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"What a loose cannon... Atleast I have an edge on her now." Winston thought with a tinge of anger, continuing to walk towards his first class. "And even better, by the way she's traveling we almost certainly have first class together. Just my luck, hopefully I can go a class without blowing her legs off..." He pondered a few other methods of ending the girl who grabbed him before nearing the classroom. It lay at the end of a long hallway, with a large wooden door marking it's entrance. He pulled his bag off his shoulder and unzipped the pouch on the right side of the bag. The pouch was filled with at least two hundred bullets, "That should be enough for a little while, Hopefully none of the teachers have a problem with me being a walking time bomb." Winston thought with a smirk as he pushed the doorway open, he took a long intrusive look around the classroom; pausing for a moment to cock an eyebrow at the teacher.


"How... unusual."
Yes there is room, but after we fight the first boss the RP will be closed. Once your character sheets are done the characters not yet in the RP will all be fighting the boss when we arrive, if you miss that then I'm sorry but we will have to move on without you. We will wait a few days at the boss fight for you guys though.
Will work on character soon, do you still need a Co-gm? I'd be willing to lend you a hand, this RP seems really fun

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Character sheet:

Gerald

"A whole purse of coin says it was the fucking elves!" Gerald shouted and turned his horse around, slapping the stirrups and racing up the hill they had come down. If he took up position on the hill, he could see the entire village; perfect. "Of course the captain makes me take watch duty, what a prick." He thought to himself, cursing Amon under his breath. However much Gerald hated it, his eyes were the best out of the group. He knew it was beneficial for him to be keeping watch, but that didn't mean he wouldn't leap at the chance to abandon his post. Gerald kept a firm hand on the handle of his knight's issue blade, ready to unsheathe the deadly weapon and spring into battle at any moment.

A flicker of movement caught Gerald's eye and he immediately focused in on it. A grungy looking nomad man was lurking around in the ruined buildings. "An elven spy, no doubt. He'll be dead before he has time to run!" Adrenaline surged through his body as he pulled on the handle of his sword and took it out of the sheathe strapped to his hip. His wild eyes flared with the fires of a predator as the horse charged down the hill towards the man, who hadn't noticed him yet. As Gerald neared the nomad he began grinning with the excitement of battle, the man turned around to look at the gallopING steed charging towards him and had little time to react before Gerald leaped from his horse and screamed a battle cry as he landed on him.

Having the man pinned with his sword pressed into his throat Gerald shouted in his face, "Where are the elves, you traitor scum?"
Yes Im still interested, was busy this weekend. Also I'll make my character when the OOC is up
Arthur

He lead the group through the small hallway and into the streets, taking note of the sun being in the middle of the sky. This gave them plenty of time to get what they needed to do finished. As they walked he puffed out his badge when someone passed them, he hoped to gather awareness of the Golden Dragons so that they could become the driving force of the clearing effort. It was a short, brisk walk out of the town. Shouldn't take more than ten minutes, but it seemed to drag on as they went. "So, have any of you played these types of games before?" He asked, trying to make conversation as they traveled through the town.
Sorry for inactivity, was busy this weekend. Will be online every night again
Winston liked to stay in the back of crowds and observe, contrary to getting mixed up in things and digging himself into a hole he didn't want to be in. It was this exact tendency that he demonstrated when the boy with the axe began shouting. He took mental notes on the axe, and the girls weapons; being two pistols. Just in case he had to face off against them in the future. One student tried to intervene and "save" the damsel in distress, something Winston found rather amusing.

"She's probably just as strong or stronger than him, and he's still treating her like she's helpless. Maybe he's new." He pondered quietly to himself, while another girl yelled something about the girl winning. His earlier precautions of noting their abilities were made irrelevant when arrows began sprouting out of them, seemingly from nowhere. The students had to be carried off in stretchers, while the sending of the projectiles was caught by security. A man he couldn't see began talking to her, and lead her to the disciplinary office.

"Oh well, less competition. She looked like she'd be a hard one to surpass, good thing she's gone now." Winston's analytic mind spun the situation in his favor, it had a way of doing that. He readjusted his book bag and started on his way to class, past two people seemingly taking part in an interview heading in the same direction. He overhead one of them discussing the powers of her noble arm, "Infinite rocks? Sounds ridiculous, but not that useful in battle." He made a mental note of the girl's power, before slipping on some leftover water from the janitor and stumbling right into the girl.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry miss. It was an accident, are you alright?" His reply was short and well thought out, what she didn't know was that the moment he touched her he put a plan into motion. As he "stumbled" he placed one of the bullets that his noble arm utilizes in her pocket, which went completely unnoticed. "Hopefully she doesn't own many pairs of pants, or that was completely pointless." He thought to himself as he apologized.

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