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

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@Mokley

I am up for that, however I have a Christmas party to attend to today. I don't mind it as 'In thread' or PM! (That's probably not helpful, sorry~)


The tortoise spirit bowed it's head slightly as Vesta accepted it's request. "I'm sure your 'line of work' is no more dangerous than the world itself. In any case, I thank you for accepting this somewhat unreasonable request." It responded in a humble tone. The spirit held still as the young mage asked her question. It chuckled briefly before answering,

"For a spirit like myself, whether it be a demi or a human, their life will appear brief from my perspective. Do not mistake it for something like Elanil's demise. This child is healthy." It says bluntly as it turns to Elanil.

"I will be watching over you, my child. Fret not, this young woman will take care of you. May you learn their ways." It turned back to Vesta, bowing it's head as slowly as a tortoise could as the tree upon it's shell seemed to consume it's form, sinking back into Elanil's palm. The young demi looked at her new caretaker with a bright smile.

"Vesta... Mommy?" she giggled after saying 'Mommy', it could be perceived as a joke, but one couldn't tell if she was truly joking.



Magnhild looked at the writing for awhile with some sort of intense look, only to be surprised when the other girl offered the book to her to write in. This girl was deaf... 'Maybe she's like that old aunty back home.. What was her name? El..Elu? Something like that.' She thought for a moment. Remembering the times that the local kids would play pranks on her. Whether it was because she was a turtle chimera or because she was deaf or both, she didn't know why they did. Mag often helped the old lady with her laundry on occasion.

The chimera pocketed the strap before hesitantly taking the pen, writing into it, her hands shaking a little.

'Magnhild Voll.' it read, correcting the girl's spelling. 'Thank you.' she wrote simply afterward.

It would be clear to anyone that Mag didn't know how to write very well, as her handwriting was akin to a 5 year old's. Given that she's had about as much education as one, it wasn't all too surprising.. to her at least.

"R..Reek..ah?" She repeated aloud as she read the name. "Kee..Shee..motto?" Deep down, she felt like she just completely butchered this nice girl's name, but it's not like she can hear her saying it wrong, right? When Rikka mentioned the dorm assignment, Mag looked down at her curry plate. The sheet was under the plate with a small splatter of orange oil.

"Oh that." She said aloud before remembering the girl's disability. Setting down the tray, she took the notebook, attempting to scribble a message in reply. 'I do not have one. Will you be mine?' it read in very simplistic terms. Mag slipped the paper out from under the plate, putting it in front of Rikka, showing a completely blank sheet outside of the general information already written on it.



As if the tour had never happened, Magnhild found herself back at the cafeteria with a nice, big tray in her hand; just about to get more food. Unfortunately, she had wasted a significant amount of time actually trying to find her way back to the cafeteria after walking into a few pillars, people, and doors. Fortunately, she found a really soft, grassy hill to take naps on on a later occasion. Whether out of complete absent-mindedness or sheer focus, Mag had failed to notice that her bag strap had come off at the very beginning of her escapade.

As luck would have it; something, or rather someone, tapped her on the shoulder. She turn her head slightly, seeing someone from the corner of her eye. She then turned fully to face them. A slightly shorter girl stood before her, the sweat visibly beading on her forehead from.. what seemed to be running? Mag wondered why this girl would be running around before tapping her shoulder, but to each their own.

The young Pangolin waited for the girl to say something, because usually people said something when they wanted your attention, right? But this girl just held up a strap. It was a strap given to her by her foster father on her first day of living with him. A small yellow ball with a smiley face on it. Magnhild smiled back at the girl, albeit less intensely. She merely watched as the shorter girl pulled out a notebook, before scribbling something onto it.

’Your strap snapped off your bag in the courtyard. I got it back to you luckily.’ it read.

It took the Chimera a little bit of time to fully read the writing, her brow furrowing slightly. Her expression softened as her gaze moved back to the girl. "Oh, thanks." She responded simply, retrieving the strap from the girl. An awkward silence fell over the two as Mag kind of expected something else... But didn't get it. Oh! That's right! Pleasantries or whatever they're called!

"I'm Magnhild Voll, feel free to call me Mag.. And you are?" She says in a somewhat formal tone, whatever that may sound like. Since this girl spoke through paper and ink, Mag decided not to push for a handshake. Even though handshakes were the important part, as she was informed by her foster father.
@Mokley So it's like he explored all over the place already and met everyone in different circumstances?



Magnhild had completely tunnel visioned on her noodles as a myriad of conflicts happened around her. Allowing such food to go cold would be a sin in her eyes. But something else caught her attention.. Somehow.. The scent of curry wafted in her direction as another student sat down near her. A human student. It seemed that the girl wasn't bothered by the presence of the three Chimera that had gathered to this table, and thankfully so. The Pangolin didn't need anymore drama.. Not that much had happened from her perspective. Magnhild subconsciously moved closer to the human girl with the curry, slowly scooting over seat by seat. She had already finished her noodles, but she still had a spoon in her hand. She soon found herself steadily aiming her spoon at the plate of delicious smelling curry. Her mind blanked for a moment, and then a voice rang out from a megaphone, announcing the end of Breakfast.

"Uhm.." was all that escaped her mouth as she realized what she was about to do. She cleared her throat and promptly got up from her seat, her face slightly red from embarrassment. She was quick to let go of such a feeling as she reasoned that there was nothing to be done about it. Move on. And move on she did, rejoining the group as they continued their tour.

For the most part, the tour was like a blur to Magnhild; but she tried to take mental notes of as many things as possible. However, the social building didn't sound like a place she'd like to hang around for too long, especially not with random falling objects. As they made their way round the Art building, one of the sliding doors opened as a massive... thing? Walked out with trays of cookies. They smelt really good. Even though some of the students moved to the rear of the group, Mag stepped forward, taking one of the cookies. She was tempted to take more, but that might be a little rude. She'll definitely come back here later.

They soon came to the Central Courtyard, which was possibly the most extravagant, yet beautiful thing Magnhild had ever laid her eyes on that wasn't food. Some might say she had some weird taste in art, but she just simply likes what she sees. She didn't know what any of these statues actually represented, but she could appreciate good craftsmanship.

As the group walked on, the chimera was started to feel a little bored, her mind wandering off somewhere, causing her to almost walk into someone. Fortunately it wasn't anyone holding some dangerous experiment. What she got from Brovak's explanation was:
'The science building is dangerous, don't go anywhere other than the classrooms upstairs.' Simple enough. Mag wasn't about to break the rules within her first few days of coming to this place.

While the Pangolin was never much for sports, she felt as though she could get into something like swimming. She always liked floating around on the water.. Unless that's not what people do in pools. she made it a point to come here to try the pool, since she'd never been in one before, since lakes were the only thing near her hometown.

After what felt like an eternity, the tour finally ended with a explanation of the Dorm layout, something probably more important than other things mentioned on the walk. Due to her rather isolated upbringing and general lack of education, Magnhild had very little understanding of what 'compatible biology' was, but she merely accepted the rules as they were. Girls and boys can't be in the same room. That's it.

However, the 'choosing' of a roommate was somewhat difficult for her. She wasn't entirely sure who to even ask. The chimera stared at her sheet for a moment before looking up at the group. It would seem that some people had already decided on who they'd be with. She internally shrugged and decided to see if someone would approach her, otherwise she'd just leave it up to the teachers to figure that out for her. Thus she decided to go have lunch, before handing the paper into the Administration.

Off to the cafeteria once more!
@Mokley

As of Saturday, I won't be able to post anything for about a week. Sorry for the short notice, I'll be back soon!

(I might be able to post if I manage to get my hands on a Laptop. I'll let you know!)
A WIP. Lore coming soon..ish.
I'm super interested in this!! But.. I can't join because I'm going to be away for a week starting Saturday... Don't wanna join a new RP only to leave for a week :(
@CollectorOfMyst
Dark blue on dark gray is not that great... It's also not helpful that Flux was making my monitors super warm coloured! (to 'protect' my eyes.)
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