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6 yrs ago
Current That's being a writer sometimes, man.
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6 yrs ago
Because they can't be apart.
7 yrs ago
We should PUSH the climate SOMEWHERE ELSE!
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8 yrs ago
R.I.P. XXX
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8 yrs ago
I hoped you were lying Odin. Fuck... anyone but him.

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@KuraiAll good. Thanks for clarifying.
This is an introductory period with optional interaction, and it is NOT time to go to class, right? Kurai's post threw me off.
Not a whole lot but it's something to get started. Sorry for the delay.
The sun rising over the Land of Departure had done more than breathe warmth across the landscape.

Standing atop a slim, brown staff was a young girl. She balanced herself at the very top with just her right foot, the left had curled back just behind her, and the knee itself was pointed towards the ground below. She drew in deep breaths, silently filling her lungs and letting the fresh air keep her renewed and steady. In her hands she held a white teacup half-full of soy milk, handling it with care despite her position of rest. The light could be felt drifting across the grounds and coming towards her. Her eyes may have been shut to the first sight of the morning light, but she had felt it bless her body with its gaze nonetheless.

Lin smiled to herself, opening her eyes and looking eastward to the sun. “Good morning,” she said, closing her eyes again. The energy it bestowed her was giving her strength to face today. Training would begin in another hour; she would learn from her new master—one of many she hoped to meet—and be able to make friends with her fellow peers.

Despite her stillness, Lin’s confidence had wavered prior to the sun’s greeting. Mounting her staff and meditating on the positive side of things had allowed her to face the sun with strength rather than doubt. Her thanks couldn’t be expressed with words in any tongue she knew. “Are you ready for today, as I am?” she asked the sun, which only responded by continuing to shine its light upon her. She would take that as a yes.

Taking a sip from her cup, Lin crouched lower on the staff that held her. She jumped and switched feet, landing on its unmoving tip and bending her now freed right foot backward. The cup of milk had been shaken, yet not a drop escaped its container. Perfect balance.

“Han, I hope you are seeing a sunrise as beautiful as this.” Lin took another sip from her cup. Nostalgia threatened her to quit, to pack it all up and go to the home she missed—to the China that she loved so dearly. It was too soon for that. At the very least she wanted to be able to return home with a story to tell. Master Irakois could make so much possible for her. What she needed now was more patience… and another sip of her milk.

So begins her chapter.
I would say option one is best; let's finish up with Ruth and then open up the position for a while. See if we have any bad-to-the-bone writers willing to take up the mantle.

Should none be willing, I'm sure we can come up with a solution.


No problem man.
Thanks for letting us know, and thank you for the acceptance. Done.
It seems like, at least for now, it will only be the four of us---




Lemme just stop you right there Zoro because





*A quick note that her 'techniques' are more 'passive' things she can do whether through rigorous training and exhibiting control over her chosen element. If these are deemed too strong, or if you prefer I use more 'traditional' Kingdom Hearts techniques, I will rework things.
“Wishful thinking is wishful, John.” Samara replied, smiling briefly. He was right; there was no investment made in converting that ore into anything useful, not yet anyway, and with time not on their side they needed realistic ideas to aid the team. Lucky for her, John seemed to already have a plan.

Returning to his desk and searching through its contents, he had returned to her with a roll of paper that immediately captured her attention. If it wasn’t her with the brilliant ideas, it was always John to save the day in her stead.

Watching as he unfurled it, Samara narrowed her eyes at what appeared to be a biological blueprint of an alien species—Voltez. John would only keep something like this for one reason. Samara put his plan together just before she finished explaining it to her.

“Stupid plan? No, brilliant given our lack of options right now,” Samara gave the man credit. His ability was proving to be more useful than she originally thought. But despite its advantages, there was a flaw to the plan that John knew as well as she did. Her face softened with worry. “I know what kind of stress it’ll put on you. Our burned out power source could barely get four-fifths of our team here. Are you sure you have nothing else up your sleeve? We’re talking you powering something even a generator couldn’t handle on its own.”

John was dedicated to the Strike Force, as was she, but Samara couldn’t help but be worried about the kind of drain it would put on his body. She wasn’t entirely familiar with the biological details of the Voltez, so maybe John knew that their typical biostructure could handle the amount of juice necessary. She hoped that was the case, for his sake.
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