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Post by Dragonmaster on Jul 18, 2016 19:51:05 GMT -8
School for Swordmaters Rp
Plot: Welcome to the School for Swordmasters!! The school for the modern day swordmaster. Each student was chosen by a sword and given their own blade of elemental affinity, and even some magic in the elemental affinity. But, after attaining said sword and gaining such powers, no one really knew how to control them, much less what to use them for. And that's where the school comes into play! Here we merge everyday, boring high school studies, with vigorous training to make you the best swordmaster out there.
One day though, you show up to class, and your blade master isn't there. Strange signs lead you to believe he has been kidnapped, and suspicions turn to realizations when you find a hidden note in his office. You and your friend must track down and find your master with the skills you have learned thus far. Will you save your master, or will you fall to the cold touch of the blade
Rules:
-No Mary Sues/Gary Sues
-Try not to god mod without asking permission first
-Post your forms here, and wait to be accepted . For any question about anything, feel free to ymail me.
-Don't forget that you guys don't really understand how to wield your blade, how to imbue magic in them, or how to use magic really. The progression of learning is supposed to be slow, not quick and mega-powerful
-There is only one sword and one affinity per character. You also cannot have the same affinity as another character.
-Don't forget that this takes place in modern day. This means that we have modern day technologies, and the blades can come from any era that you wish. They can range anywhere from a short sword to a bers(f)erkers giant sword. Keep in mind that the size of the blade does not affect how much magic or power you can use.
Character Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Blade type and elemental affinity(name of the blade, appearance, etc are opt):
Personality:
Appearance:
Bio(Opt):
Other:
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Post by Dragonmaster on Jul 18, 2016 19:53:55 GMT -8
Name: Joey Arocho
Age: 17(junior)
Gender: Male
Blade type and elemental affinity(name of the blade, appearance, etc are opt): Joey wields the katana of the fire affinity he named Bayamanaco, after the Taíno God of fire(known as Old Man Fire). The long blade of fiery red sheen has an intricate wave design etched into it, with its handle of a smooth and sturdy mahogany wood. He found the blade piercing the trunk of a blooming cherry blossom on a class trip. Upon releasing the blade, the flowers of the cherry blossom orchard surround him in a brilliant twister of petals.
Personality: Joey is a very optimistic person. Not often aggravated, he always looks for the brighter side of life. All he wants is for others to have happiness, even if their happiness means him out of their life. Even with this optimism, when situations become serious, so does he as he grasps this unusual stern and serious demeanor.
Appearance: Coming from Puerto Rican decent and household, Joey has tan skin, matched with luscious brown hair he has in tight small curls, with light brown eyes and freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He stands slightly above average height with broad shoulders, and a slightly lanky body.
Bio(Opt): Since he can remember, Joey has lived with and been raised by his abuela. With her as a caring figure, Joey has gotten through some dark times in his life. His optimism stems from his abuela. She also taught him Spanish and English, making him bilingual, and how to cook classic puertorriqueño dishes.
Other: Joey also happens gay, but he really doesn't care about it all that much.
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Post by zeperoh on Jul 18, 2016 20:56:33 GMT -8
Name: Zeperoh Wolfknight Age: 17 Gender: Male Blade type and elemental affinity(name of the blade, appearance, etc are opt) Zeperoh holds a five foot tall great sword with the affinity of the abyss (darkness) he calls it the Abyss Walker's Blade. The great sword has the head of a wolf engraved on the hilt. This monstrous blade appeared before Zeperoh after he encountered a strange hooded figure in the middle of a dark ominous night. The blade appears to have darkness seeping out of it. Personality: Zeperoh is an odd person. He tries his best to fit in but never can. Zeperoh is use to being alone and has learned how to go through life without friends or allies. Appearance:Originating from the pacific islands, Zeperoh has light brown skin tone, along with long curly dark brown hair. His dark brown eyes go well with his burly body type. Bio(Opt):Zeperoh was raised by his older brother who's kind heart inspires Zeperoh to be as friendly and as truthful as he can be. Other: Zeperoh's brother taught him how to defend himself against bullies without violence. Read more: roleplayhub.freeforums.net/thread/17/school-swordmasters-rp#ixzz4Ep75CjFS Read more: roleplayhub.freeforums.net/thread/17/school-swordmasters-rp#ixzz4EpEW3RRJ |
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Post by Umbra Animus on Jul 24, 2016 11:32:34 GMT -8
This rp sounds pretty solid, but I think you should probably move it over to the "Fantasy" forum. While it is set in modern day, the use of magic and elemental properties are not realistic in the real world. The "Realistic Fiction" section is for roleplays that are possible in the real world. This would include military, school life, political, and non-fantasy medieval. These are just examples, not catch-alls. The "Magical Realism" section might also be good, but I would say that fantasy is your best bet. Hopefully this helped. I'm thinking of making an announcement that explains all the genres in greater detail some time in the future, so look out for that.
I would also discourage making the biographies optional. Without a background, there really is no character at all. But, it's your roleplay. You do you.
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Post by Jojo on Jul 24, 2016 16:20:27 GMT -8
Eh it sounds fine to me where it is. I'll get to making a character for ya.
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Post by Jojo on Jul 24, 2016 17:45:44 GMT -8
Name:
Quinlyn (Quin) Shard
Age:
18(Is this high school or college? I just picked an age in between)
Gender:
Female
Blade type and elemental affinity(name of the blade, appearance, etc are opt):
Quin wields the power of lightning and electricity through two thin, almost weightless blades that can move quickly when in battle which mostly resemble rapiers. She simply calls them her "speed sticks", claiming that names are ridiculous things for inanimate objects.
Personality:
Quin tends to be quite unbearable at times, being condescending and bossy at the worst moments. She doesn't tolerate high stress very well and ends up quite frustrated and angry when things don't go as smoothly as she would prefer. Quin is terribly competitive, hoping to be the best at whatever she is doing, while also being willing to push others down to get there. Though she can seem terribly mean, she looks after those she becomes fond of above her high stringed-ness.
Appearance:
Quin has almost jet black hair that falls a little below her shoulders, with layered bangs that will fall in her face from time to time just to annoy her. She has darker brown eyes and quite pale face that is freckled lightly at the nose and under her eyes. Her body is quite toned, small and all, yet tends to look a bit lanky with how tall she is. She stands at about 5'9, and has a slight kink in her right shoulder. Thankfully, she is left hand dominate for her sword wielding.
Bio(Opt):
Though Quin acts as though she's perfectly spoiled, she has spent most of her years working terribly hard to support her family. She worked most days after turning twelve years old, and helped keep their small bakery afloat. Unfortunately, she is far too proud of it and thinks herself high for being capable of working, and working well, at such a young age. She lives with two other younger brothers and her father. Her mother left sometime when Quin was around the age of five after finding another man besides her father.
Other:
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Post by notfromthiscentury on Jul 27, 2016 19:02:15 GMT -8
Name~ Azima Zaman
Azima means 'defender' in Arabic while Zaman means 'era'
Age~ 18 (Senior)
Gender~ Female
Blade type and affinity~ Has Earth affinity, and her blade is a Khopesh which is a curved blade from Egypt. She named her blade Geb after the God of the Earth in Egyptian mythology. The sword is a gold colour, black on the edge of the blade and the entire handle. She found the sword while visiting her family in Egypt, after getting caught in a deadly sandstorm, Azima found the blade. When she picked it up and held the blade the sandstorm completely stopped, ever since then she knew she had something special. Her parents sent her off as soon as she showed them her powers.
Personality~ Coming from a strict family, Azima tends to stay mostly silent. She is a strong and independent girl who would much rather observe than speak. Her resting face gives her a look of almost boredom and annoyance, although she hardly ever feels that way on the inside. Azima has more appearance than personality.
Appearance~ Azima is from an Egyptian descent and has a dark complexion with thick long, jet black hair. Her hair is pin straight and has a glossy look, it stops at the small of her back but she often has it braided when training or fighting. Azima has a warm chocolate brown gaze that tends to lack animation under her thin eyebrows and long lashes. She has sharp facial features that include high cheekbones and a prominent jawline for a woman. Standing rather average in build, she brings her height up slightly by always having perfect posture. Her stance is always stiff and rigid and is something she needs to work on when fighting, loosening up.
Bio(Opt)~
Other~ There is almost always a scrutinizing look on her face.
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Post by Umbra Animus on Jul 28, 2016 0:18:16 GMT -8
Name:
Warner Hull
Age:
19 (Super-Senior)
Gender:
Male
Blade type and elemental affinity:
Cedric's weapon of choice is a partisan, which is a type of polearm. The shape of the blade part is pretty normal, just a bit longer than most pole weapons. This is to allow Cedric more options when in combat besides thrusting and stabbing. At the bottom of the blade are two flatter pieces of metal at flare out on each opposite side. These are both around 1 inch long. They are not symmetrical, and in fact they are actually totally different shapes. One flare bulges out on the flat ends in the shape of eyes, though they aren't any color other than the metal. These eyes are small so many of then cover the surface of the flare. There are around twenty 1/8 inch eyes collectively that seem to be spread out at random. The other side has small holes by while rings are hung from. There are seven rings that hang from this flare and there have a diameter of around 1/4 of an inch. The blade part goes down the 5'5 ash pole two inches, where small rivets secure it in place. The weapon's affinity is Sound. Cedric is in the market for names as it is, but he likes to experiment with what he calls it, trying to find the perfect name. These names are often "cool", such as "Sonic Devastator" or "Boom Boom Click". "Melody" also separates into three parts (head, middle, and bottom.) through use of screw-pieces for easier carrying.
Personality:
Cedric is an extremely relaxed sorta person and has a very hard time taking anything seriously or doing anything remotely responsible. He seems pretty lazy, but he says he doesn't do things that don't interest him. But this attitude makes him a very patient and tolerating person. He doesn't need to rush things and can take them just as slow as they come. He's also one of the friendliest and easiest people you're ever gonna get to talk to. While he might not be knowledgeable in most things, he'll listen to just about anyone if they wanna talk. While he is pretty lazy and relaxed, he can get riled up at times. While it's very uncommon for him to get angry, his capacity for excitement it quite large. While he doesn't like actual combat, sparring is a favorite pastime of his because it gets his blood flowing and "makes him feel alive". Cedric is also a great lover of music and tries to make his own, though he isn't really all that great at it. This doesn't stop him from trying, though. All forms of music are enjoyable to him. Except country. Country sucks.
Appearance:
Cedric is pretty average height at 5'8, but weighs slightly below average at 139 lbs. His body is naturally slender and he doesn't really do much when it comes to bulking up. His hair is normally black, but he likes to bleach it white and put it in long dreadlocks that fall upon his shoulders. His eyes are a calm shade of green that aren't too dull or too vibrant. His facial structure is pretty rounded and looks almost comfortable.He likes to wear bright colors and is especially fond of a headband he seems to wear just about everything. The headband is made out of leather that is knitted together tightly and grows progressively smaller the closer to the ends you get. When tied to his head, it falls to the small of his back.
Bio(Opt):
Cedric grew up in a lowly trailer park in California just outside of LA. He grew up mainly poor due to his parent's risky lifestyle. His parents were both free-lance musicians that gained most of their money through performances at local bars and what not. Unfortunately, neither of them were exceptionally good at what they did. Even though they weren't very talented, they were great people who took excellent care of Cedric, despite it all. In return, Cedric devoted most of his time to working and getting money to keep their family afloat. That is, when he wasn't lazing around the house. This mixed with his normal attitude towards working, Cedric was pretty awful in school. His parents didn't really help this bad habit as they didn't really have a formal education either and were planning on "getting a break" eventually. Go figure. Eventually, Cedric came into contact with his blade. It happened in a rather unceremonious way as well, which kinda fit the theme of his life. He was picking up trash by the side of a river as an odd-job when he accidentally fell in due to a strong gust of wind. After we swallowed by the water, he heard a rather loud noise before hitting his head on a log as passing out. He woke up a few hours later on a sand bank laying on top of his weapon fully assembled. He trekked home and told his parents about the incident. They were unnerved, but believed his story. The next step was send Cedric to the boarding school, which his parents weren't a fan of, but let Cedric decide by himself. He thought getting a higher education could help him get his parents out of their rut so he took the initiative and left for the school. This was back in his freshman year, but he's still their even though its his fifth year. Because of insufficient credits, he was kept at the school for an extra year to make them up.
Other: He can create mostly useless noises using his spear, but they can be entertaining. Despite its weakness, he can create either extremely high pitched noises that annoy opponents, very low frequencies to make weak waves, or something that sounds like a voice in case he's hiding. This has saved him multiple times while sneaking out of the his dorm.
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Post by KaussKauss on Jul 28, 2016 18:33:05 GMT -8
Character Form: Name: Tony Heist Age: 18 Gender: Male Blade: ‘ Epic’ is a medium-handled double-edged, double-sided scythe. The blades are inverted on either end and, toward the center, colored black with unpolished hematite. The handle itself is black tempered wood (of unknown origin) heavily varnished for gloss; dark red paracord weaves around the middle-most portion for a comfortable grip. Held upright, it is a fair four-feet-and-something-inches tall and weighs around 30-35 pounds, so not at all easy to wield. It is better equipped for hacks, jabs, and blocks. There are a string of unidentifiable symbols etched on either blade. Epic’s “elemental” affinity is Spirit. Epic, imbued with a consciousness all his own (yes, “his”), is capable of not only speech but possessing his wielder’s body. This allows the wielder to tap into Epic’s warrior-based knowhow. However, full possession is not only exceedingly difficult to achieve but very physically draining on the vessel. It would seem Epic’s stablest attributes are speech and “palmistry”, that is, being able to read the character of most anyone his blade touches. Personality: Tony is a typical lazy teenaged boy with no sense of responsibility. He would much rather play video games than do anything of worth. He leans heavily toward the impatient side and, in spite of his love of horror, gore and action, he is a notorious coward. However, he conducts himself in such a way as to appear arrogant and overly-capable. Appearance: Tony is average height, average build, and pale. He has light towhead hair styled into a crew-cut pompadour, buzzed short at the sides and nape. He has deep-set dark brown eyes and dark circles. Tony styles himself after a greaser, wearing cuffed jeans, button-downs, dark jackets and converse. He keeps a comb and bandana cloth in his back pockets. Biography: Tony Heist is the son of a single well-off mother. Due to her mollycoddling and simultaneous overly-permissive parenting, Tony tends to get into trouble, especially in school settings. He’s quite spoiled and spends his allowance freely on video games, comic books, movies, and Marvel merchandise. Only recently has he started a collection of weaponry. Other: Epic was purchased from a discreet weapons dealer who [in]conveniently disappeared when Tony attempted to get his money back. Epic’s name is always the first word spoken by his new owner when wielded. Seeing as Tony muttered “Epic…”, it is now the only name the scythe will answer to. Also, with Epic’s ability being so hard to use, Tony is disappointed most days to have a sword whose only apparent ability is to be an a**hole. Yes, Epic is a snarky and sarcastic son of a gun. Note: If this isn't an acceptable sword/element, I'll brainstorm something else. |
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Post by Dragonmaster on Jul 28, 2016 18:50:38 GMT -8
Nono! I never specified what the affinities had to be, and I'm kind of digging the spirit affinity. Also, all of you're blades sound incredible, and I can't wait to see how the characters interact. I'll be starting tomorrow, btw, so be watching for that.
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Post by Dragonmaster on Jul 29, 2016 11:49:32 GMT -8
OOC:It's time to start! Just to let you guys know, the SFS is a boarding school, and all the characters will be staying in the same "room" of sorts(I'll explain iit better in the POV). Also, if anyone else wants to join, feel free to do so.
Joey's POV
I was walking towards my dorm, Bayamanaco slung across my back and my luggage dragging behind in both hands. I was driven to the school in a car that was sent to my abuela's house to pick me up. After we'd gotten here, I went to the front lobby grab my dorm key and schedule. For some reason, the receptionist asked to see my blade before doing so, which really confused me. After that, she gave me what I needed and directed me in where I should go for my dorm.
I finally reached the dorm, which was kind of a ways from the main school, with one building in between them. I guessed that that was some kind of lecture hall or something. When I walked up to the door of to the dorm, I unlocked it with my key and stepped inside. It was a one story building, which was weird enough. A large white room just as elegant and prestige as the rest of the mansion, but this room was more teen friendly. There was a round table in the center of the room and surrounding half the table was a curved trendy couch. There was a TV on the opposite end of the wall, this was clearly the activity room and it connected with the dorm. It was a phenomenal display. There were also doors on the left and right walls, their frames blue and red. I whistled in admiration of the view. "Wow. You gotta admit, it's pretty sweet, Bayamanaco." In response, the blade 'humming' sound, telling me Eh. It's not all that spectacular. "Oh hush. You never do get excited over anything." I said back. After the time me and Bayamanaco had spent together, we'd developed a bond of sorts, and found a way to communicate. We held conversations like this often. I didn't know if it was because he was a blade of affinity that we could talk this way, or if was just the one weird sword I'd gotten from a cherry blossom.
I put my luggage away in the room on the left side of the room, that had beds and a bathroom. I assumed the door on the right would have the same stuff, and was where the girls would sleep. I grabbed Bayamanaco and headed to the kitchen to make some lunch. Bayamanaco hummed again. "Yes I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything since abuela's this morning. Plus, I can make some lunch for the others." I said back. Setting my blade against the drawers of utensils, I got everything ready in the kitchen. I turned on the gas stove, but only gas came out, no flames. Hmph. Not a problem. I snapped my fingers and flames erupted in my hands, a little trick I'd learned in my time with Bayamanaco. The flames came alive, and I began to cook. I made something simple but good, an egg, ham, and cheese sandwich on toasted bread. I was starting on my second sandwich when the door opened and someone walked in. I looked over and smiled, saying "Hey. I'm just making some lunch." I didn't really look at them, more like their general direction. I lost concentration, and the flame went out. "Shoot. Lemme fix that." I bent down a bit, and snapped my fingers, letting another flame bloom in my palm. As I was getting the flame ready again, I said pointing to the first sandwich with the spatula "I just finished making that one if you want. If you want, I can make you something else. Aaand, there we go." I stood up and went back to the second sandwich. I wonder what the other people staying in the dorm are gonna be like. I thought, as I went along cooking.
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Post by notfromthiscentury on Jul 29, 2016 11:54:56 GMT -8
Azima's POV
"Don't mess this opportunity up." My mother hissed as I stood outside her window just before she took off.
Like this was an opportunity that I chose to better my life. Pssh. Sure mom.
My finger twitched as I ached to flick her off for her to see in the rear mirror. I loathed my mother. If I could even call her that, she treated me like a student, teaching the ways to be proper while forgetting to give me love. Being completely honest, I was glad to be away from her for an extended amount of time. Praise the Gods, I was FREE.
My lips hardly turned up into a smile as I walked into the building but it was about as much as I had ever smiled in my life.
On my way to the room now I rolled my oversized suitcase down the halls with me, my duffle on top of it, and my book bag on my shoulders. Eventually I found my way to the room that the lady at the desk gave me an extra key for. As I approached, the door was already ajar and I was concerned someone had broken into my room. I was about ready to pull Geb out of the sheath that lay at my hip when I realized that the room wasn't even all mine. A boy was cooking at a stove in what looked to be a lounging room whole there was a whole other room that held a dorm.
Great. Shared room.
To my shock the boy with the fierce liking sword was immediately friendly, offering me food and greeting me with a smile and look I'm my direction. That was far more than I ever would have gotten at home. I felt bombarded with questions even though he only asked me about two, I nodded my head to all he said and stalked off to the dorm section. It was probably a rude gesture to others, to walk away without even greeting him back or exchanging names, but I would have prefered to just stay to my self at this school.
I tossed all my stuff down next to one of the available beds, grabbed a book from my bag and headed back out to plop on the couch. The least I could do was be in his presence so I didn't seem like a totally rude person. I opened my book at my stopping place and continued reading, curling up so only my eyes were visible from above the couch so I could se who else joined us.
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Post by Jojo on Jul 29, 2016 15:50:21 GMT -8
Quin's POV
I wasn't one who would call myself too terribly proud to be where I was. It was a change, as I wasn't all that great at school to begin with. The only thing I really preferred was gym, and even then I found myself getting in trouble for being far too rough with other students. Rather than endearing my last year in an environment surrounded by those I hated learning things I hated to have to think about, I could spend it with people I would most likely potentially hate doing something I tolerated a bit more.
That's what I figured, until I opened the door to my room. Once roommate I could manage. But two? There was even a male in the room. I wasn't sure if I could do this without biting one of their heads of first. I was easily irritated. What if they touched my things or got into my space? How on earth were we all supposed to shower in the morning? I wasn't going to be the one to get up in the middle of the night just to do it! I'd let them all know that between a certain time, I would be getting ready and no one else would. There was no way any of this would work otherwise.
"Great," I muttered sarcastically, throwing my belongings on the bed. My backpack being on of them, opened and spilled onto the floor, clothes falling everywhere. But I didn't care enough to go about picking them up. It only marked more territory for me, I supposed. "Are you seriously cooking right now?" I complained to the boy. "What, going to kiss some ass on your first day?"
Really, what did he think he was doing!? I didn't know these people, and cooking was like admitting we were some big happy family or something. I could only pray it was only the three of us. If all of those beds were filled, I'd blow a fuse. Hopefully there'd be at least one empty bed, so that I might set it next to my own to form some more space.
I took a seat on the bed, this time kicking my bag off entirely and removing my two swords from the mere belt loops of my pants that help them there, throwing them to the wall next to my bed as though they were nothing but a couple sticks I'd found in the woods.
"The bathroom is mine between 7 and 8 a.m.," I warned. "You'll all have to get up earlier I guess."
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Post by KaussKauss on Jul 29, 2016 16:57:27 GMT -8
Tony’s POV:
Rubbing the sting out of my cheek, I resolved to ignore the hearty laughter of my own traitorous scythe. The red-handed culprit stormed past me with a huff, her black stilettos clicking on the pavement, blonde hair swaying with the rhythm of her hips. Damn it! Tell me her whole arm wasn’t buzzing after building up that much momentum! How did I not see that coming?
“A miss,” Epic said at my back. “A fine miss. This is what happens when you tell people to touch your sword, Tony.”
“You said you would read her!” I defended. Grumbling, I adjusted his sheath with a perfunctory flick of the leather strap and continued toward the directory. “Why do you do this to me, man? I didn’t even call it a sword.”
“Sword, scythe, genitalia,” he listed. “Same thing to that woman. It was funny though, wasn’t it? You should have seen your face. Look! Now its all red. Isn’t this great, Tony? Just you and me hangin’ out, as you youngsters say.”
I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t miss my own funeral to hang out with you.”
If it wasn’t bad enough that I blew my savings on the guy, I was now forced to spend every waking hour with my worst investment. Double-ended scythes weren’t practical in a fight; Epic was purely decorative. A conversation piece. I didn’t understand how they expected me to master him. My arms were tired after three or four jabs. The guy needed to lose some weight, that’s what he needed to do.
“This is freakin' stupid,” I muttered, throwing open a door to the reception area.
“How many times must I say it, Tony?” Epic said. “I can be mastered. Ah, and it still sounds vaguely perverted, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said dully. “Yes, it does.”
Walking up to the counter, I proffered my ID. This garnered an odd look from the receptionist who couldn’t be arsed to look at it. She passed along my schedule and room key.
“Would you like to touch his sword?” Epic asked the woman.
My lips pressed together into a hard line. This was the look of a man who was constipated. Horribly constipated.
“Thank you,” I said, voice brought down to a pained whisper. I pirouetted to march right back out of the building.
Several moments of silence later. “Well, aren’t you going to reprimand me?” Epic asked.
“I’ve come to expect this from you,” I said, skimming through my classes. Quite intentionally, I brushed past a lamp post and heard the satisfactory clink of Epic’s blade slamming into the metal.
“It’s not smart to provoke me, Tony,” he said. “I have a particular set of skills.”
“I will find you,” we said in unison, “and I will kill you.”
“Man, I love that movie,” Epic said with a sigh.
Before entering the dormitory, I took a deep breath. So freakin' stupid. Epic’s blade hit the doorsill, this time unintentionally. His inverted blades were a hard thing to work around. I was sure that I looked like a dork with him strapped to my back. No, I wasn’t just sure. I was HIV-positive. Upon reaching the room, I found there were already three people in residence.
“You’re joking,” I said, gaping at them all. “I have to share?”
“The bathroom is mine between 7 and 8 AM,” someone said.
“It takes her an hour to drop a deuce?” Epic wondered. “Tony, you have her beat. Just yesterday you were in the bathroom for—”
“This is starting out magically,” I said, stone-faced. Epic hit the doorsill again as I stepped inside.
“Be more considerate of the person on your back,” he said. “Thank you very much.”
With a sigh, I dropped my duffle bag by the door and started fiddling with the clasp of Epic’s sheath strap. It took long enough getting it on! I even tried pulling it over my head and wriggling out.
“You— No, Tony... No,” Epic tried. “You look like a fool. Undo the strap. The strap!”
I was turning in circles. Which strap!? The one attached to the sheath or attached to me? How the hell did I even manage it this morning?
“I’ve changed my mind,” Epic said as I struggled once again with the clasp. “You cannot master me as there apparently are people too incompetent to master a strap—I mean, a scythe.”
“Shut up,” I mumbled, chin to chest. “I’m trying.”
Pulling the two ends of the strap apart, I breathed a big sigh of relief and dropped Epic beside my duffle bag. Then I collapsed onto the sofa, opposite of some other girl, legs sprawled out in physical defeat. Nice TV. Perfect for gaming.
“Should have brought my Xbox,” I complained.
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Post by Umbra Animus on Aug 4, 2016 13:04:29 GMT -8
Warren's POV
It was a beautiful day outside on the first day of the new year at the school. Pulling into the parking lot, I couldn't help but feel relaxed and a bit happy gazing upon the light shining behind the large building. I decided to make my walk inside the facility a slow one as I wanted to see the outside for just a while longer. Alas, all things come to an end, and I was forced to enter the building. There to greet me was a familiar face.
"Hello." i engaged casually. "How are you today?" I asked the the lady at the reception desk.
"Warren? What are you doing here?" she asked with a puzzled look. "Weren't you supposed to graduate last year." I was supposed to, but my grades had slipped and I hadn't had enough credits to graduate. So here I was. But, I couldn't tell her that directly.
"The headmaster just liked me so much, they decided another year with me was out of the question. I couldn't say no to such a humbling request." I joked, grinning a bit. I felt a vibration on my back and I knew that my blade had liked my joke. The lady laughed a bit, so it seemed she felt the same way.
"Alright, well it's good to see you again. Here's your key. Now skedaddle, there are more student who are going to check in and they don't need to wait." She said handing my a small key on a ring.
"Thanks. Well, I'll see you around!" I called as I walked through the doors. When he'd arrived at the dorm, it seemed that most of his room mates had already arrived. That and something smelled good. He was actually standing behind one of them, who was still just in front of the doorway with a large scythe on his back. Warren had arrived just in time to hear the girl laying on the bed say, " "The bathroom is mine between 7 and 8 a.m. You'll have to get up earlier, I guess." I knew what kind of person she was, which means if she met any kind of resistance, she'd have a fit. While I don't usually like to mess with people, I didn't think it was quite necessary to give her any courtesy.
"7 and 8?" I interjected. "Oh, how unfortunate, those are my times! You see, I got here earlier and had called that before you." I had to make my story more believable. Just saying I'd done it wouldn't get the full effect I was looking for. I had to wonder if anyone had been here before her. The one in the kitchen was a good idea. He had to have been there for a bit if he was already cooking food. So I pointed to him. "He was there when I called it. Weren't you?" I was really banking on the kid with the katana now. If he was too truthful, I was looking at a major defeat. Hopefully he was as annoyed with the girl as I was.
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