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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uicle

Grumbling curses(most of the directed at Aarem), Uicle picked himself out of the splinters that had been a chair only moments before, selecting students to follow him on his own tour. As he began to lead the group out, Greg trotting beside him, he introduced himself. "I'm Uicle, teacher of Necromancy in the College. You'll notice three things about me, early on. One: I'm always carrying this staff." He held up his staff to emphasize his point. "Two, I have the worst luck in the history of Tien. Three, I wear my armor all the time. Don't ask about the first and get used to the second, and we'll get along fine. As for the third, I assure you it's not by personal choice, and the less you know the better." Which was an understatement, really. Aarem might decide to make a curious individual's life miserable. Maybe not as long as he had Uicle's, but long enough that Uicle would know it wasn't casual bad luck, and know that he caused it. Which was irritating, to say the least. Greg gave an impatient sounding metallic bark, drawing Uicle's attention to him. Chuckling, he added, "And this is Greg, who is with me most of the time, when he's not causing mischief for the rest of the College." Greg looked unabashed by the accusation. In fact, some might say he was proud.

"Well, follow me then. First stop is the Forge. A piece of advice, don't touch anything unless Tyrael, the Demonomancy teacher, says you can." On the way to the Forge, Uicle's words about his luck proved true. A small piece of the walls came loose, hitting him on the shoulder. When he tried to open the door to the forge, the handle came straight off, and as soon as he walked in, a hammer flew from a smith's hand and struck him in the face. To the students, Uicle said, "I did warn you about my luck." He continued cursing Aarem mentally, and waited with weary resignation for the next mishap.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

I'm fairly certain we still have spots open...

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Frettzo said
LUCIUS. TRAUMA.

This is Lucius we're talking about. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN PREPARED.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucius Cypher said
Stripping bitches with my magnificence. You just can't win.

I....*Sighs*

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Aramir

"Still. You didn't have to. Thanks." Aramir said, smiling. The light and playful punch, while not hurting, rocked her light frame. Aramir managed to keep her feet though, and was still smiling. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad first day after all. Aside from her panic attack and subsequent embarrassment, she apparently had already made at least a friendly acquaintance. Someone who was willing to help, even if it was in an overly violent manner. As she talked, rather dismissively, to Khan(The headmaster? Aramir wondered) Aramir let her eyes wander and wondered slightly what to do with herself.

Which of the two teachers to join. The one with glowing armor who just fell to the ground as the chair he was sitting on literally crumbled away beneath him, or the pink haired one. One doesn't seem better than the other...though, Lidda doesn't appear to be accident prone.. She mused, when the decision was made much easier by Alaira offering to show here around. "Sure! I would appreciate it." Aramir said with a bright smile. She would need to talk to Khan later, but he appeared busiy enough right now. Best not to pester him with her problems as of yet. "Lead on." Aramir said, gesturing expansively to the College at large(it also provided a much needed relief from craning her neck to stare at the giants all around her)

As she glanced around, she allowed herself to marvel how far she had come, smile growing wider in enjoyment and excitement. Only a year ago she was sure she would live out her life as a member of the tribe, marry, have many children, and then die of old age as the cold took her. But of course, this was only possible because her tribe tore itself apart in front of her. She reached to her back, feeling the stitches that she had sewn to repair her vest and the scars beneath them. Her smile abruptly fell and disappeared, and she felt tears in her eyes. No. Not here. Not now. She commanded herself, hastily wiping them away before anyone could see them(she hoped). "So. Where are we going first?"

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

*Whistles*

So. Hows everyone been doing..

The Scrolls of Aerusya - The Throne of Evil

Better? PFFFT. No one can beat the derpy pony.

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Good to know. (DAMN YOU COMPUTER! DAMN. YOU.)

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

You can say that again.

Anyways, you're up in the Viera Zanna Collab.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Why do I keep clicking those...

Because you're a fool. :p