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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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7 mos ago
I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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11 mos ago
Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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2 yrs ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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2 yrs ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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Just finished this guy - anything need to be changed?
Edit: Whoops, sorry about that. Fixed the problems rush pointed out
Just finished this guy - anything need to be changed?
Edit: Whoops, sorry about that. Fixed the problems rush pointed out
Interested, if there is still room.
Theodore Smith
Health: 1670/2000
Mana: 100/500
The battle concluded with some difficulty, as the ghost wolves seemed to be able to completely ignore Theo's defenses. Still, the party managed to survive, and the rest of he battles that the party participated were ended swiftly, a combination of all their efforts combined. Resting, Theo deliberated the options presented to the group - they had already seen a decent chunk of danger, and the loot they had collected to this point was satisfactory or a single trip. Honestly, Theo would have preferred simply leaving with what they had rather than risk a boss fight. After all, bosses were far stronger than regular mobs in most RPGs, so what was the point of risking it when your life was on the line?
Of course, he said nothing. Dirk would never turn down a challenge, even if it was suicide.
Reylan gave everyone a needed pep talk, and while it did little to change Theo's view, it at least gave him some confidence. His defense was ridiculous, and with Karma as a healer combined with Theo's massive pool of health, he was unlikely to die. What really mattered was if his Mana would last - it was already at 150...
Karma healed up the party, and the group made their way to the open field that presented them the boss of the dungeon. Theo clenched the longsword he had found during the excursion, praying that this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought it would.
The menacing figures in front of them caused Theo to slightly falter, but he didn't feel nearly as scared as he would have. Once again, the Rosary and his acting skill allowed him to retain the facade of bravery. Internally, he still loathed to look upon the monstrosities that faced him down. Reylan gave out his orders, as he had done in the previous battles.
Of course, this meant that Theo had to go against the biggest of the bunch - looking at the scene, there was little in the terrain that could assist them, and with a paladin's poor speed, Kiting the boss while letting the ranged players attack was impossible. Since he had only a single way to gain aggro, and it was single target, there was no choice but to use it on the biggest guy. Theo understood the reasoning in Reylan's orders.
It didn't make him feel better about going against such a large opponent. A roar arced across the battle field from the main opponent, and Theo swore under his breath. The roar itself wasn't too intimidating - not with the Rosary. The reasoning behind the cry was that Theo had just lost 200 health - before the fight even started. Theo was already running low on HP, so the blow was unneeded... Still, he had more health than most of his companions. Theo sliced into the Herald, before letting loose his own roar and guarding with his shield.
Aster managed to land her own blows easily, performing an incredible leap. Theo knew for a fact that she was far faster than him, and with her lack of heavy armor, she was much lighter on her feat as well. Theo never really liked evasive tanks that much, since they were usually pretty squishy, but he was glad another person was at his side.
Theo wasn't able to see them, but he knew that the spell casters and ranged players were a good distance away - they needed to be, considering the danger they could be in...
In his peripheral vision, Theo saw Paralyze and Shiba slice into one of the guards, and chari was quick to deliver her own blow onto the other. Theo prayed that this wouldn't draw the aggro too heavily from him and Aster...
Theo already broke his promise to the party - Many of them were wounded. Far more than never taking "A single point of damage" like he promised. It was for that reason than, no matter what, he couldn't let anyone die. Not again. No one here would end up like him...
Theo's grip on his shield and Sword only strengthened at the thought of Kajin. His hands burned and ached, and Theo was surprised his health didn't drop from the strength he put into his grip. His teeth were clenched and grinding, and Theo was on the verge of tears. This was unreal. Not even a week ago, he had been a kid in a college, ecstatic to play the most realistic game in history. Now he was risking his life...
But if he had to risk his life, Dirk would... No. Theo would gladly risk his life to protect the people who had helped him this far.
Summary:
Slash at Herald
Aggravate
Guard with shield
Post is going to come out tomorrow or the next day - so sorry for taking so damn long.
The day had been an exhausting one so far - He had started his run at 4:00 AM, and proceeded to run for the next 4 hours without pause. He only stopped for a green light, as he knew his mother hated when he simply ran across the street when it was the crack of dawn and cars could hit him. He tried to resume his run when the light turned red, but upon lifting his legs, he immediately fell to the ground. Swearing, Luke realized he had stopped running while waiting for the light - his legs were incredibly tired after the run, and he had lost track of time and been running for longer than he planned. Sighing, he rose to his shaky feet and, after a great deal of difficulty, he made his way to the gym he worked part-time at.
He barely had time to shower and change for his shift at 9:30 AM, but luckily, he only had to scan people's memberships cards today. Thankfully, the manager had taken mercy on him and had made his schedule a lot less intensive - school was just around the corner, after all. Luke continued to work, pausing only occasionally when no one was coming in so he could massage his ankles. He had planned to do some dead lifts later today, but he knew that his mother would yell at him if he did in his current condition. After an 8 hour shift, Luke clocked out, and made his way home.
By 6:00 PM, he had arrived to his large home. He had never brought any friends over, having felt that they would be too intimidated by his wealth. Hell, the friends he does have don't know anything about his family - they most likely assumed that he was a poorer kid, considering how he usually dressed. Entering his home, he was greeted by the maids, who proceeded to cook dinner. Mother, as it seemed, was at a board meeting, and wouldn't be home for a few days. Sitting down to another, lonely meal, Luke finally made his way to his room at 7:00.
There was little to do - He practiced the breathing exercises that Dr. Matthews had instructed him to use when he started feeling poorly. Opening his eyes, he realized that it didn't help much.
Luke looked into the full scale mirror in his room, the one that his mother installed when she made a futile attempt to give him a more fashionable wardrobe. He appeared normal - at least, his upper body did. At the bottom of his torso, his legs devolved - mere vestigial strings, shaking delicately underneath the large girth and mass of his body. Sweat dripped down Luke's face as the small, noodle-like extremities began to grow thinner and thinner, growing exponentially smaller and smaller, until he could hardly see the flesh - even the bones began to compact, shrinking smaller than a thread-
Luke was on the ground. A foul stench hit his nose as he realized he wasn't just on the ground - he was lying in a pool of vomit. Rising slowly, almost uncertainly, he called for one of the maids, slowly making his way to the bathroom. When she made it the his room, she called out.
"You know I'll have to contact your mother about this, right, Mr. LaMotta? She told us to call her when this happens to you."
"I know... Let her know that I'm alright. I hate when ma has to worry."
Gripping his hand into a tight fist, Luke began to clean himself up. He hated feeling so weak, having vomited on the ground over stupid tricks his mind was playing. It was childlike, and it sohuldn't have any effect on him in the slightest. He ate a significantly smaller meal, chicken and oats. It was stupid to be so scared of something that was just his mind playing games with him... Jst him being weak...
Even while he thought this, he was extra careful to avoid eye contact with the mirror as he slipped into bed.
He didn't expect what awaited him when he awoke.
He had felt a small pulling sensation. He saw, in front of him another him - another Luke. He was in a void, and he sighed slightly. Not this nightmare again...
Unlike other times, however, this Luke was static. After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, the figure faded - In it's place, there was a rectangular reflection. The other Luke had simply been his own reflection. Nearly a solid minute passed, before a scene played out on the mirror's surface.
Green meadows, very fluffy clouds, and an expanse of warmth that felt almost unnerving. Closing his eyes, hoping for the dream to end soon, he felt himself launch into the mirror - he didn't even have time to open his eyes and see what catapulted his frame into the object. Whatever it was it had to be pretty strong, to launch someone of his size and strength so easily. Next thing he knew, Luke had landed inside of the strange world.
There seemed to be a small group of people, with Luke near the the right side of the group. Without warning, a small creature walked up to them - a rabbit. Or at least, a creature that looked like a rabbit. He was the first to open his mouth - or, at the very least, whoever was using the puppet had decided to talk first.
"Hmm...Well, this is... disappointing to say the least. Why, they look no different from any other human."
Quickly, a response followed from a girl nearby, wearing a sundress.
The creature, apparently using the alias "White Rabbit", introduced them to the "Wonderland." Luke silently reminded himself to not order chicken form the supermarket he usually went to - this was obviously a fever dream caused by food poisoning. And the day before he started his Senior year... Hopefully this wouldn't last long.
The others in the group began to converse ,going on about things like "Psychics" and "P3 Syndrome." Luke chuckled to himself - he heard about that terrible phenomena a few weeks ago on the news, and a man came into the gym today saying that his son had fallen into a coma 4 days ago. Luke's brain must have been trying to really scare him, or this was on hell of a dream.
Finally, the rabbit began to speak again.
"...Whatever information I can provide, I'll be happy to. But for now, there's no time to explain. For the sake of information, you're in the Butter Daisy Forest...or at least just outside of it anyways, and we're not out of the woods yet. Reasons for trust aside, something terrible is coming this way as we speak, and we need to get to safety now before it arrives."
There was a bit more talking, but Luke couldn't hear it - he had already begun to snicker, and by the time they said "monster" later in the conversation, it had erupted into full-blown laughter. It was barely between hard inhales that Luke was able to speak.
"This is- This is the funniest goddamn fever dream I've ever had!"
Rising to his feet, he continued.
"'Butter Daisy Forest?' 'Something Coming?' If this wasn't some dream I was having, I'd give this a 10/10, cause only something this ridiculous would happen in a children's show."
Luke continued to speak, speaking over a Taller, blond man as he did so.
"For god's sake, if this 'Monster' comes to a place like 'Butter Daisy Forest,' how bad could it possibly b-"
Luke was cut off upon seeing the mountain of a man - Luke's head only came to his chest, and he was about at muscular as Luke - No, he looked even more muscular. While this alone was intimidating, Luke knew more than anybody else - The taller you are, the more muscle you need to pack on in order to look intimidating. For someone of this size, he was clearly a man of strength and power...
God, Luke felt stupid. Why was he scared - this was a dream. A very, very realistic one, but still a dream. A smaller blond kid began to encourage everyone to start running, and while Luke would normally love to, there was a slight problem.
Luke's legs ached horribly, and if he started to run for his life without stretching first, he might pull a muscle... maybe worse. If that happened, and his mom came home early, she'd take him to the hospital... it was just what she did whenever he was hurt...
Luke wasn't going to the hospital. If he needed to run, he'd jog... yeah, it'd hurt a lot, but this guy was clearly heavy. The while his legs seemed extremely muscular, they'd have to carry his massive weight no matter what. Luke could outrun him, even if it hurt a little...
Reaching for his leg, he began to breath in through his nose, hold for 10 seconds, and breathed out through his mouth. Just like Dr. Matthews taught him... His legs felt fine right now. He couldn't have one of his episodes now.
Not on the off chance, the incredibly minuscule possibility that this wasn't a dream.
He barely had time to shower and change for his shift at 9:30 AM, but luckily, he only had to scan people's memberships cards today. Thankfully, the manager had taken mercy on him and had made his schedule a lot less intensive - school was just around the corner, after all. Luke continued to work, pausing only occasionally when no one was coming in so he could massage his ankles. He had planned to do some dead lifts later today, but he knew that his mother would yell at him if he did in his current condition. After an 8 hour shift, Luke clocked out, and made his way home.
By 6:00 PM, he had arrived to his large home. He had never brought any friends over, having felt that they would be too intimidated by his wealth. Hell, the friends he does have don't know anything about his family - they most likely assumed that he was a poorer kid, considering how he usually dressed. Entering his home, he was greeted by the maids, who proceeded to cook dinner. Mother, as it seemed, was at a board meeting, and wouldn't be home for a few days. Sitting down to another, lonely meal, Luke finally made his way to his room at 7:00.
There was little to do - He practiced the breathing exercises that Dr. Matthews had instructed him to use when he started feeling poorly. Opening his eyes, he realized that it didn't help much.
Luke looked into the full scale mirror in his room, the one that his mother installed when she made a futile attempt to give him a more fashionable wardrobe. He appeared normal - at least, his upper body did. At the bottom of his torso, his legs devolved - mere vestigial strings, shaking delicately underneath the large girth and mass of his body. Sweat dripped down Luke's face as the small, noodle-like extremities began to grow thinner and thinner, growing exponentially smaller and smaller, until he could hardly see the flesh - even the bones began to compact, shrinking smaller than a thread-
Luke was on the ground. A foul stench hit his nose as he realized he wasn't just on the ground - he was lying in a pool of vomit. Rising slowly, almost uncertainly, he called for one of the maids, slowly making his way to the bathroom. When she made it the his room, she called out.
"You know I'll have to contact your mother about this, right, Mr. LaMotta? She told us to call her when this happens to you."
"I know... Let her know that I'm alright. I hate when ma has to worry."
Gripping his hand into a tight fist, Luke began to clean himself up. He hated feeling so weak, having vomited on the ground over stupid tricks his mind was playing. It was childlike, and it sohuldn't have any effect on him in the slightest. He ate a significantly smaller meal, chicken and oats. It was stupid to be so scared of something that was just his mind playing games with him... Jst him being weak...
Even while he thought this, he was extra careful to avoid eye contact with the mirror as he slipped into bed.
He didn't expect what awaited him when he awoke.
He had felt a small pulling sensation. He saw, in front of him another him - another Luke. He was in a void, and he sighed slightly. Not this nightmare again...
Unlike other times, however, this Luke was static. After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, the figure faded - In it's place, there was a rectangular reflection. The other Luke had simply been his own reflection. Nearly a solid minute passed, before a scene played out on the mirror's surface.
Green meadows, very fluffy clouds, and an expanse of warmth that felt almost unnerving. Closing his eyes, hoping for the dream to end soon, he felt himself launch into the mirror - he didn't even have time to open his eyes and see what catapulted his frame into the object. Whatever it was it had to be pretty strong, to launch someone of his size and strength so easily. Next thing he knew, Luke had landed inside of the strange world.
There seemed to be a small group of people, with Luke near the the right side of the group. Without warning, a small creature walked up to them - a rabbit. Or at least, a creature that looked like a rabbit. He was the first to open his mouth - or, at the very least, whoever was using the puppet had decided to talk first.
"Hmm...Well, this is... disappointing to say the least. Why, they look no different from any other human."
Quickly, a response followed from a girl nearby, wearing a sundress.
The creature, apparently using the alias "White Rabbit", introduced them to the "Wonderland." Luke silently reminded himself to not order chicken form the supermarket he usually went to - this was obviously a fever dream caused by food poisoning. And the day before he started his Senior year... Hopefully this wouldn't last long.
The others in the group began to converse ,going on about things like "Psychics" and "P3 Syndrome." Luke chuckled to himself - he heard about that terrible phenomena a few weeks ago on the news, and a man came into the gym today saying that his son had fallen into a coma 4 days ago. Luke's brain must have been trying to really scare him, or this was on hell of a dream.
Finally, the rabbit began to speak again.
"...Whatever information I can provide, I'll be happy to. But for now, there's no time to explain. For the sake of information, you're in the Butter Daisy Forest...or at least just outside of it anyways, and we're not out of the woods yet. Reasons for trust aside, something terrible is coming this way as we speak, and we need to get to safety now before it arrives."
There was a bit more talking, but Luke couldn't hear it - he had already begun to snicker, and by the time they said "monster" later in the conversation, it had erupted into full-blown laughter. It was barely between hard inhales that Luke was able to speak.
"This is- This is the funniest goddamn fever dream I've ever had!"
Rising to his feet, he continued.
"'Butter Daisy Forest?' 'Something Coming?' If this wasn't some dream I was having, I'd give this a 10/10, cause only something this ridiculous would happen in a children's show."
Luke continued to speak, speaking over a Taller, blond man as he did so.
"For god's sake, if this 'Monster' comes to a place like 'Butter Daisy Forest,' how bad could it possibly b-"
Luke was cut off upon seeing the mountain of a man - Luke's head only came to his chest, and he was about at muscular as Luke - No, he looked even more muscular. While this alone was intimidating, Luke knew more than anybody else - The taller you are, the more muscle you need to pack on in order to look intimidating. For someone of this size, he was clearly a man of strength and power...
God, Luke felt stupid. Why was he scared - this was a dream. A very, very realistic one, but still a dream. A smaller blond kid began to encourage everyone to start running, and while Luke would normally love to, there was a slight problem.
Luke's legs ached horribly, and if he started to run for his life without stretching first, he might pull a muscle... maybe worse. If that happened, and his mom came home early, she'd take him to the hospital... it was just what she did whenever he was hurt...
Luke wasn't going to the hospital. If he needed to run, he'd jog... yeah, it'd hurt a lot, but this guy was clearly heavy. The while his legs seemed extremely muscular, they'd have to carry his massive weight no matter what. Luke could outrun him, even if it hurt a little...
Reaching for his leg, he began to breath in through his nose, hold for 10 seconds, and breathed out through his mouth. Just like Dr. Matthews taught him... His legs felt fine right now. He couldn't have one of his episodes now.
Not on the off chance, the incredibly minuscule possibility that this wasn't a dream.
@Rockin Strings
Yep, still need to write up a post for another RP, but I'm a decent way into the CS already.
Yep, still need to write up a post for another RP, but I'm a decent way into the CS already.
With the One Pointers in position, it only took the opening of the portal from Kazuma for Kane to catapult himself into the portal at top speeds. Immediately upon throwing himself through the portal, Chika maneuvered her bots through, one by one - while she was normally amazing at multitasking, the controller was simply not efficient in the slightest. Finally, after everyone had made it through the portal, it shut, and Chika quickly made her way to her room. Landing on the already active PC, the several monitors that littered the desktop and wall in front of her quickly lit up - each displaying the individual cameras of the robots.
Ryuuji had followed his objective and was already asking the nearby hired hands for the whereabouts of the loot, while Kane couldn't seem to contain himself and was already launching himself through the large double set of doors in the front of the bank. Immediately upon doing so, Viewer two could see through the open door the general outline of a man clearly floating above the ground - Other than that, however, Chika's robots were not in position to see much. Quickly, a viewer skittered outside of the open doors, utilizing the massive monstrosity of a teammate as a distraction to prevent anyone noticing. Once the viewer made it to a small bush, the small machine quickly began to rise into the air, and upon reaching a height of a hundred feet, turned down to look at the battle. Chika did not plan on helping out Kane much - after all, he could probably solve this conflict pretty easily on his own. Still, she would easily be able to alert the others if he did require aid, or another hero showed up.
A bright flash, and the new girl appeared along with Kane. Shortly after, sets of vines ruptured the concrete ground and attempted to latch on to the hero on the scene - from the looks of things, the villains were making short work of them. Maneuvering One Pointer #1, the robot quickly placed the end of it's arm onto the woman's back - even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to get up. She let out a small yelp, and Chika simply activated the speakers of One pointer #2
"You all are doing great - simply keep lying down on the ground, and no one will be harmed. However, should you stand up, or should the heroes attempt to come into the building, I will slaughter as many of you as possible. Please keep that in mind, especially if the heroes try to enter."
Chika knew that the heroes and police wouldn't enter - there was no way for them to enter without risking the hostages. This was simply security - should any problems arise, the woman's spine would break like a twig. Even if she didn't die, the heroes would be careful not to make an innocent woman wheelchair bound for the rest of her life.
Having One Pointer #2 and #3 do the same thing as #1 with other hostages in opposite sides of the room, Chika could relax far easier. She had eliminated the need for so many henchman guarding the hostages, and had also secured the safety of her bots. The second a hero tried to destroy one, even with how delicate they were, Chika had no doubt she could kill 6 people - no, probably 8 - before her precious creations were destroyed
Ryuuji had followed his objective and was already asking the nearby hired hands for the whereabouts of the loot, while Kane couldn't seem to contain himself and was already launching himself through the large double set of doors in the front of the bank. Immediately upon doing so, Viewer two could see through the open door the general outline of a man clearly floating above the ground - Other than that, however, Chika's robots were not in position to see much. Quickly, a viewer skittered outside of the open doors, utilizing the massive monstrosity of a teammate as a distraction to prevent anyone noticing. Once the viewer made it to a small bush, the small machine quickly began to rise into the air, and upon reaching a height of a hundred feet, turned down to look at the battle. Chika did not plan on helping out Kane much - after all, he could probably solve this conflict pretty easily on his own. Still, she would easily be able to alert the others if he did require aid, or another hero showed up.
A bright flash, and the new girl appeared along with Kane. Shortly after, sets of vines ruptured the concrete ground and attempted to latch on to the hero on the scene - from the looks of things, the villains were making short work of them. Maneuvering One Pointer #1, the robot quickly placed the end of it's arm onto the woman's back - even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to get up. She let out a small yelp, and Chika simply activated the speakers of One pointer #2
"You all are doing great - simply keep lying down on the ground, and no one will be harmed. However, should you stand up, or should the heroes attempt to come into the building, I will slaughter as many of you as possible. Please keep that in mind, especially if the heroes try to enter."
Chika knew that the heroes and police wouldn't enter - there was no way for them to enter without risking the hostages. This was simply security - should any problems arise, the woman's spine would break like a twig. Even if she didn't die, the heroes would be careful not to make an innocent woman wheelchair bound for the rest of her life.
Having One Pointer #2 and #3 do the same thing as #1 with other hostages in opposite sides of the room, Chika could relax far easier. She had eliminated the need for so many henchman guarding the hostages, and had also secured the safety of her bots. The second a hero tried to destroy one, even with how delicate they were, Chika had no doubt she could kill 6 people - no, probably 8 - before her precious creations were destroyed
I'm so sorry for taking so long - school is destroying me and work has kept me busy as well. Expect a post out real soon.
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