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Current I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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5 yrs ago
I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?

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Jenso's foot struck, but Mikey let his body flow with the kick, feeling a slight sting rush up his ankle. While flipped, he landed on his hands and flipped backwards, onto his feet, and got back into a combat stance. "Haha, just as I thought!" Mikey announced, shaking his head. "I can't believe it!"
I have no strong opinions one way or the other. I'm very patient nowadays.
Mikey's foot scraped the side of Jenso's shirt, cutting the air. But he spun around with it and ducked low, under Jenso's punch. He spun 360 degrees, sending his foot careening all the way around his body, and towards Jenso's right side yet again.
~ Chapter 56 ~

Mikey V.S. Jenso


Mikey didn't wait for the announcer to say anything, and rushed towards Jenso at top speeds, clearing the distance in only a few seconds, and throwing a punch towards Jenso's face. The punch however, was a feint, and he was prepared to kick at Jenso after pulling his fist back, using his right foot and aiming for Jenso's ribs.
The woman rose her hands, "W-Wait!" She said softly, but Jenso was already gone. She'd managed to restore his energy, but something seemed off. Perhaps she'd missed an injury? Who knew.

As Jenso stepped into the arena, Mikey also jumped forwards and got into a combat stance similar to Jenso's. "May the best dude come out on top!" He announced.



~ End Of Chapter 55~
Vain's Victors? Ventus hadn't heard of them. He was out of touch with most goings on outside of wherever he'd been pushed with the promise of gold. What he did understand however, was that he was free to leave, immediately. Ventus shifted his body painfully, swinging his legs off of the bed and leaning forwards. "My thanks," He grumbled, holding himself upright with both hands firmly grasping the edge of his bed. He felt dizzy. Too dizzy to walk, most certainly. "I am native to Fellmore's farthest reaches, close to the border. This country's chaos is not lost on me. I'd been traveling on my own, effectively, for years," Ventus explained, darting around the captain's question, "And I was expecting a name, miss. I haven't heard of your victors, regardless of how absurd that might sound. I prefer to keep my head out of politics and war."
The mage wait for Jenso to lay on the table, and then one of the others, a woman, walked over and began running her hands over his body, a few inches above him. Her hands glowed green, but she looked rather surprised. "No injuries?" She whispered, looking to the black haired man.

"That's surprising, indeed. Just restore his aura, and his energy, as best you can," He ordered. Aura? Energy? Were they talking about Ki and Arcane energy? The people here seemed to know about magic and soul power after all. A loud announcement echoed through the ten moments after his healing began.

"Now for the semi final rounds, ladies and gentlemen! First, we have the mighty Jenso, facing off against Mega Mikey!"
"Ross? Ah, he'll be fine. We've put him into a deep sleep. He has some... Rather troublesome internal bleeding that we've been keeping under control. While he's asleep, it's much easier to deal with. Come right this way," The man stated, pointing towards one of the empty tables.
Jinn nodded and turned to Tetsuba, who'd seemed a little shocked that somebody had addressed him by name. The young boy glanced at Kazuhiko and nodded, while still cleaning specks of dust off of himself. "Call me Zay" Tetsuba muttered, "I prefer Zay." He'd liked Kazuhiko from the start. It had more to do with his eyes than anything else, really, but something about the boy was more respectable than most he'd met, even if they hadn't even exchanged more than ten words. Jinn turned back to witness her third student rushing over. Zay looked up, far less excited, especially when she started asking questions about his name. "Yeah, foreign," Tetsuba barked, answering her question briefly and looking back towards Jinn for guidance.

"Forgive his manners," Jinn cut in, with a humble nod, "Tetsuba- Ehm, Zay here isn't very social, from what I've been told. But there will be plenty of time to fix that!" Zay huffed at Jinn's confidence, and looked over his new teammates once again. Kazuhiko seemed more astute than Natsuko. His posture spoke worlds, and the way he observed his surroundings was rather telling. A thinker, was it? Or just another dog to the Hyuga name? Zay didn't care either way, it was a respectable type of composure! Tetsuba couldn't relate. Then again, he didn't have a family reputation to uphold at all, let alone one that mattered nearly as much as the Hyuga's. That girl on the other hand...

"Admittedly, I'm new to this whole, uh... Leader, teacher-type business. I've always been more of a soldier.." Jinn croaked, unsure in how exactly she was to approach training the children before her. Zay toned it out and focused on Natsuko. She seemed so much more care-free than the other boy in his group. The way she approached them, the look on her face, the way she sounded out his name... It all bugged him, more so than her question had. Tetsuba wondered if anyone here even knew what being a shinobi entailed? Whether they were a loyal prodigy, or a peppy go-getter, the point of all this training remained the same. Zay's eyes drafted away from Natsuko, and he began to look over the crowds. Genin glared at their group, both with jealousy, and pity. Paired with him? Good luck! Zay wasn't fond of what their eyes implied, but shrugged it all off with a hearty yawn. Jinn's eyes darted towards the boy, but she cleared her throat and kept speaking.

"That being said, I haven't had much time to prepare a lesson plan, or anything along those lines. So, considering the current uh, Dynamic that we've been gifted with," Jinn paused and glanced at each Genin briefly, "I imagine that getting a little more acquainted with one another would be an excellent start to our morning! But, as much as I love being surrounded by excited young Shinobi, I think it would be wise for us to set a much more reasonable meeting place, for today, and the future." Jinn smiled and rose one arm, pointing it towards the courtyard's exit and starting her way away from the academy. "We'll have plenty of time to talk as we walk- Ah, incidental rhyme!.. Ahem."

Zay immediately turned away from his teammates and shoved his hands into his pant pockets, lazily trudging after Jinn with his back held unusually straight. Zay had always been the lazy sort, but posture was of utmost importance to him! Especially since he rarely ever wore a shirt in the summer. Nobody needed to stare at a crooked spine, the mere thought embarrassed him more than any tumble through the dirt ever could.
~ Chapter 55 ~

What Was That? Speak up!


The tent was full of mages, bored to tears over the lack of cases they had to deal with. Ross was already inside, but he seemed unconscious as the mages tended to him. Did Jenso really deal that much damage?

"Need a boost?" one mage asked from the edge of the tent. He wore a white robe and had long black hair. His eyes were blue, and he looked rather handsome, much like the elves Jenso heard of in story books. But his ears weren't pointed..
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