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A Certain Magical Index: The Distorted Festival

And nevermind...

Some RP ideas based off of games.

Haven't played Armored Core much, but I would be up for a Mech RP.

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

Uh yeah, well sorry, but I'll be bowing out of this.

Game of Tails

And why I should not write when tired is presented.

Go tear it apart or something. Or leave it alone, that'll make me happy as well.

Also, nice job Komamisa. Purty.

Game of Tails

It wasn’t the most pleasant day to be out and about in the city; dark clouds hung overhead, the humidity levels were quite uncomfortable, and the air was thick and almost oppressive. Nevertheless people went about their daily lives and in the modern steel forest thousands of people passed one another without incident. Yet between the tall buildings, in the alleys they created, there was something something happening that wasn’t quite the usual.

A young tanned man with dreadlocks, quite an eye-catching hairstyle in this country, jogged through the backstreets. Most probably would have thought his clothes to be too thick for the weather, but Alam found comfort in the thick hoodie and jeans. He jogged at a brisk pace and despite the maze that was the city's backstreets he navigated it in a manner that spoke of experience or perhaps just natural intuition. His pursuers, a half a dozen or so boys, didn’t have that advantage and the distance between him and their group steadily grew. Yet Alam didn’t give them a moment’s pause to catch up - he just kept on running.

He had stopped muttering his mantra of, “Crap, crap, crap, crap,” a while ago, after it became clear he wasn’t in danger of losing the lead he had on the boys. Still… they were persistent if anything and Alam didn’t know if he should feel annoyed or impressed. For one reason or another, generally because of his appearance, a few people had seen him as a target after the move to the city. Yet most of them tended to back off after he put up a fight, or simply give up after it became clear he was quite the runner. These high schoolers seemed pretty hell bent on paying him back for the broken nose he had given their buddy though.

And as much as Alam enjoyed a good fight, a five against one was a great plan to end up at the doctor’s or worse. With that in mind, Alam had bolted immediately after he had smashed the one’s face in with his knuckle duster. It was annoying how he couldn’t go more than a week or two without running into or having trouble come looking for him. He kept his mouth shut and didn’t tell his parents though, he could manage it so far and they didn’t need to deal with anymore stress. The jobs that had moved them to the city was more than enough.

Alam was so lost in thought that he very nearly ran past a turn he needed to make and into a dead end, only realizing thanks to the sudden flash of light to his side. There was an awkward stumble forwards from his sudden stop, but it was better than the faceplant that might have happened instead. He backtracked towards the turn carefully, there was an odd, green glow to the ground around it. Peeking around, he noted quickly enough that, yes, the air was in fact glowing green just past the wall he needed to climb. He rubbed his eyes furiously, blinking quickly, but when he checked again the glow was still there and now he swore there were small glowing particles drifting upwards.

“What…”

There wasn’t really another appropriate response to the situation in Alam’s mind and despite the rational part of his mind that argued he should just make a detour, his curiosity would not be so easily deterred. He ran forward and jumped for the ledge as usual, fingers finding purchase before slowly hauling himself up and onto of the wall. He didn’t know what he expected to find, but what he saw only made Alam even more confused. There was… a magic circle? He didn’t have anything better to describe what the array on the ground below him was, and it certainly resembled what he saw in games and shows. It was right then and there that Alam just stopped to observe and decide to get the hell out; dealing with a few high schoolers was much preferable to getting involved with whatever was happening here.

When he shifted around to hop off the wall and back track some more though, he nearly smacked something in the face. “Woah!” Scrambling backwards, he was exceptionally careful not to throw himself off either side of the wall in surprise; one would do god knows what, while the other would just hurt like hell. Now that there was some distance between him and it, Alam got a better look at what had nearly given him a heart attack. A dark furred dog with purple eyes stared at him, and if the whine it made was anything to go by, Alam would have swore the canine was disappointed. “Wha-” he began only to be cut off the dog hopped off the wall and onto the side without the “magic circle”. Raising an eyebrow, he stared for a moment before he smacked himself on the forehead and shook his head, marvelling at his silliness.

Tempting fate wasn’t really a good idea.

Before he could even finish the thought of, ‘Really, who would make the connection between a ran-’ the damn dog hopped back onto the wall, only this time it seemed to like the spot where Alam was. The problem was… well the wall wasn’t big enough for the two of them, and lost in his thoughts, there wasn’t much Alam could do except tip over and off the wall. Not to say he didn’t make a vain attempt to save himself, but off balance and surprised he didn’t even come close. The last thing he swore he saw before he was swallowed was the damn dog grinning at him.

The College of Preicana

Sorry, that took a lot longer than it should have.

The College of Preicana

The greenskin wasn’t too bothered by the looks of suspicions, disdain, and wariness the citizens gave him. Val’kur was already fairly used to the mistrust that came with visiting any large settlement; his orcish appearance tended to inspire such feelings. There were of course also the occasional look of awe or amazement, generally from the children, which also wasn’t too uncommon. He usually towered over most humans and was built more heavily, though his attire likely also had something to do with it. With his hood up, cloak trailing behind him just a bit, and a heavy sawed blade hanging from his hip, his way of dress was also a far cry from the usual. The main reason was likely the bird that used his shoulder as a perch, and though it was unsteady and shaky his companion did not seem to mind.

It was an odd looking creature, resembling a crow in shape although its plumage was far different in color. With brilliant shades of light green, teal, and even azure, Val’kur’s companion was no doubt quite eye catching. The moment its eyes, pale blue and with a dull spark and glow, turned to watch those who watched it though, most people turned away with hushed whispers. Neither it nor its owner paid them any mind and continued onwards, their destination already in sight. Even for a seasoned traveller like him, it was a welcome relief to finally take a break from the road; he had travelled for several weeks now just to make it to the College on schedule.

Despite the long time he had to think on the decision, Val’kur still wasn’t sure if this was the right choice. Joining a guild, even temporarily or as a trial, was something entirely new to the halfbreed and the manner in which the offer had been extended still somewhat confounded him.

The man had been waiting in a small unnamed town that Val’kur had only bothered to stop by to sell and purchase some supplies. He had approached Val’kur while the halfbreed had set up camp, commenting on his companion and knowing it would mark him as different. Most people thought it was just a rather exotic bird that Val’kur had lent its shoulders to, and though they would be right, they also missed a lot of the truth. Inspite of what followed afterwards, the man nevertheless passed along his message to the half-breed: an offer to attend the College of Preicana, and the date at which he would be expected. Then the mage, or at least Val’kur assumed the man was one, had left just as quickly as he had appeared, leaving the half-orc to think.

He shook his head to dismiss the thoughts that concerned him. He had already come so far, and the chance to learn more about the magic he possessed was simply too much for him to pass on. Even if things weren’t as they seemed, he was sure he could figure one way out of this. Perhaps it sensed its companions turmoil or maybe it was just hungry, but Iskra was nevertheless quick to jab its beak at Val’kur’s head good naturedly. The pecking continued until, with a small chuckle, the half-orc stopped in his walk and approached a nearby stall vendor.

Given how fast Iskra had devoured its share of the skewers he had purchased, Val’kur was willing to wager they were fairly well done. The warm food was a welcome reprieve to the chilly air he had to contend with as he crossed the bridge to the College. Without any cover the wind was free to blow at him, and despite an orc’s natural hardiness, the cold was still quite uncomfortable. The way Iskra had curled up on itself, head tucked under its wings that were wrapped tight, indicated his companion was ready to get inside and Val’kur had to agree. Wasting little time, the half-orc pushed the massive wooden doors opened and was greeted by a rush of warm air before he stepped in and pushed the doors shut against the cold air outside.

“Val’kur?” His name being called caught the half-orc somewhat off guard and he whipped his head around to look at the lady who had done so. She was part of the staff evidently, and he noted the three others that were present nearby before he nodded. “Good. In any case take a seat, and Evern will be along shortly.” He briefly considered asking who Evern was before deciding against it, he would find out soon enough. Instead of taking a seat as he had been told, he walked over to a pillar further away from the bench the other three had taken. Leaning against it, he pulled the hood off and gave a slight shake of the head to free his hair, before he turned his attention to finishing what skewers he had left.

Lovely Angelica

Guess I'll call the last Lovely?

The College of Preicana

Cool, gotcha. So for now just animal companionship, that works fine for me.

God damn quotes and lack of formatting.