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C'mon guys, don't let the adventure end before it even starts!
C'mon guys, don't let the adventure end before it even starts!
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STATUS: @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins. 3 yrs ago
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
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Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
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@YamiCuoreLaroux
Atticus couldn't help but laugh at himself a little too. He really WAS taking this too seriously. After all, it wasn't like he was here to become some archmage that could...like...explode a mountain. He just wanted to get his general education out of the way to start getting payed higher than minimum wage. Truly the loftiest of goals. Taking a deep breath, Atticus relaxed his shoulders and just craddled the orb in his hands, looking into it as if he was trying to see his reflection in it.
After a moment, he saw something. Himself...standing in front of a crystal clear lake. Slowly, he saw whatever representation of himself that this was step out onto the water. Rather than his foot sinking down, it...stood atop the water. A soft wave surging out from the point of contact, hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of ripples all emenating from his single point of contact. Stepping out with his other foot, the water was clashing against itself, ripple against ripple. He didn't really understand why or how, but he started to run inside the orb. Each step seemed to resound with a sound he could feel within his bones, every step despite how normal it was serving the purpose of carrying on...something. A song? No...he couldn't hear anything. He just knew. A dull ringing echoed in his mind outside of the orb, and once he let go of the sphere, his visage took one final step, plunging to the bottom of the lake completely, the crystal ball returning to being normal.
Rubbing his temples, he looked at the robed instructor, quickly asking: "Um...Did any of that make sense to you? I was...standing on a lake and...there was music. Not-Not music, but like...a rhythm. I felt my hands shaking too.", literally unaware of the nature of the magic. While it may have appeared to have something to do with water to the naked eye, an adept mage would be able to discern that his natural affinity lied in Vibration magic, manipulating pulses and sound through the caster's surrounding.
Atticus couldn't help but laugh at himself a little too. He really WAS taking this too seriously. After all, it wasn't like he was here to become some archmage that could...like...explode a mountain. He just wanted to get his general education out of the way to start getting payed higher than minimum wage. Truly the loftiest of goals. Taking a deep breath, Atticus relaxed his shoulders and just craddled the orb in his hands, looking into it as if he was trying to see his reflection in it.
After a moment, he saw something. Himself...standing in front of a crystal clear lake. Slowly, he saw whatever representation of himself that this was step out onto the water. Rather than his foot sinking down, it...stood atop the water. A soft wave surging out from the point of contact, hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of ripples all emenating from his single point of contact. Stepping out with his other foot, the water was clashing against itself, ripple against ripple. He didn't really understand why or how, but he started to run inside the orb. Each step seemed to resound with a sound he could feel within his bones, every step despite how normal it was serving the purpose of carrying on...something. A song? No...he couldn't hear anything. He just knew. A dull ringing echoed in his mind outside of the orb, and once he let go of the sphere, his visage took one final step, plunging to the bottom of the lake completely, the crystal ball returning to being normal.
Rubbing his temples, he looked at the robed instructor, quickly asking: "Um...Did any of that make sense to you? I was...standing on a lake and...there was music. Not-Not music, but like...a rhythm. I felt my hands shaking too.", literally unaware of the nature of the magic. While it may have appeared to have something to do with water to the naked eye, an adept mage would be able to discern that his natural affinity lied in Vibration magic, manipulating pulses and sound through the caster's surrounding.
@YamiCuoreLaroux
Atticus took a breath of relief, placing his palm on his right pectoral. "Ah, thanks...I was worried that it'd be following me around for a week. Last thing I wanted was to be called Bird-Poo Haywood." he says, gingerly folding his uniform to where the bird-splat was on the top and set it before the desk, stepping past it. Curious about the orb, Atticus put his hands on the desk and looked at the sphere from every angle. Yup. It was round. Content with it being completely round and not a trick of the eye, he listened to the Banana-robed mage.
Assuming that since the mage was gesturing to the orb, Atticus nodded and moved closer, placing his hands to the side-arcs of the sphere. "So uh...l-like this, right? Am I looking for anything in particular?" he asked, leaning close and peering with one eye, like he was trying to look through a telescope, hunched over quite a bit to look into the ball.
Atticus took a breath of relief, placing his palm on his right pectoral. "Ah, thanks...I was worried that it'd be following me around for a week. Last thing I wanted was to be called Bird-Poo Haywood." he says, gingerly folding his uniform to where the bird-splat was on the top and set it before the desk, stepping past it. Curious about the orb, Atticus put his hands on the desk and looked at the sphere from every angle. Yup. It was round. Content with it being completely round and not a trick of the eye, he listened to the Banana-robed mage.
Assuming that since the mage was gesturing to the orb, Atticus nodded and moved closer, placing his hands to the side-arcs of the sphere. "So uh...l-like this, right? Am I looking for anything in particular?" he asked, leaning close and peering with one eye, like he was trying to look through a telescope, hunched over quite a bit to look into the ball.
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Roxie, Mateiu and Soph are free for talking to, besides the two duders having a face-off. Cecile also exists...somewhere. Noel too.
Roxie, Mateiu and Soph are free for talking to, besides the two duders having a face-off. Cecile also exists...somewhere. Noel too.
Hey @The Irish Tree, what do you think of my drawing of Megan hiding beneath Atticus's arm?
Needs more bird dooky on the uniform.
@YamiCuoreLarouxAlso, Yukissa is still alive, I believe.
I got so bored before my exam yesterday that I drew Megan hiding under Atticus' arm. XD
That sounds exceptionally adorable.
"Physician, treat thyself once thee geteth off thine crazy train."
Finally able to touch the ground with his feet, Leonard was a little wobbly, a hint of green evident on his cheeks even in spite of his mask. Motion sickness coupled with nausea... Leonard was lucky that he was already nauseous, or else the sight of that severed arm would have pushed him over the edge. Almost did. Were those...shark bites? Anyways, his knees were shaking steadily, his arms clutching each other beneath his cloak as he was greeted by a rather odd individual...he looked sort of familiar. Lapses in memory aside, Leonard smiled a little at the compliment to the mask, and extended his now-steady hand to shake his. "P-Pleasure's mine...I-I-I'm Leonard." he said in introduction, bashfully looking away. He was never good with meeting new people, especially when he felt like he was about to puke and piss himself, AND shit himself. And maybe vomit again.
Noticing as well that Nikko was moving on, Leonard moved to follow after her, though he was promptly man-handled by an oil-tendril. Confused, a little scared, and nauseous all over again, Leonard just helplessly trying to wriggle free until they reached the port.
Shrugging, Atticus answered Loki simply with: "Kinda. Never had a doctor poke around all over me. Do they really do that thing where they take their thumb and stick it up your-" he stopped as a girl he'd never met before suddenly commented on his height. Somewhat unnerved by how curious the one-armed girl was about his height, he responded simply with: "L-London, I'm from London. It's err..." pausing for a moment, he thought about it, and the fact that this conversation might go better places than where a prostate exam takes place. Not wanting to leave Loki out, he asked: "Say, where you from Loki?", genuinely curious.
Once he'd gotten his answer, he'd nod and introduce himself to the one armed girl. "Name's Atticus. What's your's?" he'd say, before perking up, hearing his name be called to room C. Having the decency to wait for the girl's answer, he'd move to go to the testing room, saying: "Well, I'll be back once this is all over. Good luck on your test guys." as he stepped forward, walking at a brisk pace to get in there and ask the examiner a very important question.
"D-Does the campus have a laundromat somewhere? I uh...got something on my uniform?"
Once he'd gotten his answer, he'd nod and introduce himself to the one armed girl. "Name's Atticus. What's your's?" he'd say, before perking up, hearing his name be called to room C. Having the decency to wait for the girl's answer, he'd move to go to the testing room, saying: "Well, I'll be back once this is all over. Good luck on your test guys." as he stepped forward, walking at a brisk pace to get in there and ask the examiner a very important question.
"D-Does the campus have a laundromat somewhere? I uh...got something on my uniform?"
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