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Sorry for the lack of a post! Senior year is the wooooorst year.

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@MarsAdept Subscribe, maybe?
Thanks for telling me - Im gonna hopefully post in the next hour or two... buuuuut im doing homework sooo... >>

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@WeepingLiberty It's not like you had much to react to.
Now our little inconspicuous group just needs @MarsAdept to post to continue. Or, if you'd like Mars, I can just post again (just to say).
My next post will be longer and have more real content!

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No hoooooorns :[[[[[[

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Indeed.
I did, however, take like a week to get that last post up. It's okay if it takes a few days, though I hope to get more than one response before the weekend is over.

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

Stepping almost daintily through the debris from the fight, Iouril watched Eri come back from her fight bloodied but victorious. The guard arrived at the end of the confrontation, hauling prone people from the floor and restraining those determined to have cause the disruption. A few sidelong glances were sent his way, eyeing the dark mark around his neck, but his familiarity with the female Xanara kept them from asking him questions. The elf didn't see the men he had personally fought, and he wondered if they had gotten away. He doubted they were particularly dangerous, just drunken louts looking for a bit of fun. He shook his hed slightly at the thought, turning with a sigh toward the bar once more.

Coming back around near Eri, she caught Iouril's attention just in time for him to quickly grab the purse thrown his way. Being a traveler for so long, with no support other than his own labor, the bloodmage had rarely seen such a sum in his hand in quite some time. He arched a finely shaped brow at the Xanara, asking "Are you quite sure you want to give me this much for how little I did?" He wasn't against getting some coin after helping out, but he had expected it from the barkeeper in the form of a discounted room or meal, not from the bounty hunter. He went up at sat at the bar across from her, taking the drink she offered with a nod of thanks.

Finally after all that occurred, the blood mage caught sight of Sylvia. He tipped his glass to her, and gently tapped her glass on the bar with his own. A small chuckle left his lips at her remark and he shook his head in disagreement. "I'm not sure if that's the word I would use." He thought for a moment more, on her second question, and answered truthfully. "I suppose I will be going somewhere, I just don't know where yet."

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@WeepingLiberty ;A; Please care for yourself before worrying about some stranger on the internet! (especially me yo) That's some much more important.
Plus, @MarsAdept hasn't said anything about posting yet either, so you're good.

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All this posting and I'm just here, sitting on my hands. :((
EDIT: not to rush Libby or MarsAdept! Just eager to post.

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus RP

Then I shall subscribe to this thread and see where it goes!

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus RP

I would definitely to play an illusionist for this SP. Is that kind of character fitting to what you had in mind?