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I'm a dropout, I'm of no use on that front.
As it turns out, I am not, in fact, a dropout. So there's that.
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As it turns out, I am not, in fact, a dropout. So there's that.
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Johannes leaned forward a bit for the explanation on Yithare's condition, leaning back when it was complete. A fire cultist, working with them? That was almost unthinkable. He wanted to protest, but held his tongue. If his orders were to work with the cultist, he would have to obey them. However, given the first opportunity, he would eliminate the menace just as he would any other enemy. For now, he seemed to be harmless, so Johannes breathed out his tension and continued to eat his meal, which was truly delicious. For now at least, he would definitely be able to relax. The next day, their journey would start, and he would be ready to get going, back on high alert.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Justicar Valerian silently watching one of the Children of the Dark Sun. His eyes following her own, he took note of Belren, a small smile crossing his lips. They certainly could have chosen much worse warriors for this task. Yes, he would do very well for their purposes. He'd have to get to know some of them better, but this specific man would be first. Johannes believed in the benefits of comradery, and actively forged these bonds with his allies, though they were usually fellow Watchmen.
As he was looking around, one of the others stood and introduced himself as Leon Thorne. It seemed the man was a freelance mercenary. Normally, Johannes wouldn't give the man a second look, but the fact that he had been chosen for this mission meant that he was more than just an ordinary hired sword. Whatever made him stand out, the Queen had seen it, and had decided that he was fit to work directly under the assembled leaders and commanders. Finally, he finished his meal, stood up, replaced his helm, and walked out of the dining hall. Making his way behind a servant to the room that had been laid out for him, he wondered how he would go about trying to forge the bonds of comradery among this motley crew of warriors. It might be tough, but against the enemy they were facing, nothing less would do. They couldn't afford to distrust one another.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Justicar Valerian silently watching one of the Children of the Dark Sun. His eyes following her own, he took note of Belren, a small smile crossing his lips. They certainly could have chosen much worse warriors for this task. Yes, he would do very well for their purposes. He'd have to get to know some of them better, but this specific man would be first. Johannes believed in the benefits of comradery, and actively forged these bonds with his allies, though they were usually fellow Watchmen.
As he was looking around, one of the others stood and introduced himself as Leon Thorne. It seemed the man was a freelance mercenary. Normally, Johannes wouldn't give the man a second look, but the fact that he had been chosen for this mission meant that he was more than just an ordinary hired sword. Whatever made him stand out, the Queen had seen it, and had decided that he was fit to work directly under the assembled leaders and commanders. Finally, he finished his meal, stood up, replaced his helm, and walked out of the dining hall. Making his way behind a servant to the room that had been laid out for him, he wondered how he would go about trying to forge the bonds of comradery among this motley crew of warriors. It might be tough, but against the enemy they were facing, nothing less would do. They couldn't afford to distrust one another.
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Jacob stood still, silent, as Balthazar gave everybody their assignments. The things he'd told him were things he'd told himself every day, but he was sure the man knew that. It couldn't hurt to have somebody else drill it into him. Not only did Jacob lose a huge chunk of his life, he lost his peace of mind, part of his leg, and all of the friends he'd made in the military. He was a bit surprised to hear that there was another military Wanderer nearby, but that wasn't the focus right now.
Heading into the hospital wing, Jacob winced at some of the injuries he was being told to heal. This was a bit beyond his experience, but he could probably handle it if he took his time. The most important part was fixing whatever damage had been done to nerves, muscles and tendons. Thankfully, most of the injuries weren't extremely harsh, but he had been given the group with the more extensive wounds. Bones were relatively simple, and flesh wounds could be saved for last. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jacob braced himself as tendrils of white light expanded from his body, gently piercing the wounds of the other students. Every second of the healing was starting to drain him more and more, until he felt his legs weakening. This amount of training after what happened the day before might have been a bit rough, but he was used to this sort of thing. Training in the Rangers wasn't easy, after all.
Maintaining his pose, he turned to survey his work. Admittedly, he'd done a sloppy job on one or two of the students, but some scarring and aching would probably be the most evidence of this. The worst problem was the toll it had taken on Jacob. He wasn't efficient with his healing, which was the problem. That kid he'd seen last night was able to do more with less fatigue, and that bothered him. In a perverse way, he was looking forward to more of this training. No pain, no gain, right?
Heading into the hospital wing, Jacob winced at some of the injuries he was being told to heal. This was a bit beyond his experience, but he could probably handle it if he took his time. The most important part was fixing whatever damage had been done to nerves, muscles and tendons. Thankfully, most of the injuries weren't extremely harsh, but he had been given the group with the more extensive wounds. Bones were relatively simple, and flesh wounds could be saved for last. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jacob braced himself as tendrils of white light expanded from his body, gently piercing the wounds of the other students. Every second of the healing was starting to drain him more and more, until he felt his legs weakening. This amount of training after what happened the day before might have been a bit rough, but he was used to this sort of thing. Training in the Rangers wasn't easy, after all.
Maintaining his pose, he turned to survey his work. Admittedly, he'd done a sloppy job on one or two of the students, but some scarring and aching would probably be the most evidence of this. The worst problem was the toll it had taken on Jacob. He wasn't efficient with his healing, which was the problem. That kid he'd seen last night was able to do more with less fatigue, and that bothered him. In a perverse way, he was looking forward to more of this training. No pain, no gain, right?
No....it, uh...just died.
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Jacob watched in earnest as Balthazar attacked the girls' attacks. Smiling, he was reminded of flares on a fighter jet. The purpose wasn't to defeat your enemy so much as to not be defeated yourself. One good way to ensure such an outcome was to simply prevent any attacks from landing. So far, this seemed to be working pretty damn well for Balthazar. Thinking back to the fight in the warehouse, he remembered that maybe only one attack landed on their opponents, a scorching blast of fire, and that seemed to be decently effective. It had at least caused the person to drop the girl he was holding, and that had been enough for their purposes.
When Balthazar mentioned him by name, Jacob's back straightened and he stared directly at Balthazar. Taking a few steps forward, he nodded gently. "That would be me. To be honest...I think I'm gonna need the most training. I wasn't even aware of the extent of my own powers before I came to this Academy, and I'm still learning just what we're all capable of here. I'm used to fighting ordinary humans, but this is a whole other ballpark. Not to mention the fact that I don't really have much in the way of offensive capabilities. I'm a White Mage primarily and Telepath secondarily."
When Balthazar mentioned him by name, Jacob's back straightened and he stared directly at Balthazar. Taking a few steps forward, he nodded gently. "That would be me. To be honest...I think I'm gonna need the most training. I wasn't even aware of the extent of my own powers before I came to this Academy, and I'm still learning just what we're all capable of here. I'm used to fighting ordinary humans, but this is a whole other ballpark. Not to mention the fact that I don't really have much in the way of offensive capabilities. I'm a White Mage primarily and Telepath secondarily."
Harrowling and Rockwell. I expect many late nights with the vidya.
Perfect quote for Jacob.
And dat Cicero quote. I loved that guy in Latin classes.
Finally, the quote for Colonel Kirschenzweig (spelled it right first time awyiss) is great.
And dat Cicero quote. I loved that guy in Latin classes.
Finally, the quote for Colonel Kirschenzweig (spelled it right first time awyiss) is great.
Finished my RS. Mostly.
Also, Potato, my good friend, you get one light-hearted hiss.
-hiss-
Nobuddy dun diss Jacob and gets away widdit. Right, Colonel? (dat be you, Six.)
Also, Potato, my good friend, you get one light-hearted hiss.
-hiss-
Nobuddy dun diss Jacob and gets away widdit. Right, Colonel? (dat be you, Six.)
Yaaaaay Jacob's favorite movie star is back.
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12 yrs ago
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Jacob's interest was piqued when the others mentioned training. Especially with this Balzathar fellow. He'd never met the man, but rumors were aplenty. He sounded like Jacob's kind of guy, though. Tough and merciless with his students. Hell, the guy sounded like a DI. The only difference was the DI's usually didn't train people who could shoot fire or fly. Yes, this could be interesting. Shoveling the last bits of food into his mouth, Jacob cracked his neck and smiled, standing up. "Hell yeah, I'm in. I could use some real practice fighting my own kind. I'm not used to fighting Wanderers yet. With these weird assholes we got running around, training sounds like a good plan."
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