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7 yrs ago
Y'know with all the new Isekai concepts coming out, I wonder if there is an isekai concept for "Reincarnated as a Truck that sends people to other worlds"
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7 yrs ago
Draw 2 Cards
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10 yrs ago
When your bored but don't really know why.
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11 yrs ago
That moment when you have a billion ideas and can't write them all down
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11 yrs ago
I always win the coin flip... always...
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<Snipped quote by Joshua Tamashii>

Uh. Well, I personally don't like the new rules (though I'll wait a bit longer to reserve final judgement) so I'd be inclined to keep this Old School. However, if people wanted me to, I could definitely BS something in-universe where everyone now plays with the new rules.

For now, though, let's wait and see.

<Snipped quote by Scarifar>

Same, but I'll prolly still be playing Legacy formats.


Ahem Rule change year 2 so its like he hippity hoppity new method aww yea.
Its a short post I know. but its one of two. I am just really busy this week.

Taka Frederick & Assassin

Interacting with: @Shadow Daedalus


They had arrived at the safe house. It was pretty big. Bigger then taka had been previously expecting it to be. She thought he would lay completely low but the house appeared to have some luxury that she herself had been personally lacking. Now how did she explain to this man that she had no money and essentially would have to live off him like a lifeline? She would just keep it a secret until the last possible moment. So she certainly would have to enjoy living here. It was better than nothing, and Jack could finally experience at least a little more what it was like to be a child, In short, she loved it.

"Oh no silly, I don't need anything from my place." She laughed as though dodging saying why, "But yes I would like a drink, do you have coffee, I could really go for some coffee, oh and some milk for Jack please if you would." She said nodding over to her servant who was busy trying to figure out what to do with herself. "Oh and if you may, some painkillers would be nice for my neck as well."

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Jack was lost. She really really really wanted to kill the man but she couldn't as he was now an ally to her mother. It was frustrating, very much so. She wanted to cut, chop and eviscerate this guy but his servant was in the room. Speaking of his servant, his clothing reminded her of the common Londoners of her time period. It certainly peaked her curiosity. It reminded her of home...

"Mr servant sir? What's your name?" She asked with a voice like a child in an attempt to throw him off guard. You never show your true tricks of the trade, unless you're going to kill them there and then. "You just look like your from London that's all." She said continuing her observation. Her head quickly turning at her mother's mention of milk...
@1Charak2Alright Charak are you going to be able to post soon?


Tomorrow should be the day. (sorry about not doign today or yesterday guys. I had important stuff to do, though rest assured I am not dropping nore am I going to stay inactive.)
Alright guys. This weekend is going to be a busy weekend. What with having to get stuff done in terms of revision and what not for certain assignments. So if by some miracle I can get a post up this weekend I shall. Though it will be somewhat unlikely.

Vincents Aftermath

Vincent waited until the two nuisances had left his immediate vicinity. Ignia had hit him good. It still hurt a little, the girl knew how to throw a punch that was for certain. She had fought dirty and he could respect that to a degree, he had the upperhand against her in every other way. He'll accept this little loss for now.

Vincent trod out into the hallway. He was hungry again for the thrilling taste of Victory. He knew that to be a certain factor inside his own mind, a factor that drived him to keep fighting.He was alone with his own thoughts for a while. He like to think himself as superior to the vast majority of Dark Dorm students. He couldn't seem to find anyone of equal merit just yet.

He walked into the Dark Dorm, graffti was sprayed all along the wall of the corridor with such postives messages like: Keep out, Darksworn or death along with a bunch of other completely positive messages that just helped you feel better after a long day of fighting. Vincent sighed as he walked past a pair of students dueling eachother at night no less! This was a common sight in the Dark Dorm at least when he was there, someone was always fighting someone else..It annoyed him that his room had to be situated in the furtherest recess of the dark dorm, where even security preferred to not go.

He looked at his door to his dorm his eyes glancing left and right to check the hallway. His door had already been painted on by some punk. It was labeled surprisingly accurately as 'Problem child' It seemed someone was butthurt. Vincent stepped inside his room. It had been nearly completely clean the last time he checked.

It seemed someone had played a literal heavy storm in his room. All of his possessions and clothes lay thrown out of drawers his small stack of spare cards looked like someone had gone through and neatly sorted them all, to memorise them perhaps? The one moral code in the dark dorm was the respect for the deck. You didn't just take another man or womans deck. There was nothing against winning them through duels though or writing down what your opponent owned which was probably the case here.

Vincent just shook his head and started shoving his clothes unneatly back into the drawers, leaving his cards as they were. None were missing so he didn't really care. He pulled out his deck looking at it contemplatively. He doubted anyone would go in the room if he was in it. He placed his deck down on his small stack of drawers, offloading his duel disk onto it as well.

He walked over to the door looking left and right down the hallway. Wondering if the world was going to give him anymore chance encounters. He took his toothbrush and made a small trip to the bathroom. Hygiene was a must if you wanted to smile cockily at all the idiots at the school. He brushed his teeth in another popular sight of the war between gangs. The bathroom has broken cubicle doors and a few taps refused to pour 'hot; or even cold water.

Vincent loved his new residence. The constant fighting was where he belonged. When he woke up toorrow he was going to smash some heads togather for the thrill of it. He started walking back to his room. He had left his door wide open. He cursed at his mistake, readying himself as he turned the corner and looked inside his room.Nobody was there. He was just being paranoid. He threw himself onto his hard mattress and went to sleep...
@Shadow DaedalusHey shadow you should do something for Charak you haven't posted in a few days. No rush really but I'm sure Charak would appreciate it.


That is actually my fault Vance. I had only recently posted Jack's response yesterday.



Rider heard her masters response. I-I mean obviously you couldn't with that blindfold on, but I thought you must have been using some kind of magic that allowed you to see through it. You mean you really can't? He said across the link as if he was only just figuring it out. Of course she couldn't see through her eye mask, otherwise her passive noble phantasm would activate and probably kill her master, considering what she could see about his mana reserves through her inference of magical energies. I really can't see master. she said across the link as if confirming a child's question.

Her master continued. He was smart enough to figure out it was to do with her eyes, not like it took any higher cognitive thinking because she had already stated her name but she responded to her his statement of names. If you want to Master you may call me by my first name, I will grant you that respect if I may call you Ren, out of the company of friends, though, I would prefer you go by my title to not give away all of our game plans. she said slowly across the link as if to emphasize her demands.

She waited for her master to return from his trip upstairs wondering just what he would get her that was so much better than her blindfold. The sudden yell of "Try These" in her ear got the message across to her that her master really wanted her to try them on. These glasses that could seal her mystic eyes. A best of both worlds. "How do you have these?" She said allowed questioning her master as she felt the glasses frame in her hands. A gift for her? Ren was so nice, how sweet. Her old master didn't get her a gift. So it was safe to say this master was going to be a keeper.

"Well. I guess if I am quick enough... I change into these glasses in here" She began as she turned away from everyone, making sure that they were all out of her field of vision. She took a couple of steps away so she was at a fair distance. She raised her hands up to her face. Pulling off her blindfold which essentially vanished in her hands. A signification of the removal of her Gorgon Breaker.

At once light poured into her eyes, it was tainted a slight shade of purple as if the color of poison. She didn't blink, her eyes unblinking unfazed. They were jewels in her socket. They were the significance of her name, the pivot of her legend. Her eyes were colored grayish in hue, her pupils rectangular in shape. She saw the world differently to most. This was the first time she had seen the world after such a massive time gap. It was certainly what was referred to as... The modern household. She looked down at the glasses her master at gave to her. He had a nice taste.

She put them on her face, the purple hue fading from her sight as if to signify the eyes having their petrifying effect negated. Truly these Breaker things were a marvel of an Item. She would love to have more of them. To her, these things would be worth 10 time their weight in gold if she could read and not petrify all the humans around her.

She turned back around and looked at the group. Her eyes were no longer a complete grayish hue and had taken on a purplish coloration which was still an unnatural color for a 'human' to have and yet her pupils were still very much rectangular though so any facade of normal eyes was completely gone, at least she didn't freeze the entire crowd.

She was looking at her master first and the first thing that was going through her head was... Oh the Gods. I actually thought he was younger. Now I look like I was flirting with him and now hes going to think I am actually into him and... She sighed audibly as she composed her thoughts. Giving the rest of a group a wink (something she was now capable of doing now that her eyes were somewhat sealed). "Well now that I can tell what you all actually look like..." She began. "You sound younger then you are Ren." She looking to her master. "Also, You are as ugly as I thought 'Professor'" She continued pointing to the man in front of her. "Honestly, you really need to learn how to treat a lady." She said with an annoyed huff on her face before continuing onto the professor's servant. "And you... Well, your appearance already does the commentary for me." She said as she waved her hand as if to show how insignificant she thought of Lancer perhaps if both Lancer and the professor had been nicer with the introductions she wouldn't treat them so badly.

She'll stop eventually when they both prove that they are decent human beings but she just stood there looking at everyone. Getting used to the fact that she now needed to blink every now and then. "Master, I also think I am going to need a new outfit..." She said looking down at herself. "Glasses wouldn't fit with my regular attire you know..." she sounded very embarrassed.

Taka Frederick & Assassin

Interacting with: @Shadow Daedalus


Taka watched her new 'friend's suspicious look of her as if he was reading her with his eyes. Was he wanting something specific? Surely she made it clear that they weren't going to hurt him after all he still had the mana leak on him. It made her wonder. Jack was busy looking at her for advice on how to deal with people in a manner other than killing them. Bless her. Her 'daughter' was so lost with talking to people sometimes that it was adorable.

Of course, she wouldn't restrain her actions of being a surrogate to Jack in front of this gentleman. No sir, It was a sort of unspoken oath she took to be the mother Jack never had and to be better then her parents were at it all the same. She certainly cared a lot for her daughter even if she was a serial killer with some issues Taka understood it and like a good mother understood when her daughter needed space to vent some steam and frustrations.

She watched the servants raised expression at her own comment on head pats. It was fine to be surprised. She was joking anyway. Though this servant could be a problem if they got on the wrong side. Taka's mental thoughts continued to churn around in contemplation in a manner similar to Jacks subconscious murmurs. She had one very effective option she could choose.

She waited for him to finish what he was saying about having a safe house. Interesting. Probably better than what she had back at the apartment she squatted at. Maybe she could get a good shower and her clothes fully washed. Yea that would be awesome. Then she could get Jack another cheap dress to wear and-and. Taka shook her head bringing her focus back. She was talking about a man who had just beaten her in a fight. Though he would still make a good ally.

"Well okay, James, as a token of gratitude for not killing me." She began as she began to utter a spell under her breath removing the curse she had inflicted on him. He would at once feel a surge of relief as if he was once again whole. "I just removed the curse I placed on you. Your welcome. Certainly, I guess you could say we are at least like minded people. I don't know if we can trust you enough but for now, you've shown you can handle yourself and we need all the help we can get in this grail war so... Let's extend that temporary truce to an alliance shall we?" Taka said leaving her statement open for a response before continuing. "So are we going to go to your safe house or not. Its cold and I would rather not get hypothermia along with this neck injury."




Rider was certainly disappointed with the people her master called a friend. Did she really have to deal with these people? Surely her master could do so much better then this professor and his disgusting, filthy, unshaven, wretched, backwater urchin of a servant. So it made her happy when she did some damage to his foot. She knew he would be able to heal it off. Any mage worth their tax should be able to heal such a minor injury. It still felt good all the same.

She stayed silent in the corner listening to what was being spoken, ignoring the professor's comments about condoms whatever they were, his tone of voice seemed to implicit something of a sexual nature to them. So she ignored it. She didn't think of her master in that way. He was a tool to her currently in order to sustain her existence. She was just playing along with a nicety-nice act. It was certainly easier when her Master was probably the most respectable person in this room.

Sorry, Rider. These guys are our allies, so I think we kind of has to tell them. Don't worry, though, you can trust them. The professor's a creep, but he's not a bad guy. Usually... Her master's voice was coming through clearly in her mind. Certainly, she was going to use this link to speak a word of her mind

"Master I am about to list everything I dislike about these two while you talk to them. I expect you to listen to everything I say without failure..." She started as she spoke across the link for what seemed like hours when in reality it was only a few minutes. "...and thats why I believe the professor is a scam and his servant is a joke. Honestly, you deserve so much better. I might not be able to see them but I bet they are both either as ugly as their apparent nature or lucky enough to be given a face a mother could love before I mold it into what it should be!" She finished having finally vented all her frustrations across the telepathic link so only Ren could hear.

She sighed very apparently as she relaxed again. Rider didn't have much to do but to watch her master. She couldn't do any reading with her eye mask nor did she want to leave her masters side with those people in the room, so she defaulted to what a servant should always do.

Protect and serve.
Protect and serve
Protect and Lecture her master on how to have a backbone

@Shadow Daedalus

How is James doing with the Mana leak.
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