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The Wheel Weaves as the Wheel Wills [Seeking F]

As the title implies, I'm hoping to find a female partner for a Wheel of Time roleplay. I have some ideas for a plot that could take place some years after the conclusion of the series. Depending on how far in the future we agree to have it done, some characters from the series could appear. However, I would want it to focus on main characters of our own creation. An Aes Sedai, somewhat recently raised to the shawl, and her warder, specifically. My plot is not really all that fleshed out at the moment. Suffice it to say that it involves a dangerous enemy, though it is unclear as to whether they serve the memory of the Shadow or seek only to empower themselves. I expect my partners to be of age, and I certainly hope them capable of stringing a couple paragraphs together for a reply. My range varies, but I can adapt to whatever you bring to the table. As for limits: I have none. Please bring up any you may have as soon as possible. If you wish to discuss this further, please PM me so we can begin coming up with ideas. I look forward to hearing from you soon!

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Give us that OOC, if you would. I'm aboard.

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UnendingEmpire said
But which one did I do first, change my avatar or start playing this? >:)

Oh dear Christ. :D

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Oliver obliged, trying his best to keep up with her. She was so quick, bounding up the steps without any trouble at all. It wasn't that Oliver was clumsy or anything; he just liked to take his time with a lot of things. Michi, on the other hand, was always such a fountain of energy. It was quite the relief that she was the meister and he was the weapon, because he tired out far too easily and couldn't move very fast.

"We'll be better!" he assured her loudly, "Better than anyone!" They were nearly to the front doors now. Plenty of students became visible, milling about in front of the Academy or entering through the doors. None of them really seemed to pay he or Michi any mind, as they were mostly more experienced students. That would all change one day. Everyone would know their name soon.

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Oliver couldn't help but notice the wonderful scent that trailed behind Michi as they made their way through the building. He thought it was rather strange for a moment. It was most unlike Michi to wear anything like that. She typically strayed away from overtly feminine things like that. It wasn't that Oliver didn't like it; it was rather exhilarating as a matter of fact. It was just a little out of the ordinary.

Michi and her mother had a short exchange in Japanese, which Oliver didn't quite follow. Sure he'd been living with them a few months now, but he couldn't pretend to be an expert in the language just because of that. Taking the offered rice ball, Oliver devoured it rather quickly whilst following her outside. It was their customary weekday breakfast, of sorts. They were always fresh and hot, and they did much to disperse any of the remaining cobwebs left from sleep. "Thanks!" he was sure to call out before they departed.

Once outside, they were greeted by the looming oddity that was the DWMA. Impossibly massive, it dominated the view in this part of town. The absurdly large front steps of the Academy were just a couple short blocks' walk from the Ueda's residence/restaurant. As it were, it was almost impossible to be late for class living this close. As the pair made their way towards the steps, Oliver turned to consult with his meister. "So... whaddya reckon? Think we get that first mission today?" he asked, looking rather hopeful. It had to be only a matter of time.

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Oliver nodded in response to Michi as she scurried into the bathroom. He didn't mind having to wait. It was pretty common for him to be up and ready way before her. Mornings were pretty easy for him to bear, even if he stayed up late the night before. Oliver barely even noticed her state of dress, or rather, undress. It had been pretty clear from day one how comfortable she was around him. Indeed, her entire family seemed extremely close, and it was as if he was just another member. Still, it wasn't like he was going to start walking around in his boxers all the time. As the shower water began to run, Oliver took his phone from his messenger and consulted it. There weren't any outstanding messages or otherwise for him to respond to.

Oliver reflected as she showered. He had certainly learned a lot about Japanese language and culture, even in the short time he'd been living here. Moving to America had been quite the culture shock, but moving in with a tightly-knit family with far-eastern heritage was even more so. They were incredibly accepting of his eccentricities, it seemed. Also, they weren't harsh on him for doing things differently. Indeed, it had turned out to be quite the positive experience so far.

Michi exited the bathroom in a haze of steam, fully dressed and seemingly ready for the day. "Lookin' smart today, Mi," he observed with a smile, using his personal nickname for her, "You about ready?" His accent wasn't showing any sign of leaving, and it wasn't likely to no matter how long he lived here. It drew odd looks every now and then, but most people at the Academy had learned to get used to it, along with his unusual words and expressions. One such example was his use of the word 'smart' just then. It wasn't meant to be an observation of intelligence. No, it was more a way to compliment her appearance without being overtly awkward.

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It could be said with some certainty that this was the first morning where Oliver Selwyn didn't feel strange for waking up in this particular room. Alas, it seemed he may have finally started becoming used to the environment he now found himself in. It was with this sentiment that he rose from his bed, intentionally earlier than Michi or either of her brothers. After a quick shower, Oliver returned to his room, shut the door, and began preparing for the day. The sounds of the Ueda family stirring, both beneath his room in the restaurant and outside his door, became more evident as time went by.

Oliver put on an undershirt, a light blue blazer, and a pair of skinny jeans before standing in front of the mirror and attempting to fight with his unkempt white hair. He was always one to attempt a presentable appearance, and it usually succeeded quite well. As he considered the mirror, his thoughts wandered towards the coming day. What would be in store for them at the Academy today? Would they have combat training again? Or would Professor Albarn decide for a less intensive lesson? What about Dr . Stein's class? Would his seemingly insane experiments cause someone to get sick again? In the back of his mind, Oliver hoped some sort of clue would be given as to when he and Michi would embark on their first mission. Walking past the bounty board every morning, knowing that people were claiming missions left and right without them, was rather frustrating. He and Michi were beyond ready, but they couldn't claim missions until they had been given their first one and were reviewed favorably by Lord Death.

He had, of course, discussed this point with Michi over many a cup of tea on some nights. Usually she was difficult to get sitting still, but whenever he actually did manage to convince her, the talks they had were very interesting. She had a lot on her mind, just as he did, but neither of them seemed willing to let any of it out unless the fancy took them. Professor Albarn always told the class that the most important thing a weapon-meister pairing could do was talk. The more they conversed, the more they understood each other. The more they understood each other, the better their soul wavelengths worked together. Oliver, studious as always, did his best to take this advice to heart.

Once Oliver was fully satisfied with how everything looked, he slung a plain black messenger bag across one of his shoulders and exited his room. Out in the hallway, the sounds of movement all around the building seeped through the walls. Michi's door was still closed, so Oliver stood patiently near the end of the corridor, waiting for her. Just another day of class stood ahead of them... or did it?