Freeshooter92

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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*Tazes Free*

@Rtron

*Falls over and convulses*

Worth it.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

*Licks Fallen on the nose.*

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What would happen if I were to start licking people? Hypothetically speaking.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alaira Taenn

Alaira simply sighed as she watched the displays with no small amount of boredom. There was a fight, but she just couldn't be bothered to get invested. She didn't like combat shapeshifting, especially since she knew that the raw power you'd get from turning into a big-ass lizard or something was not worth what you lost from a mortal body. Not only did you lose obvious things like hands, but a lot of people didn't seem to realize just how enduring even a human's body was; animals could run faster, but a trained human could run for far, far longer, not to mention the mortal body's resistance to toxins, or the sheer longevity of one. On the other end, she felt that taking such pride in being something else wasn't healthy. Not appreciating the body you were given. She was unaware of the teacher's less than beautiful true form, so the irony was lost on her.

She shook her head, she had to leave. She didn't even have anyone to talk to here. She took a moment to look around... She remembered seeing Lyn with the albino boy, but he didn't seem to have her around... Perhaps she'd been delivered to her mother? She rose and stretched, snatching up her spear and affixing it to her back as she left the dining hall, nodding to one of the guards on the way out. She made her way towards Mar's room, idly gathering a small amount of electricity in one hand before tossing it to the other and back again to amuse herself. She dismissed it when she reached the door, clearing her throat and giving it a hearty knock. "Oy, Mar! You in there? Open up!" She called.

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Grey Onyx

Grey chuckled lightly at her comment, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. "Ah, don't be so hard on yourself. Herbamancy is a wonderful school." He said, smiling. It was truth, he would certainly prefer one of them by his side than whatever the hell had just ruined those suits of armor. He grumbled something about 'a waste of perfectly fine armor', which his employer would no-doubt find amusing.

When he felt the tugging at his axe, his hand shot down to still it, like he had been doing the whole night. What caught him off gaurd was the fact that his hand landed upon something much softer than an axe had any right being. He looked down, to find that Lucilia had been trying to get his attention and it wasn't the possessed weapon throwing a tantrum. "Ah, sorry..." He said, averting his eye as she asked her question... "Hrm? Oh, right..." He said quietly, unhooking the bag from his belt and offering it to her. "This is the right one, yes?... Shall I deliver it to him?" He asked, looking over to where the archmage sat.

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I don't think we should have yet another PC race. We've already got like four. Even I have one, and I'm complaining about it! If anything, you should be a dwarf. There is not one, Not a SINGLE dwarven PC. And if you don't make one I will, because this lack of little stout-bodied person representation is driving me mad. *Affixes beard with velcro*

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Grey Onyx

Grey stood at attention behind the instructors during the demonstration, idly watching them perform their miracles as if it was nothing. He felt honored to be among the guard stationed there, even if he felt a little out of place. Though clad in formal officer's wear, he still looked... scruffy. He watched each of them in turn, pleased at how... pleasant it was. Nothing was being torn apart, nobody was experiencing unimaginable horror... Just food, drink and pleasant music.

He didn't have much to think about, other than the ornery talking axe he had acquired. He had been unable to find somewhere to drop the thing off, so it was currently stuck on his hip. Thankfully, it had kept quiet... Which was all he really wanted it to do. He arched a brow when the arena was constructed, wondering just what they had planned... Though his answer came in the form of the vitamancy teacher and the runecrafter. He respected the dwarf, but... He had trouble getting along with Lidda. He wasn't really able to understand how one could be so uncomfortable in their own skin... not that he'd ever seen what she really looks like. Part of him just wished she'd pick something more... conventional.

He watched the fight with disinterest, unable to really enjoy it. Lidda seemed to have great skill at vitamancy, but poor skill at war, which she attempted to compensate for with brutish animal forms. It was effective, but he thought it lacked... class. Maybe it was that harrowing run-in with that 'elf', but he just found shapechanging vitamancy either disgusting or an exercise in pointless vanity. The fight soon ended, the guard chuckling to himself a bit when he saw Lidda's snakelike face don an expression that was definitely what one would call smug. "How wonderful to know that Master wizards are not above attention whoring." He remarked quietly to Lucilia, smiling lightly. He was clearly jesting.

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Wait, did I say we're serving people? Nah man, this is a public feast. I get that man eating as it's place, but that place isn't the feast itself. That's what Underhaven is for.

@Lucius Cypher

Hrm. I guess I was wrong. Well, now I feel silly. Sorry about that.

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Look dawg, just take it more seriously. That's all I want. Stop just casually peppering this around everywhere, it's not cool. I get vampires eating people and shit, but serving people at something like this is just completely insane.

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Also, does anyone know a way to turn notifications off?