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5 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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8 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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9 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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9 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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9 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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Alya had decided to change her tone to a more energetic one now that it had just hit midday. Similarly to the way she performed her music in the Surly Stump, she started to skip down the road, doing the occasional spin. Her hair bounced as her bare feet propelled her. Her wolf companion followed suit, affected by the influence of the music, skipping playfully down the road with his Mother. Little did Alya know that a gryphon was headed her way, remaining oblivious to the incoming creature and druid.

Just as the gryphon approached the pair of travelers, Echo stopped and began to growl at it. Unfortunately for Alya, her lack of awareness caused her to lightly bump into the large creature that had appeared before her. She stumbled backwards slightly before bowing apologetically at the cat-bird. She hadn't actually registered that it was a beast until she looked up at it, since bowing had become second nature to her due to her usual clumsiness. She took another timid step back as she stared at the gryphon. It wasn't that she was afraid of it, she was just unsure about what to do now.
-Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen

-Age: 45

-Gender: Female

-Rebirth: Yes

-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions

-Call-sign: Trip

-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.

-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.

As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.

-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.

-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.

-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"

-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.

-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof.

It was midday, the sun beamed through the leaves of the forest near Green Fall. A young Elven girl sat on a large stone in the middle of the clearing, her flute raised to her lips. A soothing, soft tune echoed through the forest as the sun shone down upon her. A gentle breeze circled her, gently brushing the grass. At her feet lay a sleeping pup, it lay still, save for the movement from it's breath. She had discovered her magic during the tournament which had passed a week ago, but the discovery was quite an unpleasant shock. She could still remember the feeling of her magic 'snapping' in her mind. However, now she noticed the flow of her magic as it intertwined with the music she played. What it did was unknown to her, but she knew that it was there. Flowing like a stream or even like the breeze that gently swept her hair and clothing.

She could feel the presence of other creatures within the forest as their movements made distinct sounds that she could hear. It was strange. Ever since the tournament, her hearing had become a lot sharper, which allowed her to hear such subtle sounds. She wasn't concerned about the dangers of the forest though. She felt no signs of blood lust nor aggression. Just calm.
Starting Date and Time: 33rd day of Mauven, Midday
Starting Location: Just outside of Green Fall
CS URLs: Alya Eloen & Verissa Beatrix Greenlakes aka Trix

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Replied. Sorry if it's a little short~
Orran nodded thoughtfully as Marv spoke. "That sounds like a good idea. Send the measurements to an artificer and tell them to craft a simple iron arm. Then have it sent to my residence. If you would be so kind." He responded in a rather blank tone. He didn't want to give orders to people, but it seemed more convenient this way. This was also a good opportunity to test a new type of program that he'd thought of recently, which is quite relevant to this kind of situation. Before Marv could even respond, Orran had already started walking back to his residence in the Inner Circle. He suspected the woman wouldn't be awake any time soon, so he decided to take this time to develop his program while he waited for the arm delivery.
Megumi rushed into the armory, the door had already been swung wide open by another squire whom was already facing the beast. However, she wasn't the first one there. A few other combatants had the same idea, looking around for their weapons in the massive room. Despite her equipment being smaller than everyone else's, she quickly found them. Her trusty dagger and throwing knives. Throwing knives that could actually do damage rather than bounce off someone's back. While the other combatants in the armory fumbled around like a bunch of drunks, Megumi made her way back outside, only to see a squire get knocked right off his feet by the monster's tail. She cursed under her breath, something about how useless these squires were, but in the back of her mind, she hoped they were okay.

She glanced over to the Screamer who summoned the beast. She knew what she had to do. Getting rid of the summoner would get rid of the beast, right? Right. She nodded to herself before carefully striding closer to the Screamer, making sure she was out of view. Either this guy was stupid or he had something up his 'sleeve'. He was standing in plain sight, his upper body was mostly unarmored, as was some other parts. He was tall too. Easy target. She drew her metal throwing knives, testing the weight in order to get familiar with it again. After a brief pause, she threw the knives at the Screamer, aiming for his large, uncovered back. As the knives flew, she quickly followed them, drawing her dagger so that she could land a follow-up strike with it when the knives landed.
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