GodOfWar

2020, a reminder

I don't we just get rid of the electoral college. It's a lot less work.

Slam Poetry Thread

@Publius your wit is amusing.

Such an astute scholar, but where is your back bone?
You seem too much like another Shakespearean clone
You seem so eager to reach and steal from the past
You are like the Shanxi Clique; you won't last.
If this is truly a matter of savage words, your fierceness is on par with the Mongolian clan
But your rhymes are just that; fallacy of Straw Man

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@GodOfWar

>Jorken

-eye twitch-

@Zelosse

God damn it now I'm mad at myself too.

>Jorken

EDIT: I have eliminated the Jorken. That's what I get for trying to write at the park with the kiddos.

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Interactions: @Zelosse

Gankona stared at Lorken's rough features as he monologged about the goat-boy's martial potential. Gank slightly winced as the boss trailed his razor nails against his skin, drawing blood. Truly, the gesture was just more of an attack on the boy's pride. Gankona thought about choking out the words from the boss, but given the circumstances, his two hands would not be at par with the other man's one. As Lorken kicked the boy away, knocking the wind out of him, Gankona slowly stood back up in front of his opponent's massive frame once again.

Lorken's attacks were lightning fast, Gankona only being able to block the consequitive line of left jabs. The boss's strong, right hook landed square in Gankona's face, splitting his lip and sending him staggering back. "Come on, you're tougher than that.", Gank thought to himself. The goat-boy recovered rather quickly, spitting out the blood that now filled his mouth onto the floor below him. He faced Lorken with a smile, stating;

"You and me come from similar backgrounds, Lorken. I bet you were a little brash yourself when you first started your 'career'."

If the boss wanted some show of what Gankona can do, he would show him. There was no cane to take anymore; any glory now was in combat. Gankona threw a left and right hook as he lunged at Lorken, with an additional knee to the stomach for good measure. It was three attacks at once; hopefully Lorken could only block two. If all else failed, Gankona kicked himself away from his opponent in order to deny him a counterattack, launching himself straight off of the man's gut with both of his legs.

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Many of the other students saw this battle as a proving moment; prove yourselves or be cast out of your last resort, your last sanctuary. But honestly, Gankona could care less. There was shelter and education here, yes, but somewhere else was Gank's old, effective life of robbing. And, truly, the goat-boy preferred the latter reality compared to the first. He knew such a life best. But there was still a reason to stay; he wanted more. He wanted the pride of succeeding in such a dirt-cheap and potentially brutal school. He wanted his abilities to double. He wanted to feel stronger and superior to others, for once. No more petty crimes; he wanted success in the larger scale. Why stay at the bottom of the food chain when you have an opportunity to claw your way up?

It was this ambition in power that steered and invoked Gankona; it was his drive. It was an almost sudden drive, yes, but it was incredible at overtaking the boy's senses. a spontaneous ambition, but not a fleeting one. It was almost like an instinct; seek out and become more, take what you want. Steal the pride.

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Thus, the goat-boy dived into another attack, jumping towards his opponent with dangerous intent. He threw two punches with both his hands at Lorken's bulky head. Yet, whatever blocked his attack, would be grabbed swiftly. With great force, Gankona would bring his horns to meet Lorken's head, slamming a strong headbutt into the man before continuing his trajectory and throwing his body weight into his opponent. If the giant fell, Gankona would have ample time to land on his feet and curb-stomp the devil.

Brash men, of course, use brash tactics.

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>When you're a literal goat-man that has contributed nothing to society but you have respected woman so you're better than Karadaded Artery over there

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>More Wiafus needed to accuse Karada of rape.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Haka-Mesuka

Interactions: @Conscripts, @Roccanironclad

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The snowy wonderland blended wonderfully with the striking white of the Haka-born's fur and outfit, a pale woman trudging through the snow in a large abundance of equally pale coats. Mesuka had been alerted only a few days prior that she was to move to a new apartment on campus in order to make room for a new set of returning students. She had only been at Silverspell University a few weeks into her second year when her accommodations were reassigned; thus, she was to bunk with a new lot of magical students, permanently this time. As Mesuka reached the tall, steel gates of the university, she shifted her top-most fur coat to cover her freezing nose and mouth. The girl must have had atleast five layers of white wolf furs covering her body as she proceeded into the school; underneath all of them, however, was a mere pair of leather jeans and a white tank-top. A fang necklace and a pair of claw earrings were the only jewelry Mesuka wore. A belt wrapped itself around her waist, containing an assortment of oriental trinkets and wolf-tooth daggers to decorate her room with. The girl was like a walking U-Haul.

As the Lycan made her way slowly into the warm halls of her university, Yukka unburied himself from the warm rolls of her fur.

"Honestly, Mesuka, you look like a yeti. Please just wear the coat I provided you next time.", the familiar scolded.

"Yukka, I'm bringing my furs here not only for clothing, but also to sleep in. I'm starting to move out, as you insisted."

"Mesuka, they give you sheets and a blanket there. You may make your other roommates uncomfortable with so many... Exotic items."

"So be it. Who are my roommates anyways?", Mesuka questioned, putting the large tree frog into the palm of her hand in front of her.

Yukka hesitated for a moment, his quiet croaking filling the halls with a sort of white noise. "The undead you met last year and... Another Lycan."

"Excuse me? I specifically put in a request that I should room NOT with another Lycan!"

"I know, I know. I tried to make sure that request was put through, but the administration really thinks he might be good at helping you adjust."

"He?"

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After apologizing to Yukka for yelling (his ears can get sensitive sometimes), Mesuka begrudgingly made her way up to her apartment, her long, snow white furs accompanying her the whole way up. Unlocking the apartment door, the Haka was greeted with the sight of both of her roommates unpacking and preparing their living quarters. "Hello, Mortem. Nice to see you again.", the Lycan greeted as she past the skeleton, making her way to the last room available. Mesuka and Mortem had gotten off on a rather good start at the end of last school year, both of them turning into friendly acquaintances over discussing the curvature and use of hunting daggers. She suspected they may room together. She didn't even so much as look at her Lycan roommate, not yet; she wanted to prepare her room first.

As she entered her room, Mesuka threw off her furs onto the wide bed, covering it in a mass of white. This, at least, would remind her of home. Sleeping on the fur of hunted wolves; it was nostalgic and comforting. Aside from that, Mesuka took of her belt of possessions and started displaying them around the room: A rolled up piece of Haka tapestry stuck to the wall, daggers displayed fiercely on the table, carved wooden models of wolves on the nightstand, etc. It looked like a primitive exhibit by the time Mesuka was done with it.

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As the Haka-born stepped out of her newly-decorated room, she realized something; she was shivering. Her body did not accommodate cold very well when most of her life was spent in humid jungles, so she walked herself into the kitchen to make herself something to warm up.

And there in the kitchen was "he"; Ash. Putting away pots and pans. This was the first time she really had a good browse of him. He was handsome to the point that Mesuka disdained it; it was manipulative, those looks. He seemed tall and strong, a leader of sorts, and obviously, Mesuka was not thrilled by the concept of such leaders. Heading over to the sink, the Haka-born poured and boiled a cup of water with mint leaves in it for herself. She kept eye contact away from the fellow Lycan; she hoped he didn't talk to her.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Sorry I'm late to the party guys. By the time the IC was up it was 2 am for me and I was dead tired. I'll get on making a post today, though.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Shoot, everyone on the bandwagon.

Character Thoughts

Ivy Riverstone: "She is... A mystery."

Varos Sulan: "Ambitious and naive. What a wonderful example of unfettered youth; Fun in its purest form. I wish I had more Haka gold jewelry to show him."

Ethra: "Indifference is a fruitless tree. I wish she had more conviction; she is the most likely to succeed, however. She will out-pace us all in the long run."

Katarina Elza: "Incredible power and confidence. I admire the demon; her personality and self is almost invincible. What I would give to have her as a sister."

Raven Magnus: "A jack of all trades but a master of none, I say. But, goodness, is he the most fun. If only he could stand his ground a little better. However, I enjoy his company; he's too much of a 'fluff' to worry me with his mischief."

Mortem: "He is an old type of vengeance, old chivalry. I admire his drive from beyond the grave. If you go the extra mile, he will go the second."

Griffin: "There is great talent and heart in this man, but in exchange; no willpower. I do not trust him much, but I appreciate his presence. Though, I have a nagging suspicion something else is not right under the surface..."

Om: "What a sweethearted giant. Truly, that kind of compassion and caring-nature is nearly extinct today. Handsome, strong, and a beautiful man. I just hope no one takes advantage of his kindness."

Lola Dague: "A fortress of needles. She fights with words and is a defensive construct. I wish her well, for there is obviously some sadness behind all of her protection. If only she'd get a little more help. I would be more than willing...

She also gazes at me funny sometimes, but that is a whole other story."

Ash Jens: "I am skeptical of all unnaturally attractive men; I think it a devious trap. But goodness, it is hard to disdain a man so great and full of perk. I should take a chance to try his food, too; people have been saying it's great."

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@Blu

Lorken's favorite strategy is the deadly nipple, didn't you know?

First you think you grabbed the nipple, and then the nipple's grabbed you.