Zombehs Member
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STATUS: And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists. 2 yrs ago
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Fugging caw caw.
Wut.
Huh… Oren wasn’t too sure what to make of the Headmistress’ welcome. While he could appreciate the speech being kept brief, its contents were a bit lacking and generic if he was to be honest. As some other students began to disperse, Oren walked out of the main hall at the head of the crowd. Where he slept for the night wasn’t too much of a concern for him, so he didn’t bother trying to claim a spot. If worse came to worse he didn’t even see sleeping outside to be an issue; the weather seemed quite mild as it was. What mattered more to him at the moment was seeing if appropriate arrangements had been made, or figuring out what to do if they hadn’t.
The locker room wasn’t completely empty as expected, Oren could hear voices bouncing off the walls. Ignoring them, he scanned the locker-lined walls for the, hopefully two, that would be his. It wasn’t too hard to figure which ones were his though; two stickers of the Atlesian symbol on two conjoined lockers was pretty obvious. Punching in the two separate combinations, he was rewarded with two doors swinging open to greet him with plenty of storage space. With a dull thud he set the mini-locker he had brought with him down next to the bench before he got to work on freeing himself from the hardsuit.
The process didn’t take too long and he’d managed to cut it down to only a few minutes with the many times he had practiced. Still, he didn’t see himself using the gift too often during his time at Beacon. If he wanted to better himself, the suit’s amplifications of his abilities would only serve as a crutch. Laying the folded bodysuit atop the armor pieces, he took a second to look at the disassembled powered armor before letting the locker door swing shut. The mini-locker fit snugly inside the other locker, and he took a few moments to unpack it. Two travel bags sat at the bottom while his weapons were secured on the walls. Fishing out some appropriate cloths, namely a white collared shirt, a pair of grey slacks, and a black long coat, Oren got dressed before he left the building to the sound of locks clicking shut.
He took a moment to just stop and breathe when he stepped outside; the day was quite a pleasant one. It was something to read that the weather was nice on a display in the corner of one’s eye, and another thing to actually feel it. With that done, Oren blinked and wondered what to do now. He could find something to do on the Academy grounds; be that familiarizing himself with the layout or lazing about, or he could hit up the town of Vale. Given how he would be spending most of his time on school grounds for the next little while, he figured any sort of familiarization he bothered with today could, and would, be done so in the coming days. Exploring the nearby city would take a good deal longer, so why not get a head start on it?
The locker room wasn’t completely empty as expected, Oren could hear voices bouncing off the walls. Ignoring them, he scanned the locker-lined walls for the, hopefully two, that would be his. It wasn’t too hard to figure which ones were his though; two stickers of the Atlesian symbol on two conjoined lockers was pretty obvious. Punching in the two separate combinations, he was rewarded with two doors swinging open to greet him with plenty of storage space. With a dull thud he set the mini-locker he had brought with him down next to the bench before he got to work on freeing himself from the hardsuit.
The process didn’t take too long and he’d managed to cut it down to only a few minutes with the many times he had practiced. Still, he didn’t see himself using the gift too often during his time at Beacon. If he wanted to better himself, the suit’s amplifications of his abilities would only serve as a crutch. Laying the folded bodysuit atop the armor pieces, he took a second to look at the disassembled powered armor before letting the locker door swing shut. The mini-locker fit snugly inside the other locker, and he took a few moments to unpack it. Two travel bags sat at the bottom while his weapons were secured on the walls. Fishing out some appropriate cloths, namely a white collared shirt, a pair of grey slacks, and a black long coat, Oren got dressed before he left the building to the sound of locks clicking shut.
He took a moment to just stop and breathe when he stepped outside; the day was quite a pleasant one. It was something to read that the weather was nice on a display in the corner of one’s eye, and another thing to actually feel it. With that done, Oren blinked and wondered what to do now. He could find something to do on the Academy grounds; be that familiarizing himself with the layout or lazing about, or he could hit up the town of Vale. Given how he would be spending most of his time on school grounds for the next little while, he figured any sort of familiarization he bothered with today could, and would, be done so in the coming days. Exploring the nearby city would take a good deal longer, so why not get a head start on it?
Well, which races we'd be allowed to play as?
Aside from that just waiting to see if there's more interest.
Aside from that just waiting to see if there's more interest.
Possibly...
I'm gonna be busy for this week, and disappear for this coming weekend. Procrastination + work = little free time.
But if you want to, I'll work something out.
But if you want to, I'll work something out.
Empire isn't really MIA, but yeah.
Blink. Pause. Blink.
Ingrained reactions fought with conscious thought for a moment before Oren regained full control of his body. Letting the tension dissipate with a slow sigh, he moved a hand back to his side from behind him; the holster he had been reaching for was empty and there wasn’t anybody that needed to be shot after all. Straightening himself from the slight crouch he had assumed, he also took a moment to survey the extent of the damage. Which wasn’t too bad after all; it seemed the reaction had been more flashbang than deadly grenade. Seeing little for him to do as students picked themselves up while others took the time to criticize the individual responsible, Oren decided to just move on and file the memory under ‘Interesting Shit that happened’.
A dull thunk was made as metal plates hit one another and then Oren stood up, this time with his locker attached to the suit’s back. When he stepped off he noticed, with a bit of surprise, that he wasn’t one of the last students off the airship. On the contrary, he seemed to be one of the first which was a bit odd, but in the end didn’t really matter. Surveying the Academy briefly, it was about as large as he had anticipated it would be. Larger than the Academy he had attended prior to enlisting, given it was a boarding school after all, but smaller than the base he had been posted to. The architecture had a much more unique feel to it than the plain grey, uninspired military designs though; with the skyscraping tower at the center easily catching his attention.
He didn’t pause to stare though, taking all this in while he walked towards the dining hall as the students had been directed. He didn’t need another reason for others to look in his direction, the hardsuit did a fine enough job of that for him. While not horribly irritated, Oren could say he looked forward to taking the armor off and hanging it on a rack for the foreseeable future. Alas, he would have to wait until after the Headmaster’s greetings for some free time.
Ingrained reactions fought with conscious thought for a moment before Oren regained full control of his body. Letting the tension dissipate with a slow sigh, he moved a hand back to his side from behind him; the holster he had been reaching for was empty and there wasn’t anybody that needed to be shot after all. Straightening himself from the slight crouch he had assumed, he also took a moment to survey the extent of the damage. Which wasn’t too bad after all; it seemed the reaction had been more flashbang than deadly grenade. Seeing little for him to do as students picked themselves up while others took the time to criticize the individual responsible, Oren decided to just move on and file the memory under ‘Interesting Shit that happened’.
A dull thunk was made as metal plates hit one another and then Oren stood up, this time with his locker attached to the suit’s back. When he stepped off he noticed, with a bit of surprise, that he wasn’t one of the last students off the airship. On the contrary, he seemed to be one of the first which was a bit odd, but in the end didn’t really matter. Surveying the Academy briefly, it was about as large as he had anticipated it would be. Larger than the Academy he had attended prior to enlisting, given it was a boarding school after all, but smaller than the base he had been posted to. The architecture had a much more unique feel to it than the plain grey, uninspired military designs though; with the skyscraping tower at the center easily catching his attention.
He didn’t pause to stare though, taking all this in while he walked towards the dining hall as the students had been directed. He didn’t need another reason for others to look in his direction, the hardsuit did a fine enough job of that for him. While not horribly irritated, Oren could say he looked forward to taking the armor off and hanging it on a rack for the foreseeable future. Alas, he would have to wait until after the Headmaster’s greetings for some free time.
Cool, good to hear.
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