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7 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
7 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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7 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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7 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
7 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

Most Recent Posts

@Leslie Hall It shouldn't take long, Gregory just wants to ask what he believes to be a simple favor, and he's going to bug every single member of the council till he gets it or is refused by all of them.
Why is it that I always get stuck in asking people on if they can interact with my characters Saya and Samir...?

I feel so lonely sometimes...


I mean, if things fall through with Rosalina, Gregory will be on to Saya in no time.

Samir, well, they could come across Luna or someone? I'm sure they'd get along great.
Mayt, S-Class Wizard of Phoenix Wing - Hotel
Mayt winced as the shower water poured over his burn injuries, and grit his teeth as he added soap to the mix. He continually told himself that this was the worst, and that it would come to pass if he just got it over with. Someone had to clean the wound, after all. Once the burns were cleaned, Mayt dried his side off and pulled on a new, less damaged shirt and fur-lined jacket on, afterwards glancing at himself in the mirror. He was looking a lot better now that all his injuries were covered up.

Walking back out into the main room, Mayt was just beginning to reach for his stuff to pack it up when there came a knocking at the hotel room door. Silently cursing to himself, Mayt went over and opened the door to see who it was. He was greeted by a woman who looked to be about his age, with dark brown hair drooping partially over her face. She was one of the ones who had been in the crowd he had taken a partial fireball for, if Mayt had remembered right.

"You didn't have to do that," she announced flatly. An image of a burning Magnolia flashed through Mayt's mind, though outwardly he only shrugged and leaned on the door frame.

"If I didn't, who would've?"

"Huh, I dunno, the justice system?" The woman scoffed.

"Oh, you mean the killing the guy. It was self defense," Mayt suggested, clearly meaning to take that phrase to court.

"You could've subdued him without slicing him in two."

"And then in fifteen years or so when he got out of prison, he'd go join a dark guild because no legal guild would take him for fear of him doing something evil again, and I'd have to throw myself in front of his fireball all over again. Though, probably with less burning next time. This way, it's better for everyone. The grave digger gets payed, no need to risk lives down the line, and you don't have to pay taxes to keep him fed and alive," Mayt's tone was casual, though his body language was anything but relaxed.

"Guh, you sicken me," the woman turned to leave, clearly realizing she wasn't about to convince Mayt any different about his views.

"Not the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, but I'll take it over "I'm going to kill you" any day." After saying this, Mayt would close the door. He would stop from going to pack up his stuff, however, as he heard laughter from the hallway he stopped. It was oddly gleeful, but after a hesitant moment he just continued back to what he was doing, throwing his burnt clothes in the trash.

Gregory Vale
Rosalina would barely make it a few blocks before coming across an older individual leaning against one of the many buildings of Crocus. Before she would even have a chance to recognize him, he would speak up in his calm, reassuring voice. "Salutations Rosalina," as he said this he would hold up his hand to stop her from speaking. "And while I'm sure my reputation precedes me, let's get out of the way that I'm not here for a nefarious plot. I simply want to ask you for a favor, from one wizard concerned about the world to, what I assume, is another," as he spoke, he would stand up properly and hold his hand politely out to Rosalina. "But first, I would assume proper introductions are in order. I am Gregory Vale, Guild Master of Iron Enigma."

@Leslie Hall
@Lunarlors34

sorry, some stuff came up! I'mma try to get a post up today though. And Happy Freedom Day all my American friends.


Happy July 4th to you too!
Actually, I have a question.

Where are all the magic council people and what are they doing? :o
Look, development for Mayt!
A Small Town On the Far Side of Fiore
The smoldering lump stood up in what could only be described as an angry manner. Once the man reached his feet, his shoulders were hunched, his breathing heavy, and the Phoenix Wing mark on his left hand was visible through his burnt glove. He swallowed and slowly bent down to pick up his dropped weapon, bits of his burnt coat falling off from the little bit of remaining fire on it. As he straightened himself after retrieving his weapon, he leveled the tip of it with the man that had thrown the fireball towards the crowd.

"I'm amazed you're still standing, that should've been enough to evaporate you into nothing," the dark mage mused, summoning another fireball in his hand. "No matter, it should work this time."

The mean who had miraculously survived the mage's first attack said nothing, his head lowered slightly and his sword raised. The crowd watched in horrified anticipation as the dark mage just shrugged and launched the fireball at his new opponent's chest. He didn't move, as anticipated, but what wasn't anticipated was when the burnt figure simply turned and raised his hand to the fireball, finally speaking."Negate: Heat." The fireball dissipated as it passed through the magic circle that appeared in front of the swordsman, who afterwards turned and readied his sword again. The Dark mage smiled slightly, and shrugged before holding up one hand by his head.

"Oh good, someone who doesn't just go down at the snap of my fingers, this'll be-" the shadow mage stopped as the Phoenix Wing mage charged him, and scoffed as he rose his hand quickly into the air, palm up. A massive wall of fire formed between him and his assailant. He was caught off guard, however, by the mage simply slicing through the fire, and charging him headfirst. He only barely noticed that the man's blade had turned black, like it had been burned, before it was swinging at him. The dark mage barely avoided the strike, followed by two, three, four more. Every time he tried to summon fire to try and slow him down, it was cut away.

After what seemed like forever to the Dark Mage, he finally got away from the sword-swinging maniac that was trying to cut him down. "Wh-who are you?" This got the mage to stop and stand up, letting the tip of his blade rest on the dirt for a moment. He lifted his head as if he was proud, but the unkempt scraggly stubble of a beard, singed clothes, and messy hair just made him look like a homeless war veteran.

"I am Mayt, S-Class of Phoenix Wing," his voice was cold and monotone as he spoke, and he would put his other hand on the hilt of his sword. As the dark mage opened his mouth to reply to this, Mayt suddenly slashed diagonally upwards, casting another spell as he did. "Amplify: Motion!" The attack caught the Dark Mage completely off guard, and he could only make sputtering sounds as the blade clove his body in two.

Afterwards Mayt just looked down at the corpse, the surprised look still on his face. He felt his face twitch in an attempt to smirk, but it failed to succeed for even a second, and he turned to face the crowd he had saved from the initial fireball. They looked at each other wordlessly for a long moment, before Mayt sheathed his sword again and started towards the hotel he had been staying in, hands in what was left of his pockets. He had finished in this town anyway, it was time to move on to bigger and better things.
Alm Drake
"Oh, I never would've guessed that you lived in Crocus, but I guess it makes sense," the young woman would tap her chin for a moment in though, before picking up the one-sided menu that had been at their seats when they arrived and looked it over. The cafe had a much larger selection of drinks than meals, but they did have choices for vegan patrons, and a single kosher dish. The selections were also cheap enough that this was an alright place to visit and talk while eating something without the absurd prices of most restaurants. "Well, as for myself, I was actually born in Magnolia, but I usually don't end up staying in a place for long, since we move our HQ pretty regularly. For what, I assume, are obvious reasons."

As Drake finished saying this, the waiter would arrive, asking if they had looked at the menu yet and what they would like if they had. "Well, I would like a small coffee and one of those egg rolls," Drake would respond, looking to Levi as she finished her order to see what he was going to order, looking over her right arm, which had been placed on the table when Drake turned to give the Waiter her order.

@hatakekuro
@Infichi Hi, and uh, if you don't mind dark wizards too much, there's a few Iron Enigma (My own dark guild) members wandering around you could also come across if you want, incidentally almost in "good" to "least good" order. Almost. Though I do think Caits is about to move us on to the next day IC.

There's Luna and Arie (No CS yet) who are wandering around, noticeable due to Luna's time-of-day-mimicking robes and Luna's participation in the magic games; Laynette and Mark are hanging out, noticeable due to Laynette's polearm, broken leg, and Mark's participation in the magic games; Deyja is probably in a high, secluded place, noticeable for his being in said high, secluded place as well as his one-time participation in the games that resulted in someone getting stabbed in the gut; Jacob is out and about, and would be easy to notice with his constant partial takeover; and Solux, who is off licking his wounds after his fight with Grant, who's still at large. Solux being noticeable for his partially damaged mask and overall eccentric demeanor, and Grant noticeable because of both his participation in the magic games as well as his overall confident demeanor (as well as his face being on a few wanted signs).

If you're interested, that is.
@hatakekuro Forgot to metion you, and lame post is lame, but I wanted to post before I forgot again and went to bed.
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