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Oh yeah. It's soup time again.
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Soup Time. A Year Later.
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7 yrs ago
Soup time.
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7 yrs ago
I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes... it is
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Normally unavailable between 3pm-9pm, always welcoming RP ideas, large groups, small groups, 1x1s, you name it!
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Skai? could you edit that character list that you made so that I can move it to the front page?
if i may ask, what weapon were you hoping to become the meister of? everyone is paired up, i velieve.
I uh... don't have any open spaces at the moment, sorry.
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"Good morning, Everyone. With the usual first week, 'jitters', out of the way, I think it's time for me to actually start teaching you all. If you didn't remember me or my assistant because of the weekend, I will introduce myself once more. My name is Nathaniel Warburton, but you can all call me Mister Warburton." The bearded man who wore a vested suit spoke as he stood in front of his class. The first semester had started on a Thursday for some odd reason he didn't quite care enough to take notice of, and he had simply spent the first two days getting to know his students and how they worked. He also paired together and stragglers who had compatible wavelengths. Now that it was a Monday and he had the entire week instead of two days, he was going to start teaching. He spoke with a rather gruff English accent, telling everyone who heard his voice where he had come from and where he was raised. He didn't truly care whether people talked about his accent or not, and simply answered any questions they had after heading him speak, as tedious and annoying as it might be at times.
He had a well built body, but one couldn't tell that by looking at his clothing. It was slightly loose on his body, being tailored to be just the slightest bit big so that he could move around well in it when fighting with his partner, who was, in comparison, fairly small and scrawny. He wasn't thin or short, but one could appear that way when standing next to the muscled man who stood up at almost seven feet. He was a giant, and anyone standing next to him would look like a small child.
The older and larger man then pointed to his partner, who was leaning up against the wall right next to the door of the room. The Teaching Assistant looked up when a majority of the people on the class lay their eyes on him, revealing his oddly vivid purple eyes. James Kress wasn't from the United Kingdom like his partner was, and didn't use any sort of accent when he spoke up.
"Hey. My name's James Kress, in case you forgot. Like my partner here, I'd prefer that you call me by last name." Kress had grown up within the wall of the DWMA of America, but was elected to be a part of some sort of exchange program at the age of fifteen. Because of it, he was forced to leave his life behind to trade spots with another Weapon. He had gotten used to being in another country, and did enjoy it; but he was elated to hear that he and his partner would be going back to the main Academy in America. That was the big news that he had been told on his twentieth birthday, which was almost eight years ago, as he was only a month away from being twenty-eight years of age. He had acted like a tour guide once they reached his home, despite the fact that so many things had changed since he was last there.
Warburton cleared his throat and brought the attention of the class back to him. Kress didn't seem to age in the slightest, as he still looked like a nineteen year old young man despite almost being thirty. He would still act like he was nineteen, though, and could still get away with almost everything he did.
"Now, if you'll all follow us outside to the court yard, we'll start off by doing some partner exercises." He spoke as he began to walk to the door, having to duck due to his height.
Karin Hayashi did as was instructed and followed the teacher out of the class room and out to the main courtyard, just in front of the steps that led down into the city. She wasn't quite sure what to say about her teacher this year. On the first day, he burst through the door holding a giant greatsword, and practically demanded that all established weapon and meister pairs go out to the courtyard for evaluation. He didn't fight anyone, and simply watched as they demonstrated their skills. He seemed like a muscly fool, but he wasn't the dumb, fitness-addicted man that most people thought he was. He was actually somewhat cautious when fighting, and only took the defensive once he was sure that he could attack.
He had a well built body, but one couldn't tell that by looking at his clothing. It was slightly loose on his body, being tailored to be just the slightest bit big so that he could move around well in it when fighting with his partner, who was, in comparison, fairly small and scrawny. He wasn't thin or short, but one could appear that way when standing next to the muscled man who stood up at almost seven feet. He was a giant, and anyone standing next to him would look like a small child.
The older and larger man then pointed to his partner, who was leaning up against the wall right next to the door of the room. The Teaching Assistant looked up when a majority of the people on the class lay their eyes on him, revealing his oddly vivid purple eyes. James Kress wasn't from the United Kingdom like his partner was, and didn't use any sort of accent when he spoke up.
"Hey. My name's James Kress, in case you forgot. Like my partner here, I'd prefer that you call me by last name." Kress had grown up within the wall of the DWMA of America, but was elected to be a part of some sort of exchange program at the age of fifteen. Because of it, he was forced to leave his life behind to trade spots with another Weapon. He had gotten used to being in another country, and did enjoy it; but he was elated to hear that he and his partner would be going back to the main Academy in America. That was the big news that he had been told on his twentieth birthday, which was almost eight years ago, as he was only a month away from being twenty-eight years of age. He had acted like a tour guide once they reached his home, despite the fact that so many things had changed since he was last there.
Warburton cleared his throat and brought the attention of the class back to him. Kress didn't seem to age in the slightest, as he still looked like a nineteen year old young man despite almost being thirty. He would still act like he was nineteen, though, and could still get away with almost everything he did.
"Now, if you'll all follow us outside to the court yard, we'll start off by doing some partner exercises." He spoke as he began to walk to the door, having to duck due to his height.
Karin Hayashi did as was instructed and followed the teacher out of the class room and out to the main courtyard, just in front of the steps that led down into the city. She wasn't quite sure what to say about her teacher this year. On the first day, he burst through the door holding a giant greatsword, and practically demanded that all established weapon and meister pairs go out to the courtyard for evaluation. He didn't fight anyone, and simply watched as they demonstrated their skills. He seemed like a muscly fool, but he wasn't the dumb, fitness-addicted man that most people thought he was. He was actually somewhat cautious when fighting, and only took the defensive once he was sure that he could attack.
I'm working on it right now, actually.
It will be starting soon...
Name: Alistair Kisame
Appearance: On the right
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Role: Weapon, but can wield his brother's weapon form.
Weapon and Resonance form: Weapon Form
Resonance Form
Skills: *Alistair uses wild and unpredictable strikes, and favors getting up and close with his target. His attacks vary for what he needs in battle, making him a deadly opponent.
*He is quite good at interrogating.
Personality: While not as smart as his brother Altair, Alistair is a rather smart young man who has somewhat of a sadist streak. He is also rather confident in his abilities as both a weapon and a meister, but not overly much so. He loves fighting and enjoys toying with his enemies, evil and corrupted humans or otherwise. He usually takes a hands-on approach to things, rather than sitting behind and watching. He learns by fighting, and can usually adapt on the spot to take out his enemies in the most effective way. He hates to sit around and do nothing, but he understands that it's necessary at times. He is usually controlled by his emotions, and when he isn't, he can be just as cold and calculating as his brother.
Biography: Altair and Alistair are both orphans who were adopted once their abilities developed. The person who adopted them helped them hone their abilities and sent them to one of the foreign branches of the DWMA. Soon, the family moved to America and they enrolled in the DWMA.
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Appearance: On the right
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Role: Weapon, but can wield his brother's weapon form.
Weapon and Resonance form: Weapon Form
Resonance Form
Skills: *Alistair uses wild and unpredictable strikes, and favors getting up and close with his target. His attacks vary for what he needs in battle, making him a deadly opponent.
*He is quite good at interrogating.
Personality: While not as smart as his brother Altair, Alistair is a rather smart young man who has somewhat of a sadist streak. He is also rather confident in his abilities as both a weapon and a meister, but not overly much so. He loves fighting and enjoys toying with his enemies, evil and corrupted humans or otherwise. He usually takes a hands-on approach to things, rather than sitting behind and watching. He learns by fighting, and can usually adapt on the spot to take out his enemies in the most effective way. He hates to sit around and do nothing, but he understands that it's necessary at times. He is usually controlled by his emotions, and when he isn't, he can be just as cold and calculating as his brother.
Biography: Altair and Alistair are both orphans who were adopted once their abilities developed. The person who adopted them helped them hone their abilities and sent them to one of the foreign branches of the DWMA. Soon, the family moved to America and they enrolled in the DWMA.
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Sam, are we going to partner Dante with karin?
Gather 'round kiddies, because Papa Deadpool is going to tell you all a story about the greatest group of people to ever walk the earth! The Odd Squad, who was lead by none other than me! Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool.
Tell me again why we decided to name them the... Odd Squad...
Becauuuuuse! It's pretty much a rag-tag team of anyone with powers or awesome abilities!
Well, I guess that it does make sense... Continue.
Alright! As I was saying before tweedle dumb and tweedle idiot spoke up, this story is about Deadpool and the group of men and hopefully very lovely women save everyone and everything from every possible scenario! EVER!
Uh, I think that I should also ask who in their right mind allowed us to lead a team assembled by SHIELD, and why we're even on terms with shield considering that we're on a technicality with the X-Men. Also, why is it a 'rag-tag team' if it was created by SHIELD? Wouldn't they normally create teams with specific people for specific purposes?
Will you just shut up!? It's an all purpose team, if you need to know. We handle the missions that other people deem "too dangerous", "would only be taken by a madman", "could seriously kill millions if not done right", or some weak pansy crap like that. Now, let's get onto the story...
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Tell me again why we decided to name them the... Odd Squad...
Becauuuuuse! It's pretty much a rag-tag team of anyone with powers or awesome abilities!
Well, I guess that it does make sense... Continue.
Alright! As I was saying before tweedle dumb and tweedle idiot spoke up, this story is about Deadpool and the group of men and hopefully very lovely women save everyone and everything from every possible scenario! EVER!
Uh, I think that I should also ask who in their right mind allowed us to lead a team assembled by SHIELD, and why we're even on terms with shield considering that we're on a technicality with the X-Men. Also, why is it a 'rag-tag team' if it was created by SHIELD? Wouldn't they normally create teams with specific people for specific purposes?
Will you just shut up!? It's an all purpose team, if you need to know. We handle the missions that other people deem "too dangerous", "would only be taken by a madman", "could seriously kill millions if not done right", or some weak pansy crap like that. Now, let's get onto the story...
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