Well, I suppose I support Rode because I know his Gawain, but I'm not prepared to make depositions right now. Only two hours to make CS's before I try to wololo Imdugud into giving us his epic lootz.
That said, I'm planning to play as Pandora, if there's any objections to that before I rev up my MS Word.
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I did it once, got white screen, clicked back, refreshed, didn't see anything new, and tried again. Rekt.
Well, I'm working on Caster.
And a British master, of course.
And a British master, of course.
FML these servers suck.
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Could you elaborate on this tropical island?
A fate RP with ERode, count me in pls kthxbai.
It seemed like the people that Jean had found himself were friendly than he expected and were engaging in social introductions. That was a start, he supposed. At least they didn’t seem to be hostile. The professor nodded and kept a mental note of each person as they introduced themselves, making sure to keep their names in mind. After introducing himself, his attention shifted to the two girls on his right, recognizing one of them as being from Teann Ch’I, and also the one that first introduced herself. She had a very peculiar cylindrical device that was popular in that country, but Jean had little experience with the device or even her country’s style of alchemy. His gaze fell down to the hand of the other girl, who seemed to hail from an upper-class or noble origin, judging by her demeanor and style of clothing.
Her hand was clearly cut and bleeding. Jean deduced it was not life-threatening, but could turn into an infection if left untreated, so he decided to offer his help regardless.
“…Perhaps I can assist with that injury?”
With swift fierceness, his offer was declined. The warrior-looking bloke named Alexei’s comment wasn’t reassuring to the professor, who surmised he likely didn’t care too much for proper healthcare. Jean made a brief comment and an exchange with Arryn and Alexei before giving up his case and returning to his initial point of concern: Where was the rest of his own party? He’d spent the better half of a year putting the best team together for this research mission, and to have it go missing at the most important moment was more than inconvenient.
“…Have any of you seen an alchemist in a white coat or a silver-haired summoner?” Jean asked his question in vain. He realized it was unlikely that anybody in this group had seen them, since they appeared to be quite disoriented and confused themselves.
The Teann Ch’I alchemist named Luthica spoke up, pointing out his question was too general. Indeed, there were lots of white-coated alchemists. How silly of him, it seemed he wasn’t fully awake yet. Jean opened his mouth to retort, but quickly closed it as the other alchemist raised her cylindrical device and fired it off away from the party. He could guess what she had just done and what she did to accomplish it, and also her reason for firing it, but he nonetheless got the impression that his Teann Ch’i counterpart was rather reckless. The device was interesting enough that he would have to ask her more about it at a more prudent. In any case, her actions didn’t affect anybody and it was none of his concern, so he continued to clarify his question.
Unfortunately, the answer was no, and he felt his heart drop a little. Professor Jacobs had all the catalysts and equipment…
Soon enough, Jean’s attention turned to the large black gem that he had first noticed upon waking up. It was not the emerald glow of the gem that caught his eye, but the eclipse of the light by another figure. The noble looking girl with the injury was drawing close to the mysterious stone, hand outstretched almost as if to touch it.
Were they all this dim? Or was this group just special? Jean momentarily doubted himself as he wondered if Lulia was sheltered amongst a world of dimwits. Touching objects with unusual properties or with obviously magical origins was something even a peasant knew not to do. While the gem did indeed intrigue him, there was an elaborate set of protocols and methods to observe and test such items, and with good cause, for Jean knew full well that anything was game inside the Labyrinth.
He quickly stepped forward. “I wouldn’t touch that without thorough investigation,” recommended Jean, breaking away from his previous conversation.
The brown haired girl snatched her hand away just before touching the glowing object, appearing to pout.
The professor chuckled. He supposed she was alright, only a little misguided. Shrugging, Jean puts his thoughts aloud, if only to make sure nobody else made the same mistake again.
“Sorry, force of habit. In the field of alchemy you don’t want to be touching random things without knowing what they are. I suppose this applies even more so now that we’re in the Labyrinth. Don’t want to be turned into a golden scepter the first day, after all.”
Her hand was clearly cut and bleeding. Jean deduced it was not life-threatening, but could turn into an infection if left untreated, so he decided to offer his help regardless.
“…Perhaps I can assist with that injury?”
With swift fierceness, his offer was declined. The warrior-looking bloke named Alexei’s comment wasn’t reassuring to the professor, who surmised he likely didn’t care too much for proper healthcare. Jean made a brief comment and an exchange with Arryn and Alexei before giving up his case and returning to his initial point of concern: Where was the rest of his own party? He’d spent the better half of a year putting the best team together for this research mission, and to have it go missing at the most important moment was more than inconvenient.
“…Have any of you seen an alchemist in a white coat or a silver-haired summoner?” Jean asked his question in vain. He realized it was unlikely that anybody in this group had seen them, since they appeared to be quite disoriented and confused themselves.
The Teann Ch’I alchemist named Luthica spoke up, pointing out his question was too general. Indeed, there were lots of white-coated alchemists. How silly of him, it seemed he wasn’t fully awake yet. Jean opened his mouth to retort, but quickly closed it as the other alchemist raised her cylindrical device and fired it off away from the party. He could guess what she had just done and what she did to accomplish it, and also her reason for firing it, but he nonetheless got the impression that his Teann Ch’i counterpart was rather reckless. The device was interesting enough that he would have to ask her more about it at a more prudent. In any case, her actions didn’t affect anybody and it was none of his concern, so he continued to clarify his question.
Unfortunately, the answer was no, and he felt his heart drop a little. Professor Jacobs had all the catalysts and equipment…
Soon enough, Jean’s attention turned to the large black gem that he had first noticed upon waking up. It was not the emerald glow of the gem that caught his eye, but the eclipse of the light by another figure. The noble looking girl with the injury was drawing close to the mysterious stone, hand outstretched almost as if to touch it.
Were they all this dim? Or was this group just special? Jean momentarily doubted himself as he wondered if Lulia was sheltered amongst a world of dimwits. Touching objects with unusual properties or with obviously magical origins was something even a peasant knew not to do. While the gem did indeed intrigue him, there was an elaborate set of protocols and methods to observe and test such items, and with good cause, for Jean knew full well that anything was game inside the Labyrinth.
He quickly stepped forward. “I wouldn’t touch that without thorough investigation,” recommended Jean, breaking away from his previous conversation.
The brown haired girl snatched her hand away just before touching the glowing object, appearing to pout.
The professor chuckled. He supposed she was alright, only a little misguided. Shrugging, Jean puts his thoughts aloud, if only to make sure nobody else made the same mistake again.
“Sorry, force of habit. In the field of alchemy you don’t want to be touching random things without knowing what they are. I suppose this applies even more so now that we’re in the Labyrinth. Don’t want to be turned into a golden scepter the first day, after all.”
The sight of the field before the labyrinth was a grand thing to see as Jean Carteneau crested over the hill on his horse. The journey from Lulia was just over a month; it took Jean and his small team of five scholars a week by sea on the Lulian fast frigate Sirius to a port of one of Lulia’s friendly trading partners, and then another two weeks by horseback to where they were now. A bit tired from the journey, Jean suppressed a yawn as he and his team of five mages surveyed the entrance to the Labyrinth. The professor thought the scene to be like some sort of fair or festival, by the sheer number tents and people adorning the great field before them, but of course he knew that the tents were simply staging areas for various nations and orders.
Jean stood silent for a few more seconds atop the hill before the silence was broken by a steady, but still unsure voice behind him. “Shall we go in, then?” The professor tilted his head back. The voice belonged to a young summoner that had volunteered for the expedition, like everybody else on the team. She was a bit hasty, but he supposed nobody could be faulted for this or otherwise on this day.
“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “A long journey should be rewarded with a little rest. The military’s already been here for a couple days, and it would be good to drop by before entering. Unless you prefer to barge in, hungry, dehydrated, and tired?” He tilted his head back again, giving the summoner a wry smile before gesturing for the group to move ahead with a hand wave.
The Lulian tents were not hard to find. The temporary canvas structures were dyed navy blue and yellow, the house colors of the Crown, and its edges were gilded. The perimeter of the tents was guarded by swordsmen in ceremonial uniform, and these qualities stood out well enough for the small group of scholars to find their kinsmen after a cursory scan of the area. The little Lulian post felt more like a forward operating base instead of a place where people, in theory, went to die. This perhaps was a cultural difference, and Jean recalled the words of the Teann Ch’I commander that he overheard on the way to the Lulian tents. Lulians were definitely unlike them –All of the people at the Labyrinth entrance were volunteers, and a small group of them would even eventually return to Lulia after sending off all the expeditionary teams.
While Jean did not know any of the officers or soldiers at the tents, they were very hospitable and were glad to share stories and food with the newcomers. Four expeditions had already gone in, he was told. Two were the elderly, one by the army, and one by the navy’s marines. They would be the fifth, joined by a team of battle-mages, a fact that Jean shrugged at. The more the merrier, he supposed.
With night now falling fast and everybody rested and content, the joint expedition moved towards the gates of the Labyrinth, dismounted and on foot. Like the others, Jean did not know what to expect. Indeed, he feared the unknown, but the chance to see and study the Labyrinth itself for himself was too alluring.
Jean blinked. A second ago, he was with his fellow scholars and army compatriots, with a sea of tents around him. That was now gone, instead replaced by a scorched field and an unfamiliar, foreign night sky. Reasoning that he was likely now inside the Labyrinth, he looked down to confirm the status of his belongings, which were as intact as it was when he first arrived at the Lulian camp. He then looked around him, scanning the blackened field. He looked for the familiar face of the energetic summoner, and then his white-coated alchemist colleague, and then for the blue-and-yellow coated soldiers of his country, but Jean only found unfamiliar faces amongst the group of people that he had appeared in. The professor slowly stood up.
“Well,” started the professor, scratching his head. “This is troublesome.”
Jean stood silent for a few more seconds atop the hill before the silence was broken by a steady, but still unsure voice behind him. “Shall we go in, then?” The professor tilted his head back. The voice belonged to a young summoner that had volunteered for the expedition, like everybody else on the team. She was a bit hasty, but he supposed nobody could be faulted for this or otherwise on this day.
“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “A long journey should be rewarded with a little rest. The military’s already been here for a couple days, and it would be good to drop by before entering. Unless you prefer to barge in, hungry, dehydrated, and tired?” He tilted his head back again, giving the summoner a wry smile before gesturing for the group to move ahead with a hand wave.
The Lulian tents were not hard to find. The temporary canvas structures were dyed navy blue and yellow, the house colors of the Crown, and its edges were gilded. The perimeter of the tents was guarded by swordsmen in ceremonial uniform, and these qualities stood out well enough for the small group of scholars to find their kinsmen after a cursory scan of the area. The little Lulian post felt more like a forward operating base instead of a place where people, in theory, went to die. This perhaps was a cultural difference, and Jean recalled the words of the Teann Ch’I commander that he overheard on the way to the Lulian tents. Lulians were definitely unlike them –All of the people at the Labyrinth entrance were volunteers, and a small group of them would even eventually return to Lulia after sending off all the expeditionary teams.
While Jean did not know any of the officers or soldiers at the tents, they were very hospitable and were glad to share stories and food with the newcomers. Four expeditions had already gone in, he was told. Two were the elderly, one by the army, and one by the navy’s marines. They would be the fifth, joined by a team of battle-mages, a fact that Jean shrugged at. The more the merrier, he supposed.
With night now falling fast and everybody rested and content, the joint expedition moved towards the gates of the Labyrinth, dismounted and on foot. Like the others, Jean did not know what to expect. Indeed, he feared the unknown, but the chance to see and study the Labyrinth itself for himself was too alluring.
Jean blinked. A second ago, he was with his fellow scholars and army compatriots, with a sea of tents around him. That was now gone, instead replaced by a scorched field and an unfamiliar, foreign night sky. Reasoning that he was likely now inside the Labyrinth, he looked down to confirm the status of his belongings, which were as intact as it was when he first arrived at the Lulian camp. He then looked around him, scanning the blackened field. He looked for the familiar face of the energetic summoner, and then his white-coated alchemist colleague, and then for the blue-and-yellow coated soldiers of his country, but Jean only found unfamiliar faces amongst the group of people that he had appeared in. The professor slowly stood up.
“Well,” started the professor, scratching his head. “This is troublesome.”
Fir was donning her sweater again. The Juneau girl landed, or appeared, in a particularly decrepit section of the ruined town. She was flanked by two enormous towers, one toppled, and the other positioned almost as if it were about to fall. The area was damp and cold, and she sneezed as she landed.
Find, a partner, find the church, find a relic. The instructions were straightforward and easy enough. The Juneau girl didn’t have any particular strong feelings about her assignment, in fact, seeing her two friends being picked for the same assessment was comforting. She had some doubt as to the headmaster’s motives; the Bar Bomber was amongst their numbers, and in the morning, she realized that the group of students participating alongside her was also involved in the incident on the airship the other day. The examination struck her as more of a punishment, not a test. The way the mission was described sounded like the Beacon administration was lazy and had pushed one of its tasks upon the freshmen.
Popping a piece of hard candy in her mouth, Fir stepped into the remains of what appeared to be a road, pitted and in a state of upheaval. She supposed it would be the best idea to find her partner sooner than later. She didn’t mind if the person was friend or stranger, as long as it wasn’t the bar bomber. She shuddered – She might as well jump off a cliff and kill herself before partnering with a person with such disregard for safety and common sense.
Fir’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a piece of metal being kicked aside. She spun around, half-expecting for the silver-haired idiot to show up with another dust bomb, but instead were a pair of ursa. There was also movement in the corner of her eye, and Fir realized that something was also attempting to flank her.
A long gray pole suddenly appeared in front of Fir, which she grabbed and spun twice along its center of gravity before falling into a relaxed defensive stance.
“Does a sneeze piss you guys off that much?”
Her question was answered by the lunge of one of the ursa, which Fir expertly sidestepped. The Juneau girl quickly retaliated, spinning her polearm, landing a heavy blow from the business end of the stick onto its head. Taking a half step, and a half spin, she pressed a button and then briefly tapped the other ursa with Lancekravt, finger on the transformed trigger.
“Bang.”
The twisted monster stumbled back, hit point blank by a round from the compact gun. It took two steps backwards before collapsing onto the ground. It wasn't dead yet, but definitely out of the game. She turned around quickly, eyeing the other ursa, and keeping a portion of her attention to the approaching movement behind her. Taking a jumping step backwards onto a rusted payphone, she confirmed, with a small frown, seven targets: the remaining ursa, and six Beowolf. Fir pulled back the slide on Lancekravt, ejecting a shell casing. She let the casing fall a foot before she batted the piece of metal with her weapon towards the pack of grimm.
“All this for a single sneeze? Do you grimm have nothing better to do?”
Find, a partner, find the church, find a relic. The instructions were straightforward and easy enough. The Juneau girl didn’t have any particular strong feelings about her assignment, in fact, seeing her two friends being picked for the same assessment was comforting. She had some doubt as to the headmaster’s motives; the Bar Bomber was amongst their numbers, and in the morning, she realized that the group of students participating alongside her was also involved in the incident on the airship the other day. The examination struck her as more of a punishment, not a test. The way the mission was described sounded like the Beacon administration was lazy and had pushed one of its tasks upon the freshmen.
Popping a piece of hard candy in her mouth, Fir stepped into the remains of what appeared to be a road, pitted and in a state of upheaval. She supposed it would be the best idea to find her partner sooner than later. She didn’t mind if the person was friend or stranger, as long as it wasn’t the bar bomber. She shuddered – She might as well jump off a cliff and kill herself before partnering with a person with such disregard for safety and common sense.
Fir’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a piece of metal being kicked aside. She spun around, half-expecting for the silver-haired idiot to show up with another dust bomb, but instead were a pair of ursa. There was also movement in the corner of her eye, and Fir realized that something was also attempting to flank her.
A long gray pole suddenly appeared in front of Fir, which she grabbed and spun twice along its center of gravity before falling into a relaxed defensive stance.
“Does a sneeze piss you guys off that much?”
Her question was answered by the lunge of one of the ursa, which Fir expertly sidestepped. The Juneau girl quickly retaliated, spinning her polearm, landing a heavy blow from the business end of the stick onto its head. Taking a half step, and a half spin, she pressed a button and then briefly tapped the other ursa with Lancekravt, finger on the transformed trigger.
“Bang.”
The twisted monster stumbled back, hit point blank by a round from the compact gun. It took two steps backwards before collapsing onto the ground. It wasn't dead yet, but definitely out of the game. She turned around quickly, eyeing the other ursa, and keeping a portion of her attention to the approaching movement behind her. Taking a jumping step backwards onto a rusted payphone, she confirmed, with a small frown, seven targets: the remaining ursa, and six Beowolf. Fir pulled back the slide on Lancekravt, ejecting a shell casing. She let the casing fall a foot before she batted the piece of metal with her weapon towards the pack of grimm.
“All this for a single sneeze? Do you grimm have nothing better to do?”
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