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The years behind me grow and become brighter whilst the years ahead shrink and become dimmer, providing me an excellent opportunity to use the word 'whilst'. Now I'm tired and can't think of anything else funny to say. Let's see, classy info dump should do. I am FlitterFaux this time around, I tend to get horribly busy (still am) and leave the guild sometimes for years at a time but I just can't stay away forever. I'm not awesome enough for advanced but fast paced one lining does not work for me either so casual is juuusst right. I'm a lady, possibly past 29 but don't ask which 29th birthday I'm at, I like rainbows which is good because they're hard to escape in Hawaii, I like fantasy and sci fi with liberal sprinklings of horror and drama, and I'm tired again. I'll finish the rest later. Edit: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. I can start a private conversation... with myself!? Epic. Truly epic.

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As for Berke, yeah, I wholeheartedly agree. :3

Looks like it's gonna be Alex, Madock, and Yrhen for now? Alex said he was best at range, so three shooters? Sounds like a fireteam to me.

Edit: I think I might try to make a small post tonight for Yrhen's initial reaction to Madock, then I should cool it and wait for an Alex post.
Yrhen Oharra

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@hagroden



This is getting... almost creepy. His personality is almost just like Pe'pe, on top of everything else.

Listening and watching very carefully Yrhen's decision was made on his level of competence. And she knew she definitely needed this guy on her team before someone else tried to steal him away. Even if he was a psychopath or some other kind of deviant behind that smile, right now she needed someone reliable like this. But she knew she couldn't look too eager; such a thing was an easily exploitable weakness after all.

Twelve years? I only have about eight under my belt. And I bet he's familiar with more than just a few different models. And seven years of gravity magic? That must take way more energy than my own techniques. I couldn't even attempt something like that without passing out. The way he talks, and how easy that levitation looked for him... formal training? Dammit, I should have known! It looks like I'm the useless one after all.

Yrhen kept her thoughts and emotions off her face thanks to a lifetime of practice, but her confidence had taken another dive. If this was just the first person she met and he had that much more experience than her, how well trained were the others? She dropped her duffel on the ground in front of her and knelt down to open it. She started taking out her weapons and ammunition. Bet that train conductor would have had a fit if he knew I was carrying all this on me.

"I suppose you'll do, Alex. You can call me Oharra. And it should be obvious what I do."

She grabbed an enormous thirteen millimeter round from her bag and took her rifle off her shoulder. She looked up pointedly as she loaded the bullet in a practiced, efficient motion. She then went back to retrieving and checking her backup weaponry, which included an unusual piece, a sharpened steel boomerang. At the same time she took these things out she hastily grabbed her own hand-me-down condenser and stuffed that into a pocket. It was a very old model her grandparents used, with far less capacity than modern Condensers. She would prefer not to advertise the fact that most of her equipment was low budget.

"I prefer to conserve my magic when a bullet will do. I don't do show and tell." More like I can't afford to demonstrate...

As soon as she had everything in its proper place she stood and slung her rifle over her shoulder again.

"Third member. Need someone who's not a complete idiot."
Yrhen Oharra

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@hagroden



As she was looking away from the one boy, pretending to be intensely interested in the town ruins (which wasn't hard as she felt the place was quite beautiful), a shadow fell over her. She turned to look at who had approached her and found herself staring at someone's upper chest and collar bone. Tilting her head back to meet the eyes of this annoyingly tall boy with a surprisingly soft voice, she saw it was the one with the red around his eyes. Technically he was the least upsetting potential teammate she had seen so far, though she was not keen on openly admitting that fact. But he had possibly saved her some trouble by approaching her first, as she now realized her indecisiveness might see her stuck with someone much worse in the end.

Geez, he even looks like a teenage version of Pe'pe, grey hair and everything. All he needs is a short scraggly beard and to lose those bags under his eyes.

"Maybe. If you can resist bursting into tears or running home when things go badly." When. Not if. She honestly believed there was no way this trial would go smoothly. She also wanted to see how he dealt with her insults before impulsively teaming up with him. He seemed like her best bet now but he could still be useless or rotten at the core. She had been wrong too many times. Even this boy who reminded her of her grandfather was an unpredictable unknown. So she stared at Alex with cold, unfriendly eyes.

"What good are you, anyway? Can you do anything useful besides act as a human shield?"
Hoo, the curse of mentions is still strong. Let's all just pretend I remembered...
Yrhen Oharra

Courtyard


Yrhen noticed a distinct lack of icy rain hitting her head and back as it was quite sudden and not gradual. Curious, she looked up, only to see the rivulets starting to form thin waterfalls in midair. What is that? A solid magical dome or water flow control magic? She neither saw nor heard the groundskeeper approach, such was her fascination and certainty that she was alone.

Hearing the voice Yrhen let out a short gasp and shot to her feet. She turned to the speaker and delivered a sharp salute, just as her grandparents, retired military themselves, had taught her. Her reflexive reaction did not seem misplaced when she saw the man that had addressed her. Older, but still with brightly colored red hair. Hunched and using a cane, but towering and fit and undoubtedly an experienced mage. A mage with a sharp eye, assessing her as she assessed him. He seemed to be the groundskeeper from what he said, but from what she saw such a title seemed too simplistic, she would have guessed him to be one of the professors.

"I was trying to analyze the magic behind the flora's preservation, sir. I mean, I think they are very aesthetically pleasing, and I think student's morale will be higher overall for the work you've done here. Yuck. I sound like one of those snotty elitists. Is it ok to say what I really think? If I don't behave or give the answers expected of me... But this is one of the staff here. He may already know about me. And besides, what artist doesn't want to know their work is appreciated? If we're alone it should be OK, just this once.

She looked all around, making sure no one else was in earshot or even within sight, then made her decision. She moved closer to the man so he could better hear her as she whispered.

"They're... abolutely gorgeous. Sir."

Upon hearing the entrance examinations would be starting soon she gratefully accepted the offered nutrition bars, and reverted back to her usual serious demeanor.

"Yes sir!" She snapped another salute at the groundskeeper before picking up her bag and following his lead. She was glad he had been here, she had no idea where she was supposed to be.

A real breakfast would have been nice. Oh well, I should be grateful I got anything at all with how things turned out. I wonder what kinds of things they serve at a prestigious school like this? Must be nutritious at least, military soldiers and magic users alike use a lot of energy, right? I just hope it's nothing to bland or artificial tasting. I wonder if they'll have-

Her train of thought was completely derailed as she unwrapped and bit into the allegedly fruit flavored bar. Her stern expression soured notably as the flavor assaulted her unprepared taste buds. In the end, she was happy to not immediately choke or spit it out. A look of grim determination settled on her face as she chewed, forced herself to swallow, and took another bite.

I swear to all that is worth a damn in this world, I will never let myself be late for a meal again.

The Written Exam

Having arrived so late walking into the room for the written exam when everyone else was already seated was nerve-wracking enough; never mind the fact that she was not very accomplished academically. Fortunately it seemed the groundskeeper took the time to explain things to their current instructor, a woman who looked terribly intimidating with little effort. She took one of the few remaining seats silently, staring straight ahead and not meeting anyone's eyes. She resisted the urge to look around and mentally braced herself She noted the instructions on the board and got right to work, forcing her face to remain calm and unemotional.

The test itself was about as grueling as she expected; there were very few questions she could answer confidently. On top of this some of the questions seemed a little off or had small errors in how they were worded. She answered these as best she could but her already limited confidence was used up quickly. Then came the essay. She had expected to have to explain why she wanted to be a mage, and a military mage at that. Military life was not easy or pleasant and more was expected of a professional magic user than the common soldier. Thus she had thought long and hard about her answer, and she often recited it in her head. An essay would just be a more detailed version of that and so she got started on it right after the last question, not waiting a beat.

Halfway through she suddenly stopped writing, and stared at the words she had written. In order to protect those that cannot protect themselves, and to uphold the values of our great nation... Now that I look at it on paper it all feels so... plastic. She scratched out everything she had written so far and flipped the paper over. Using her arm to cover her paper from any potential wandering eyes she began again.

Seven months ago I was standing on the edge of a cliff, wondering if I would feel my bones shatter the instant before I died---


Unknown location 30 mins from Mordhaben's Institute

With the mentally and emotionally taxing written test complete Yrhen had made it a point to be one of the first in line for the next test. She also made a point of ignoring every other student that came near her, repelling conversation with an especially intense scowl. It seemed to work, much to her relief, no one so much as sat in the seat next to her. That and the unexpected pleasure of the busride through the countryside did wonders for her frayed nerves. By the time she filed off the bus to follow the unusually garbed professor Brovak she felt much better.

She shifted a few feet to the right when everyone was told to form two lines, and she listened very carefully as professor Brovak spoke. She couldn't help but to feel hopeful to hear there was a higher chance of applicants passing this year. Even if this test was going to be harsh she felt this was going to be her best chance at passing. She was fairly sure she had flunked the written test despite her best efforts.

Of course now there was the matter of forming teams with the others. This, too, she had known to expect. Teamwork was an essential skill to learn in most professions, and in particular the military. If she was lucky her skill set would land her the role of sniper scout and she could operate mostly solo. But even then she would still need to know how to function as part of a team. And of course she had to actually qualify for Mordhaben's Institute in the first place, and that meant performing well in this potentially dangerous team exercise.

Doesn't mean I have to like it. As if that's worth anything..

She scanned through the people around her, finally assessing her peers properly. Within moments she did not like what she saw. The few that might meet her standards of a potential bearable teammate all had something about them she didn't like upon closer inspection. There was a really tall guy that she could provide covering fire for if he was willing to take point. But he smiled way, way too much and was too friendly by far for her liking. There was a sharply dressed boy with glasses and a deck of cards who looked far too smug for his own good. There was a very pretty and very pale girl who she couldn't actually read very well, but there was something sly about that one that raised a major red flag. Another red flag was from someone that otherwise looked like a good choice for a teammate. Again it was a subtle look in the eyes that made her wary. Also the more she looked at him the more ill fitting his clothes seemed on certain parts of his body. Ultimately the dark, brooding boy reminded her of herself.

That's not s good thing. At all. Wait! That one there, not too dark, not too bright, relaxed.. honestly his whole body language reminds me of my grandfather. He's fit and as much as a look can tell I get a sense of competence from him. Maybe I should grab him before someone else does- Oh. Why are his eyes so red? Has he been... crying? Maybe not as good a choice as I thought. Hm.

And then one boy caught her attention hard. Not because he was a good potential teammate, but because she recognized him. That was just plain alarming, no terrifying. She remembered where she had seen him. She remembered that day very well. The day she bought her rifle with her grandfather was one of the happier memories of her life. And he might remember her as well. A dozen possible lies or ways she could avoid this boy flew through her mind. She turned her body, trying to prevent a clear line of sight between him and her rifle. The same rifle the Holliday boy had sold to her last April.

Dammit! I thought I would never see this guy again. What the hell are the odds we'd both end up attending the same school, and worse, the same year? This is terrible...

Maybe he won't notice me?
@semicolon Oh son of a- lol, sorry. That was an auto correction by the worse of my two crappy phones. I try to keep it in check but sometimes things slip by...

Cel
Ohon I remembered but somehow I forgot Mars was an advanced student... sheesh, you'd think I'd know by heart having read everyone's CS like three times. You and Cell are not alone, I, too, am a legendary scatterbrain/mental drifter.

Well let's get Oh on, Cel, and Mars some popcorn and good luck to the rest of us! :D
@semicolon Are you the only player with a senior student right now? Well here's to hoping us recruits put on a good show! :3

To that end anyone have in mind who they might want to team up with? I'll be posting either tonight or tomorrow, and Yrhen is going to fall into indecisiveness, finding some fault real or imagined with everyone around her.
Semi automatic, that's pretty slick! Arguably the better choice but Yrhen would rather bet her life on what she's already familiar with :3
Longpost is quite long and wonderful. Made my morning ^-^ Trick questions and an essay, you say? Tough break, Oharra. Standard rifles, too? Live fire exams made as unpleasant as possible? Shaping up to be a great morning.

Choosing partners, hmm...
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