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Current Sail on a sweet silver mist

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Player; DK
Age; 23
Sex; Male
Occupation; Air Force
Location; Alnilam
Race; Rakshasa

Dead men tell no tales
So listen to this story from a whale
She sailed the silver river
But only found a purple butler
There was a grey parrot, and the crane both agree
That the turtle should search for the one manatee
Now you see your monster
Or maybe your insanity
The pirate needs more ales

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@Delta44

West had a big smile on his face now, reaching a nearly goofy look. "I would love to know the truth about the Light Gaia. I've heard some of the stories, but the truth is always the best. Whether people like it or not." West was lost in this woman's words. None of the other students fazed him as they moved around and filled the auditorium with commotion. He caught a glance of her weapon again as she sat forward, but ignored it as he could get to know this person much better by talking with her directly. He thought of his own for as long as the glance took as well. He wondered what others or even she might think about the drill on his back. If they could tell it was a drill. Most would probably just think it were a lance. Her weapon probably had some interesting secrets of it's own.

Looking away like he had just had an epiphany, he responded to her words on maturity. "I have never really liked those titles either, but I've never really had a good reason to dislike them. Your explanation of them is basically perfect. He looked back to with a sort of excitement. "I hate emotions too. Well at least the ones I've deemed bad. Like sadness or anger. They may be useful, but their times are farther and fewer between than they seem to be used. I guess I like emotion as long as they stay under my control."

West noticed her demeanor changed for a moment after she mentioned letting emotions getting the best of her. It sort of confused him. She was so composed, but maybe something happened that caused this. Emotions can cause a lot of fights, and he thought she might have had a falling out with a family member in the past. He had heard about some shrine massacre in passing, but didn't pay much attention to it. It probably wouldn't change his opinion of her much anyways. He had already formed his opinion of her and trusted her. "I guess something else I could add about myself is that I genuinely don't like drama. And not in the way that people say it to look for drama. Which leads me to wonder why I'm saying this now. Umm, I judge people too. Not in the bad way most people think, but probably more in the real way. Most don't like findings, and to be more specific found guilty. Everyone judges people though. It's how we make friends. The bad type of judgement would have to be hypocritical judgement. Where people expect more of others without looking at their own character. That's why I try not to be 'that guy'. Like 'that guy cut me off in traffic' or 'that guy is so rude."

Realizing this was becoming a pretty heavy conversation he decided to lighten it up a bit. "I also like ice cream." He finished his rant with this and returned eye contact. He had broken it a few times as he engaged his own thoughts, but always quickly returned it to her own. Her eyes had certainly caught his.
Grey was very surprised to see that the girls had come to work here and were fine with it after seeing everything. He was happy all the same though. Hachi seemed to be active heading the house as the oldest brother, and Faris had come out as well. He would have liked to ask Faris about shadows, but now was not a good time. Grey went off to the kitchen himself. The servants were all very busy preparing for meals and the newcomers arrival. He made his way into the kitchen avoiding the commotion, and poured himself a cup of hot water. He soon found a strainer and added some tea. When it was done sitting he made his way back into a grand room with a fireplace and let everyone continue their preparations and business.
@OtomostheCrazy
That is sort of what I am talking about yes. I'm guessing she would bleed blood the way a god made of water would bleed water, right? Or not bleed at all since they can probably control it and just hold it inside of them unless some greater magic stops them.
Ryouta walked silently through the school grounds. He wasn't trying to be quiet right now, but he was certainly more quiet than anyone else around. The bustling grounds made him appear like any average student. No one noticed anyones sounds when so many were going on at once. So many happy meetings between students coming back and new greetings both good and bad. The goofy muzzled kids chains were an interesting sound, as well as his conversation. It seemed his target was less than ammused with him. Ryou assumed that those two were probably a part of class Noir they tried to conceal their presence to much in such a large crowd. It's better to just be the crowd in these situations. Anyways, Ryou searched for a couple of normal students that he hung out with on occasion. It was nice to take a break from the Noir chaos that the bloodthirsty always hungered for. Ryou probably didn't have as many kills as the other students, but he was sort of proud of that. It's not that he enjoyed killing or was good at it, he just could. He never really had killing intent. The only way he could bring himself to kill was to don his mask. The demon could kill. It was a hidden part of him, that could not be allowed to escape. It would be much to noisy, just like the rest of these students.

Ryou couldn't find his friends this day and decided to head to his dorm room. There bustling noise began to settle down and transform into the melodic songs of nature. He could still hear the occasional student here and there, storming in their normal gait across the sidewalk or through the grass leading to the dorms. He found his dorm and made his way inside. He began to make his way upstairs. 327 was the room number that he sesarched for. As he made his way upstairs he heard chains. Ahh, must be the muzzle again. a dogs panting? It certainly sounded like that, but unless some student liked being a dog then one of them must have snuck it in. As he climbed more he heard a dogs panting? It certainly sounded like that, but unless some student liked being a dog then one of them must have snuck it in. As he approached the third floor he heard nervous breathing, but it suddenly stopped. All the sounds were coming from the other hallway. Ryou continued through to a door to his hallway. It was quiet here. A few students moved about their rooms organizing and claiming their halves. He reached his room and entered. No one was there. He walked over to the window side of the room. He enjoyed the light it was still able to find him out. He dropped his bag on his bed and walked over to his desk, removing his ear plugs and placing them down on it.
@Ace of flames01
Yeah I actually thought more of the gods would be made of something else. If I weren't using the endless blood thing Landon would certainly be made of dark ice.
@Ace of flames01
Yes I've noticed, it still baffles me how someone made of light gets sick. My theory is that as she takes others sickness it registers in her as darkness. That's why she gets sick. It's like poison.
@enriki
Yeah that'd certainly be fine. If this RP ever takes off Eron would love to have a big guy watching his back. It would help with his lucky escapes too.
@OtomostheCrazy
I have heard about Ichor very little, but I feel a more common semblance of the gods was that they didn't bleed at all. I never really like that though and I wondered what it would be like to have a god that bled, but got his immortality from his endless amount of blood.
@Delta44
"Yeah, I'm a first year too. And my name is Weston Kaiser. Most people call me West though." West noticed that she was very proper, but he was happy that she wasn't pretentious. He was normally shy, but trained himself to keep eye contact with others. It would seem awkward to him for a moment, but as soon as he started talking as well, he forgot about eye contact and it just locked.

"Gaia is a pretty name. Like the goddess of the earth." The school PA system went off as he finished this last complement. He glanced away lookng for the source of noise. He found the speakers in the corner and stared at them like it would help him hear the announcement better. "Well it looks like we're going to have more company soon." As West looked back at her he really noticed her features and the way she spoke. Even her aura seemed a step above his.

"You said you were a first year right? You just seem...older. In a good way. I've been told I look old for my age, but I've never had that compliment about my maturity. I'm not immature, just not overly mature. Anyways, I'm done talking. Could you start please?" West was slightly embarrassed and hoping Vivianne would help fix that.
Yeah I think we need some direction now.
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