around for another attack. With a scoff, he narrowed his eyes at the scene. So, now people think I need their help? he went off in his head. It was quite the opposite of many peoples' reactions after being rescued; he felt slightly offended. A look of disdain was plastered on his face and it refused to budge. Clearly, I am perfectly capable of handling mys-- he paused. What was that in Yuri's hand? And just why on earth did it look so much like the holy weapon his master used to keep in his study?
Then a thought occurred to him. It felt like an uninvited guest that forgot to take their shoes off before stepping inside his house.The Yuheng Sect you say? I know your master... I dated a few of them... Gou groaned internally. Thankfully his thoughts were cut short when Yuri spoke.
"This has gone on long enough," Gou's eyes widened in disbelief as his suspicions were confirmed. Yuri's intention was to use a spell that required the use of his blood... this was definitely that sword. And there was only some time left before the ancient script released its energy. Yuri went on to distance himself from the Sign-master and activated his spell with a phrase.
"Blood Omen: Spirit Swarm!" This was Gou's cue to leave. A dangerous situation was about to unfold for the enemy and he did not want to be within the vicinity when it happened. While Yuri was handling the Sign-master, he would try and assist his teammate in the meantime. This lad was arrogant and competitive, but he knew deep down that he probably would be a dead disciple by now if it weren't for this group of people. Before he left he struggled to express his newfound gratitude to Yuri, who now stood before him to take the attack meant for Gou. The sorcerer looked as though he was emitting a strange light. Gou blinked once in confusion then shook his head, craning it upwards to glance at the magician. "Thanks..." he forced through clenched teeth, hoping Yuri heard so he wouldn't have to repeat it. Respect to those who go out of their own way for others.
With thickened skin, he pushed himself up and formed a channel of wind for him to move faster on the ice. Gliding this much cost him a bit of stamina but allowed him a hasty meeting with his teammate. Upon arriving, he gave the mech a once-over and clicked his tongue - this wouldn't do. Ice and metal usually didn't go well together. He looked around and thought further. Granted, the process of rust would be slowed down by a lot... but right now the mech suit was still immobilized. At this point, he grew concerned about how his decision-making performance would look on his report, and he quickly made his choice.
After a slight hesitation, he bit his lip and raised the saber, striking it down on the bot's ice-encased leg in an attempt to chip away at it. Never in his life did he expect to use his trusted, most-prized possession as an ice pick one day. Gou cursed silently to himself in the process - profusely apologizing to the weapon while hoping that this effort would be worth it.
”I’ll try to get this ice off... sir." His tone raised at the address of choice - realizing the person inside could very well be a woman. No matter - woman or not, the ice was proving to be difficult to break. Even though his saber was exceptionally strong, he as a person was not well-versed in how to efficiently pick at ice. "Please feel free to move while I do so; it could help with the process."
Things started to look up for the group. After gathering its bearings the alien started to spout some angry nonsense that Gou didn't find too noteworthy. While it was true that its abilities were remarkable, this guy couldn't help feeling rather smug. An exasperated sigh left his lips accompanied by an eye-roll while the thing spoke - almost as if to hurry it up with the threats.
It was not long before he realized the ground beneath him had turned slippery. Tsk... All it’d take was one careless move and he would end up on the ground. With knuckles white, he tightened his grip around the hilt of his saber, quickly channeling energy through three main chakra points to reach his feet. The spread-out spiritual energy would be enough to center his mass, allowing him more freedom to move on the ice.
The sound of scraping ice rapidly closed in on Gou. It appeared the Sign-master wore a new creation on its chest and used it to the best of its ability. Gou had no time to observe much else and could only take note of imminent danger. A quick scan of his surroundings showed that it was only him and Luna within the Sign-master's attack range. Immediately he shifted his weight and got ready to dodge. There were very few times that his calculations were incorrect - this moment added to them. With his focus entirely on keeping a steady balance and deciding on his next move, he realized he was not going to make it in time before the pipe connected with him. Still, there was a slim chance and he decided to take it. His palms slammed together, he proceeding to close his eyes and muttering a quick spell. With one arm, he circled it around and pushed forward.
A strong gust of wind blew towards Luna and himself in an attempt to push them both out of the Sign-master's line of attack. Gou simultaneously ducked to the ground and kept one hand on the ice to control the distance of his slide. A whistle of wind came from an item being thrown from where he previously stood. However, this time he was not the cause of it. The sound of crystallization cracked through the air; it came from the mech. Soon the monster’s intentions were clear... the robot that released the sonic boom earlier had its leg frozen over.
The sharp ringing of metal reverberated in the air before he could think of anything else.
Looking back, he realized that Yuri intercepted the monster before it could have possibly reached him - not grasping that the monster had come back around for another attack. With a scoff, he narrowed his eyes at the scene. So, now people think I need their help? he went off in his head. It was quite the opposite of many peoples' reactions after being rescued; he felt slightly offended. A look of disdain was plastered on his face and it refused to budge. Clearly, I am perfectly capable of handling mys-- he paused. What was that in Yuri's hand? And just why on earth did it look so much like the holy weapon his master used to keep in his study?
Then a thought occurred to him. It felt like an uninvited guest that forgot to take their shoes off before stepping inside his house.The Yuheng Sect you say? I know your master... I dated a few of them... Gou groaned internally. Thankfully his thoughts were cut short when Yuri spoke.
"This has gone on long enough," Gou's eyes widened in disbelief as his suspicions were confirmed. Yuri's intention was to use a spell that required the use of his blood... this was definitely that sword. And there was only some time left before the ancient script released its energy. Yuri went on to distance himself from the Sign-master and activated his spell with a phrase.
"Blood Omen: Spirit Swarm!" This was Gou's cue to leave. A dangerous situation was about to unfold for the enemy and he did not want to be within the vicinity when it happened. While Yuri was handling the Sign-master, he would try and assist his teammate in the meantime. This lad was arrogant and competitive, but he knew deep down that he probably would be a dead disciple by now if it weren't for this group of people. Before he left he struggled to express his newfound gratitude to Yuri, who now stood before him to take the attack meant for Gou. The sorcerer looked as though he was emitting a strange light. Gou blinked once in confusion then shook his head, craning it upwards to glance at the magician. "Thanks..." he forced through clenched teeth, hoping Yuri heard so he wouldn't have to repeat it. Respect to those who go out of their own way for others.
With thickened skin, he pushed himself up and formed a channel of wind for him to move faster on the ice. Gliding this much cost him a bit of stamina but allowed him a hasty meeting with his teammate. Upon arriving, he gave the mech a once-over and clicked his tongue - this wouldn't do. Ice and metal usually didn't go well together. He looked around and thought further. Granted, the process of rust would be slowed down by a lot... but right now the mech suit was still immobilized. At this point, he grew concerned about how his decision-making performance would look on his report, and he quickly made his choice.
After a slight hesitation, he bit his lip and raised the saber, striking it down on the bot's ice-encased leg in an attempt to chip away at it. Never in his life did he expect to use his trusted, most-prized possession as an ice pick one day. Gou cursed silently to himself in the process - profusely apologizing to the weapon while hoping that this effort would be worth it.
”I’ll try to get this ice off... sir." His tone raised at the address of choice - realizing the person inside could very well be a woman. No matter - woman or not, the ice was proving to be difficult to break. Even though his saber was exceptionally strong, he as a person was not well-versed in how to efficiently pick at ice. "Please feel free to move while I do so; it could help with the process."
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Woah, thanks for the protect.
I'm back home now and suffering a bit from food coma, but im working on a post!
I'm back home now and suffering a bit from food coma, but im working on a post!
@Gentlemanvaultboy Ah, sure thing. Apologies for the wait. I was meaning to ask about the post order so thanks for clarifying! I'm going to be out for a bit today, but I'll try to get a post up by tonight! (GMT+8)
Welcome back!! I don't know you either, but I've also just returned to the guild recently :) Hope to see you around!
Sign master is so creative! That was cool to read.
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“Greetings, I am Arn Second son of Thur HammerStone and Vassals to the BattlerHammer clan. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Yes, I have heard of the Librarium.”
...the conversation with the dwarf ended as abruptly as it began. In the next several seconds, The boy's unsettled heart showed on his face, and the blue in his eyes dimmed as he watched Arn turn away. A sense of unease washed over him. For a moment he sat very still - hoping the sudden weightlessness in his head would pass, and the buzzing in his ears would quiet down. Smiling was Calven's forte, but through this encounter, he found that he could just as easily lose it. Most of his childhood was spent with his magical instructor, books, and food, to keep him company. This boy was the furthest thing from picky when it came to choosing friends... and then, a thought occurred to him.
Just because it was easy for him to welcome people in, didn't necessarily mean people would want to come around.
"Hey!" With a jolt he sat up straight, the voice pulling Calven out of his own head. "Mind if I sit here?" Life flooded back into his eyes, the deep blues reinvigorated with more people; more chances. Cal perched himself on the edge of his seat and began to observe his surroundings with a heart wide open. That voice just now was mellow, and it came from a girl who was... dripping wet? She wore delicate flowers in her hair, carelessly strewn about but no less whimsical. She looked very much like what he'd seen in storybooks when he was younger. The boy used to call them fairies, but his teacher explained that wood nymphs were capable of much more than flying around and misleading peoples' fates.
Even though the soaked wood sprite sat far, it didn't keep Ixius from growing annoyed. Calven chuckled, letting his roommate move his things further from the exaggerated splash zone. A loud smack sounded from beside him.
"If you want to watch, purchase a ticket from the local theater instead and piss off." the chef shot a concerned glance at Ixius. He rested a hand on his fellow mage's shoulder and kneaded it lightly, silently urging him to calm down. ”Fallard,” Ixius said 'calmly', ”You like that hand right? Get it off my shoulder and you'll keep it.” Calven felt like he'd already spent years with Ixius and was not taken aback in the slightest. Instead, he lit up a toothy grin at his roommate and curled a hand paw at him. "Reawr." This guy reminded him too much of a cat. An extremely grumpy and irritable one.
"Ack... SELENA!" he looked just in time to witness the fox girl’s tail kindly remove itself from the white-haired adventurer's face. Cal blinked in confusion. Did her tail--- is he okay? ...and why does it smell like fresh flowers right now? he wondered at the same time: what did a real fox tail to the face feel like?
Just then, a thud shook their dining table. Curious, the blond leaned forward and caught sight of the silver-haired girl from earlier, arms resting leisurely on the table. A question mark resounded in Cal's head. He proceeded to lift his own arms up and set them on the table; it made no noise and shook absolutely nothing. The boy soon accepted that he was but a delicate flower in the face of that silver-haired lady, whose strength was currently unmatched. Calven continued to peek at her from over the two students' heads, and watched her address the rest of the table:
"To those I haven't introduced myself to, my name is Valencia. It is nice to meet you,"
The boy wanted to be the first one to reply to her and give the extremely quiet, yet dashing character a warm welcome to the academy. He opened his mouth to speak but halted after he noticed two new figures approach the seats across from him. The sight of them made Calven blink twice to confirm his vision was not faulty. The same feeling from earlier rose up from the pit of his stomach... so this was the case, he could not help but feel surprised every time somebody new - somebody different showed up. All these things he didn't know before piled upon him gradually. He felt his chest warm suddenly and lightly patted it to try to ease the discomfort. Stop... can you please stop? Calven pleaded with his heart. What was this feeling? Excitement? Anticipation? Dread? So many new people, new experiences, and new feelings. Everything he'd only seen through books and heard through his teacher. It only proved to him that the world outside had grown immensely large while he stayed so small. For a moment, he wanted to betray his outward character and run far, far away. The boy came to this school eager to rush forward and advance in pursuit of his new life... and yet, an unknown fear inched closer and closer to him no matter how fast the boy sprinted.
What seemed like forever passed before one of the pair spoke, urging Calven to once again sit up and listen attentively. "Forgive me, but I hope you all don't mind if we sit here." The man's voice was gentle and reminded Calven of his instructor. He felt his heart begin to slow down, and thanked the Gods as it returned to a normal pace. After he quickly put a smile back on his face, he looked towards the duo. There were many things to notice - Cal wondered if humans were truly the most boring race on the planet. Because this man who spoke had vibrant red skin... and ram horns on his head! Adding to this, the calmness of his demeanor only highlighted the smile of the girl who stood next to him. She had hair that seemed to glow; it was a brilliant color that perfectly contrasted her partner. They were such an eye-catching couple that Cal couldn't help but genuinely smile. They even had matching eye colours! He swooned inwardly and wished for a fairytale romance for himself - forgetting the pained feeling in his chest that came and went for the second time in his life that day.
The Feast
The Feast Hall's hustle and bustle died down just then. 5 figures took their places seated in the front, but it was the one who slithered to the middle of the hall that made Calven's jaw drop. On this day alone, he witnessed so many different races that he could barely count them on his fingers - disregarding the fact that he was always horrible at maths. Half-serpent lady, who called herself the vice dean, spoke to the students in a clear voice, urging the blond mage to listen attentively. Rules were stated, and mental notes were taken. The floor was passed on to a man whose last name matched the academy.
"Well, you heard the woman. EAT!" Say no more, Calven picked one thing off from each plate: a chicken leg, a fruit tart, a muffin, salmon fillet, and a glass of water to wash it all down. His plate looked like a confusing mess, but it was a mess he put together for science and the betterment of his own cooking. Before he left home, he promised his mentor that he'd be the absolute best at anything that had to do with cooking. It was truly an ambitious goal for a very simple reason: in the future, he wanted to share it with the people he loved. So carefully, he took a bite of the chicken leg. The breading is alright, even if it is on the saltier side. If they soaked this in milk the flesh would be a lot more tender. Next, a piece of the fruit tart, balancing all the components on a dainty fork. !!! The flavors work well together; the sweet and sourness balanced each other out - as they should, as they should. Easily, he wolfed down another forkful of the tart. Next came the muffin, and the salmon fillet in respective order. None of the food on the table went through Calven's mouth without a word of criticism or praise. Everything he would taste would be a learning experience.
The mage's state of bliss grew as he tasted more of the food, taking calculated bites so as to not overeat and end his day with bloating. To enhance his immersion, he had his eyes closed for most of his meal to fully taste and savor each new flavor. With the world shut out and his mouth busy chewing, he almost hadn't heard the newcomer arrive. "Soooooo~ We should introduce ourselves. I am Anise! You may ask me anything!" he opened his eyes to a new face across the table, with familiar ram horns and a pair of monocles. Much like the ram-horned man with golden eyes he'd seen earlier, but minus the monocles. Calven smiled at her, not expecting her to see it, and resumed his focus back to the tasting platter. That was a nice name, he'd remember it for sure.
As he mindfully ate, an unexpected voice came from his right. "I'm from the Magus Librarium, Ixius Delthrane." !!! Calven looked up from his food in delight and glanced at Ixius with eyes that held a replenished blue glow. Never did he expect this angry feline to voluntarily introduce himself! He nudged the grumpy mage with a laugh, "Welcome to Hoseforn, Ixius Delthrane!" raising a glass of water to toast his friend.
”No need for overreactions, Calven.” Ixius replied as he shot the blond a frown, ”It's basic etiquette, no?”
"I can't help but feel proud, basic or not." Cal whispered excitedly back to him. The warm feeling that grew in his chest this time felt good.
A response to Ixius' introduction soon came, resulting in Cal nudging him for the nth time today. "It's nice to meet you all, my name’s Rodrick." As time went on, the feast hall grew busier and busier. Things were happening all at once and it was hard to keep track of it all. Calven sat next to Ixius and continued his meal until the wood sprite asked their group a question that sparked a rather entertaining conversation between Ixius and the newcomer, Anise. The boy was still tasting his food, but his eyes darted back and forth across the dining table as if watching a game of table tennis. Words laced with venom spat back and forth, keeping the boy thoroughly entertained as the two bickered. A good show while eating is a must. A second or two passed when the topic turned into one that made the food in his stomach churn a little.
Eventually, the conversation ended on what looked like a good note in Calven's eyes. He lifted his elbow to give Ixius another nudge before realizing that he had been sitting there for a good thirty minutes, and he hadn't introduced himself to any of the other students besides Arnn yet.
He waited for the table to reach a pause and then decided to put down his fork. The blond then eagerly stood up and cleared his throat. "Hello, everyone! My name is Calven Fallard, of the Magus Librarium. We're the coolest table yet, so let's get along well!" he sat back down quickly, grasping his hands tightly as they shook beneath the table.
...the conversation with the dwarf ended as abruptly as it began. In the next several seconds, The boy's unsettled heart showed on his face, and the blue in his eyes dimmed as he watched Arn turn away. A sense of unease washed over him. For a moment he sat very still - hoping the sudden weightlessness in his head would pass, and the buzzing in his ears would quiet down. Smiling was Calven's forte, but through this encounter, he found that he could just as easily lose it. Most of his childhood was spent with his magical instructor, books, and food, to keep him company. This boy was the furthest thing from picky when it came to choosing friends... and then, a thought occurred to him.
Just because it was easy for him to welcome people in, didn't necessarily mean people would want to come around.
"Hey!" With a jolt he sat up straight, the voice pulling Calven out of his own head. "Mind if I sit here?" Life flooded back into his eyes, the deep blues reinvigorated with more people; more chances. Cal perched himself on the edge of his seat and began to observe his surroundings with a heart wide open. That voice just now was mellow, and it came from a girl who was... dripping wet? She wore delicate flowers in her hair, carelessly strewn about but no less whimsical. She looked very much like what he'd seen in storybooks when he was younger. The boy used to call them fairies, but his teacher explained that wood nymphs were capable of much more than flying around and misleading peoples' fates.
Even though the soaked wood sprite sat far, it didn't keep Ixius from growing annoyed. Calven chuckled, letting his roommate move his things further from the exaggerated splash zone. A loud smack sounded from beside him.
"If you want to watch, purchase a ticket from the local theater instead and piss off." the chef shot a concerned glance at Ixius. He rested a hand on his fellow mage's shoulder and kneaded it lightly, silently urging him to calm down. ”Fallard,” Ixius said 'calmly', ”You like that hand right? Get it off my shoulder and you'll keep it.” Calven felt like he'd already spent years with Ixius and was not taken aback in the slightest. Instead, he lit up a toothy grin at his roommate and curled a hand paw at him. "Reawr." This guy reminded him too much of a cat. An extremely grumpy and irritable one.
"Ack... SELENA!" he looked just in time to witness the fox girl’s tail kindly remove itself from the white-haired adventurer's face. Cal blinked in confusion. Did her tail--- is he okay? ...and why does it smell like fresh flowers right now? he wondered at the same time: what did a real fox tail to the face feel like?
Just then, a thud shook their dining table. Curious, the blond leaned forward and caught sight of the silver-haired girl from earlier, arms resting leisurely on the table. A question mark resounded in Cal's head. He proceeded to lift his own arms up and set them on the table; it made no noise and shook absolutely nothing. The boy soon accepted that he was but a delicate flower in the face of that silver-haired lady, whose strength was currently unmatched. Calven continued to peek at her from over the two students' heads, and watched her address the rest of the table:
"To those I haven't introduced myself to, my name is Valencia. It is nice to meet you,"
The boy wanted to be the first one to reply to her and give the extremely quiet, yet dashing character a warm welcome to the academy. He opened his mouth to speak but halted after he noticed two new figures approach the seats across from him. The sight of them made Calven blink twice to confirm his vision was not faulty. The same feeling from earlier rose up from the pit of his stomach... so this was the case, he could not help but feel surprised every time somebody new - somebody different showed up. All these things he didn't know before piled upon him gradually. He felt his chest warm suddenly and lightly patted it to try to ease the discomfort. Stop... can you please stop? Calven pleaded with his heart. What was this feeling? Excitement? Anticipation? Dread? So many new people, new experiences, and new feelings. Everything he'd only seen through books and heard through his teacher. It only proved to him that the world outside had grown immensely large while he stayed so small. For a moment, he wanted to betray his outward character and run far, far away. The boy came to this school eager to rush forward and advance in pursuit of his new life... and yet, an unknown fear inched closer and closer to him no matter how fast the boy sprinted.
What seemed like forever passed before one of the pair spoke, urging Calven to once again sit up and listen attentively. "Forgive me, but I hope you all don't mind if we sit here." The man's voice was gentle and reminded Calven of his instructor. He felt his heart begin to slow down, and thanked the Gods as it returned to a normal pace. After he quickly put a smile back on his face, he looked towards the duo. There were many things to notice - Cal wondered if humans were truly the most boring race on the planet. Because this man who spoke had vibrant red skin... and ram horns on his head! Adding to this, the calmness of his demeanor only highlighted the smile of the girl who stood next to him. She had hair that seemed to glow; it was a brilliant color that perfectly contrasted her partner. They were such an eye-catching couple that Cal couldn't help but genuinely smile. They even had matching eye colours! He swooned inwardly and wished for a fairytale romance for himself - forgetting the pained feeling in his chest that came and went for the second time in his life that day.
The Feast
The Feast Hall's hustle and bustle died down just then. 5 figures took their places seated in the front, but it was the one who slithered to the middle of the hall that made Calven's jaw drop. On this day alone, he witnessed so many different races that he could barely count them on his fingers - disregarding the fact that he was always horrible at maths. Half-serpent lady, who called herself the vice dean, spoke to the students in a clear voice, urging the blond mage to listen attentively. Rules were stated, and mental notes were taken. The floor was passed on to a man whose last name matched the academy.
"Well, you heard the woman. EAT!" Say no more, Calven picked one thing off from each plate: a chicken leg, a fruit tart, a muffin, salmon fillet, and a glass of water to wash it all down. His plate looked like a confusing mess, but it was a mess he put together for science and the betterment of his own cooking. Before he left home, he promised his mentor that he'd be the absolute best at anything that had to do with cooking. It was truly an ambitious goal for a very simple reason: in the future, he wanted to share it with the people he loved. So carefully, he took a bite of the chicken leg. The breading is alright, even if it is on the saltier side. If they soaked this in milk the flesh would be a lot more tender. Next, a piece of the fruit tart, balancing all the components on a dainty fork. !!! The flavors work well together; the sweet and sourness balanced each other out - as they should, as they should. Easily, he wolfed down another forkful of the tart. Next came the muffin, and the salmon fillet in respective order. None of the food on the table went through Calven's mouth without a word of criticism or praise. Everything he would taste would be a learning experience.
The mage's state of bliss grew as he tasted more of the food, taking calculated bites so as to not overeat and end his day with bloating. To enhance his immersion, he had his eyes closed for most of his meal to fully taste and savor each new flavor. With the world shut out and his mouth busy chewing, he almost hadn't heard the newcomer arrive. "Soooooo~ We should introduce ourselves. I am Anise! You may ask me anything!" he opened his eyes to a new face across the table, with familiar ram horns and a pair of monocles. Much like the ram-horned man with golden eyes he'd seen earlier, but minus the monocles. Calven smiled at her, not expecting her to see it, and resumed his focus back to the tasting platter. That was a nice name, he'd remember it for sure.
As he mindfully ate, an unexpected voice came from his right. "I'm from the Magus Librarium, Ixius Delthrane." !!! Calven looked up from his food in delight and glanced at Ixius with eyes that held a replenished blue glow. Never did he expect this angry feline to voluntarily introduce himself! He nudged the grumpy mage with a laugh, "Welcome to Hoseforn, Ixius Delthrane!" raising a glass of water to toast his friend.
”No need for overreactions, Calven.” Ixius replied as he shot the blond a frown, ”It's basic etiquette, no?”
"I can't help but feel proud, basic or not." Cal whispered excitedly back to him. The warm feeling that grew in his chest this time felt good.
A response to Ixius' introduction soon came, resulting in Cal nudging him for the nth time today. "It's nice to meet you all, my name’s Rodrick." As time went on, the feast hall grew busier and busier. Things were happening all at once and it was hard to keep track of it all. Calven sat next to Ixius and continued his meal until the wood sprite asked their group a question that sparked a rather entertaining conversation between Ixius and the newcomer, Anise. The boy was still tasting his food, but his eyes darted back and forth across the dining table as if watching a game of table tennis. Words laced with venom spat back and forth, keeping the boy thoroughly entertained as the two bickered. A good show while eating is a must. A second or two passed when the topic turned into one that made the food in his stomach churn a little.
Eventually, the conversation ended on what looked like a good note in Calven's eyes. He lifted his elbow to give Ixius another nudge before realizing that he had been sitting there for a good thirty minutes, and he hadn't introduced himself to any of the other students besides Arnn yet.
He waited for the table to reach a pause and then decided to put down his fork. The blond then eagerly stood up and cleared his throat. "Hello, everyone! My name is Calven Fallard, of the Magus Librarium. We're the coolest table yet, so let's get along well!" he sat back down quickly, grasping his hands tightly as they shook beneath the table.
@ZAVAZggg Oh I see, alright! Thanks for letting me know
@ZAVAZggg Hola! Do you need space to hop in? I can see that it might be kinda difficult for people to jump in right now but i don't mind waiting for another person to go before me for our next posting order
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