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2 yrs ago
Yeah that’s cool and all but you’re either shouting to people that already agree with you or someone that’s heard it before and finds it unconvincing. Either way, you’re worked up for nothing
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2 yrs ago
Don’t you people ever get tired of being angry all the time? Nobody’s changing their politics because of a status message on a roleplay website
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3 yrs ago
Everybody I see complaining that this site is dead has like 3 IC posts total. My brother in mahz you pulled the trigger
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4 yrs ago
Pokemon rivals peaked when they had your neighbor with unmedicated ADHD violently slam into you and then threaten to sue you after every gym.
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One more challenge. Max could do that. Hopefully, the more extra credit they did, the easier the directions got to compensate for the time spent on solving them. But did this one they just did count as extra credit or a normal part of the test? They had to solve it to get the directions, but the voice sort of implied they went above and beyond with the sibling crap, so- he was still overthinking this. He and Eris were both reasonably intelligent, they could probably get away with running on action rather than meticulous analysis.

"Can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this- Alright, fine, we'll do the next test. But only because I don't wanna accidentally walk into whatever the fuck Other-Eric looks like he's shitting his pants over," Max muttered as he started after the clones, yanking Eris along with a magical tug. He wasn't sure if their expressions were meant to be a warning about taking the easy way out, a hint that the next test was going to involve them getting hunted by some monster, or if the illusionist just felt like fucking with them.

"How long do you think they spent setting this up?" The mage pondered aloud, hoping to set the tone of the invevitable small talk to something other than Eris prying into his life. Plus, thinking about the backbreaking labor someone had to do to put them through this torment brought him a sick kind of pleasure. "Rigging a whole forest with individualized enchantments had to have taken forever. Unless this is all some weird shared fever dream they cooked up with mind magic, in which case I better not wake up with piss in my pants." Stars forbid he had to take a shit out here, that was going to be awkward regardless of it being real or hallucinatory.


@Hero


Max let out a relieved sigh as they were teleported back into the clearing; he didn't think he had it in him to keep going with that stupid puzzle. Not that sitting down and waiting for time to run out was preferrable. The weird voice spelling out their next instructions was a bit creepy, but Max did his best to focus on listening rather than internally insulting it. He doubted the voice would repeat itself if he asked.

"Tiltoure," He muttered, trying to get a look at whatever the voice was telling them to take. He jumped a bit as he saw himself staring back at him. "What the fuck. At least they got my face right. You look like more of a tool than usual, though." The mage really didn't want to think about why his clone looked like he was ready for a fight. It was just an illusion, after all. Hell, this whole forest might be one. Was that even possible?

Whatever, he needed to focus on the test. 'Quickest path' definitely sounded appealing, and 'more fun' definitely didn't, so taking one statue and leaving was probably prudent. Then again, Eris was liable to nag him about his grade if they just ditched the extra credit without even discussing it.

"Are we following these losers? Because I'm frankly fine with just the passing grade if it means avoiding another stupid illusion," Max questioned in a longsuffering monotone as he made his way forward to pick up one of the statuettes. Was there a difference? Didn't look like it. But why would there be multiples? The mage huffed and closed his eyes, grabbing one at random.


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Max raised his brow in the very beginnings of... whatever passes for a positive emotion out of him nowadays as the stars lit up, only to return to a particularly disdainful scowl as the lights flickered out. That was fucking useless.

There was an obvious click as he unlocked the gauntlet at his side, ready to start blasting stars at random, only to stop at Eris' voice. As the vampire finished his thought, Max was tempted to just start shooting again. It was a solid plan, but it fucking sucked. He was supposed to trace the whole fucking constellation that he couldn't even fucking see?

"You're fucking with me right now," He muttered flatly, reconnecting the pieces of metal orbiting his forearm into a functional piece of armor. How fun, they decided to flip the roles for this riddle and make Max the blind little lackey. He didn't really have a choice but to be ordered around; if they tried the magic thing from earlier in reverse, Max was pretty sure he'd end up getting confused in trying to follow Eris' movements through vague magical sensing alone.

Max moved his hand vaguely in the direction of the next cluster of stars, waiting for Eris' instructions. "Just tell me what direction to touch and count to three, I guess. And keep your directions to the point, I don't wanna hear anymore discourse about what shade of yellow these things are."


@Hero
I'm down, I like the idea of chars being second years.


"Better not be a clue written in astronomy trivia," Max mumbled halfheartedly back. He was tempted to try the magical approach again, but he had no idea where Eris' hand was in relation to the vampire's own star, or if he was even using the armored arm. The mage would just have to hope they were close enough on timing that the... illusion? This had to be an illusion, right? - recognized it as 'tandem'. Quite frankly, he didn't have high hopes. They were alright at mutual complaining, but any synergy beyond that was out the window.

He sent a narrow-eyed glare up at the blue moon out of spite. The moon, unsurprisingly, did nothing to defend itself. Coward. They were missing something here, and Max didn't like it. It wasn't anxiety about failing, either; it was far worse - if they fucked up here, whatever smug chucklefuck designed this test would get the satisfaction of knowing it tricked them. Max certainly couldn't allow that

After a few too many moments of silence and deliberation, Max let out an annoyed huff and started the countdown, "Whatever. Three. Two. One. Go."

He barely restrained himself from batting at the star like an angry cat, figuring that Eris would've likely gone for a softer approach and their timing would've been way off if he'd smacked the shit out of the little light the way he wanted to. Instead, he gingerly tapped it, already squinting and turning his head away in anticipation of a coming explosion of light. At least, he hoped it would only be light.

@Hero


Huh, that was actually a good thought on Eris' part. Couldn't hurt to try it, at least. As for the riddle, Max was out of ideas. It seemed to explain how to get into this... wherever they were, but nothing suggested what to do once actually inside. Did the stars spell out another set of instructions and they were just too dense to notice?

"All it said was something about siblings in tandem and choosing your fate. Stars and fate could be linked, I guess," The mage grumbled, vocalizing his thoughts in case Eris had an idea how to make sense of it. Barring that, they'd have to play two halves of a whole idiot and hope they could bullshit their way out at this point, because Max himself was certainly out of ideas. Thankfully, the sudden glow of yellow caught his eye in contrast to the earlier blue, prompting Max to swivel his head back and forth from the moon to the star.

"Hang on, there's a yellow star now. Is there anything blue on your end? Maybe we're switching colors. Or... maybe I'm supposed to touch that star at the same time you touch one of yours." But then what the fuck was the point of the moon? Was it just misdirection? There was some asinine symbolism in this somewhere, he was sure of it. The constellation had to mean something, but Eris didn't seem like he had a clue as to what it was. Maybe the exam designers had assumed a vapid celebrity would be an astrology expert. An easy mistake; Max could totally see Eris blaming his faults on his sun sign being a tortoise in retrograde.

Fuck it.

"I'm touching it, any objections?" Max called as he crouched down and extended his hand. He kept his fingers hovering near the star, but not close enough that it might brush the glowing orb should it suddenly grow in size or something.


@Hero


Totally forgot to post this. Lemme know if you want anything changed/clarified.


Max was expecting some kind of magical bullshit to happen, so the initial mist elicited little more than a wary glance around the area from the mage. He couldn't tell if the disappearing bird was a clue or a warning, and that was a bit worrying. He doubted they would've included anything dangerous, so touching the stars probably wouldn't blink him out of existence, but if it expelled him from the illusion when he still needed to be in it, they'd have a problem.

He lifted an arm as his vambrace unlocked in preparation to shoot one of the stars, when he was suddenly thrown off balance by the ground's sudden shifting. After stumbling his way back into a less precarious stance, he glanced around for Eris. No sign of him, just... the moon?

Max swiveled his head around as he heard Eris talking. He sounded like he was above him, but... was he behind the moon? Eris clearly wasn't seeing the same thing he was, and it looked like the illusions matched the images on their respective blocks. Wait, Eris could see? Max doubted that would last for the rest of the test, but he wouldn't complain if it did - less work on his end.

Whatever, it didn't matter. Right now he needed to focus on that riddle. Blue moon and - daffodil, what a pedantic jackass; it's fucking yellow, Eris - stars. Something about solace in others or mind or whatever. He certainly didn't see any others around, and his mind just thought this was bullshit.

"All I see is a moon," Max called blindly into the abyss, "There's a blue light that looks like it's getting brighter on my end too. I think they match the blocks we were carrying, but fuck if I know what the riddles had to do with this. Maybe we're supposed to touch it when it gets close enough like that bird did."


@Hero
@Dead Cruiser Pyromancer it is then. In a rough political oversimplification, are Lions generally more supportive of the Red Orders and the Eagles more supportive of the Cults given their values or do those groups have no correlation?
What lumps aeromancy in with the more forbidden stuff? Lack of understanding or is this some big brain Amun reference where 'air' entails way more than just air?

Either way, I was thinking either that or pyromancy. Maybe a Sekhmet aspirant.
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