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7 yrs ago
Is there a way to clear all your statuses from 3 years ago :| I don't want this stuff on here
10 yrs ago
RIP MY THROAT X_X
10 yrs ago
I just remembered that I once read a creepypasta about slenderman killing Hitler and it was actually pretty good. Grammar-wise and stuff I mean, but it was about still slenderman killing hitler :|
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10 yrs ago
I wanted to find out how to communicate to wild Buns that I am their ally but it's a bit late because there's only one around our house now ;_;
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10 yrs ago
"I'm pretty sure if a Panther could go golden after slitting the throat of an Antelope and watch it bleed to death, it would." - youtu.be/sD_92oGkDXI?t=54s

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notdeadyet said
"PROFESORE ALLORE!" Headmistress issabella said with a start. "You simply must learn how to walk." She gave a small laugh, than turned, signaling for the teacher to follow her. "Let me show you to where your room shall be. Your office will be behind the classroom, and your bedroom above the office. After i show you to your class, id like to introduce you to a few other teachers, whom i expect you will work quite closely with." The headmistress took control of the conversation like she usually did. She gave the professor Allure verry little time to speak before they got to the class."Whatever you wish to teach, you may do so here. If you need supplies, or remodeling, simply inform myself or another headmaster."


"Duly noted." Alphonse said.

Alphonse marvelled at the headmaster's efficiency. The efficiency of a hunter. He thought.

He also liked the way his name sounded when people said it, he realized. He'd been given a first name a long time ago, so long ago that he couldn't remember who had named him even though that kind of person would have been a significant person. He'd tried to remember some time ago but he found that he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. The last name he had picked himself, because it was better for legal purposes if he had a last name. He had picked one that sounded good, and he was fairly satisfied with the result.

Hmm. He pondered as he walked. What are these teachers going to be like, I wonder?

So far, his experience with the school had been fairly limited. He still didn't really know what to expect from the staff or students. Still, he was pretty sure he could handle most things. Throughout the many years of his life, he'd travelled the world a few hundred times or so, not exactly on purpose, but he'd done it all the same. Over the course of his travels, he'd realized that the greater part of humanity was very ignorant about their own world. However, the academy was a different place where all are accepted. Who knows what he would find in this place?

The headmasters would. He reasoned. If there was anyone to ask about this kind of thing, it would be the head masters, and seeing that they had a little time he went ahead and asked.

"Should I be wary of anything while I am teaching here?"
What's going to be for breakfast? Is it just anything or do we have certain courses or something?
notdeadyet said
Headmistress Issabella looked back over her shoulder hoping to introduce the new teacher to dodo and Alastair, but was thoroughly dissapointed to see that he hadnt followed her. "Well, ill be back. I must find that new teacher. After all, there has been suspiscious activity on campus as of late, and i wouldnt want them to learn of it the wrong way." With that, she leaves the class, and goes back outside to seek out the other teacher. "PRROOOOFFEEEESSSSSSOOOOOOORRRR!" She calls out, using her magic to make her voice boom across the mountains.


Oh, Alhponse thought. The headmaster is looking for me.

Although he had just discovered a nice place to sit for a while, if the headmaster was looking for him, he didn't want to delay his return.

Time to return I suppose... He concluded.

He climbed a nearby tree and searched for the school. He found it easily, thanks to the fact that it was the only thing nearby. He was glad for that, he wouldn't have a repeat of this morning's disaster if he was this close to the school. He'd had problems with overshooting before, from above most towns looked the same as any other town. But it looked like it wouldn't be any problem while he was teaching at the academy.

Besides that, perhaps he should think about what he wanted the rest of the staff to call him. For his fellow teacher's he would probably prefer simply Alphonse, but he really like the way 'Professor Allore' sounded when the second headmaster said it. Still, he needed to head back now.

I'll just teleport for a little bit. He thought.

He gathered his will and focused a little. In a flash of light, he was in his photon form and already almost at the school. A bit of focus and another flash of light later, he was back in his physical form again. He had reformed two stories above the ground, but that wasn't a problem as he'd formed his body properly.

Ah, what a pleasant surprise. He thought. Incidentally, he'd landed right in front of the second headmaster. Twice in the same day... Ah well.

"Please, call me Professor Allore."
“Ah, Hello. I was expecting you. Well, not you specifically, but I knew someone would come here.”

You come to a fire, the exact nature of which you can’t remember, you see a person you can’t quite describe, and hear a voice which you can’t quite place. Where are you? What are you? Why are you? The questions suddenly come to mind, and their answers quickly follow.

“Don’t just stand there, come and sit down.”

The sounds of the Fire settle in your mind, the sounds it produces make the Fire seem warm and inviting. It feels like an old memory, even though you know you haven’t been here before. You slowly lower yourself into a comfortable sitting position in front of the fire. The motions are automatic, as if you had done this many times before.

“Please, tell me your name.”

The words spring to your lips as soon as the request is made, even though you know nothing of the stranger. You speak, and the stranger hears.

“I will remember that,” the stranger says. “I am referred to as the Fire Keeper.”

The Fire Keeper’s voice sounds familiar in some way, but different in others. You feel as if you have heard the voice before, but not this voice in particular. Regardless, the voice rests comfortably in your mind, much like the crackling of the coals.

“I tend to the Fire, and welcome all who would find comfort in its presence.”

The Fire’s warmth permeates your body, it feels calming and pleasant. Memories resurface themselves, memories of life, memories of love, memories of home. You feel them in your mind, as if the Fire gave them life.

“Please, tell me your story.”
--
A Fairy Tale for the Fire Keeper
Or
Stories for the Fire

Basically, what I want to have is a sort of campfire story setting where people come in and share their stories of whatever RP they’ve been doing. I kind of want it to be sort of like a place where people share their stories and interpretations of events in your RP.

I also kind of want it to be a sort of transit hub for characters moving from roleplay to roleplay.

I’m also thinking of saving some stories or all of the stories for future reference if anyone wants them or something, just to a word document or something.

I also don’t really know where to put this or how to really go about setting this up.
Any input would really be appreciated.
Ahhh... Alhponse thought. Lost again.

When he had looked back at the hunting class the second headmaster was leading, they had already gone far ahead of him. He saw them enter the forest, but when he had he found that he had completely lost them. He searched around for a few minutes before deciding to head back only to find that he didn't recognize the way he had come from.

That was probably the seventh time he'd been lost that day alone, but the forest was surprisingly enough, very pleasant to get lost in. The forest seemed to be quite nice for a place to get lost in. He could hear the regular sounds of nature; birds chirping, bushes rustling, etc. As well as some more exotic noises, some of which he recognize to be the calls of esoteric beasts, and some that he didn't recognized.

Also, getting lost without over shooting anything was somewhat nice for a change.

If no one looks for me, He pondered. I guess that means they think I can take care of myself.

The idea of strolling through the mysterious forest sounded like a grand idea. Perhaps getting lost could be fun sometimes.
For now we at least need someone to roleplay for the hell-hound so someone should PM him to see if they can take care of the hellhound for him
If no one does in a few hours I'll go ahead and do it
When's everyone's birthdays? I think we should have a party for something some time
Any one up for kittens? I feel like bringing a box in the morning for day 3
MasterOfCheese said
Oh, I was wondering by the way. What kind of instruments do all the characters play? I just wanted to know, like, in case we have music class or something. It'd be funny if some of the characters formed a band or something.


After Lunch we do whatever class we want so I wouldn't be surprised if we had some people doing music or something
MasterOfCheese said
Oh, I was wondering by the way. What kind of instruments do all the characters play? I just wanted to know, like, in case we have music class or something. It'd be funny if some of the characters formed a band or something.


After Lunch we do whatever class we want so I wouldn't be surprised if we had some people doing music or something
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