Right, I'll just get a post for those who are waiting and do something for the rest later then I suppose.
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I'll give people a little while longer to get their things in order since I'd prefer not to rush things, eheh.
Negi continued to dither and dally about, nervous tension continually rising within his compact yet surprisingly sturdy frame, slightly panicking at the thought of being caught in someone's machinations. He couldn't use magic to investigate with a crowd this big, and the boy wasn't sure how doing such a thing would cause the public to react. Worst case scenario would be something that happened with Chao, where the release of magic straight away caused much trouble. While he was all for revealing it, he didn't want to do it in such a direct manner. Biding his time and shakily walking down the side walk with the throng of pedestrians, his eyes darted about to look for a place where he could take off without attracting any attention at all.
Suddenly, his senses snapped onto a certain scene. He felt his instincts snap onto a pair of blonde people talkin to each other. One was a slight woman with her hair dressed in a bun, reminding the young magister somehow of those nice girls from Ariadne Magic Academy who took care of Yue during her tenure as an amnesiac. This woman in front of him though was truly "knightly" to him, her demeanor just and firm just like those students were. The taller man with crimson eyes likewise had the same "feel", though in his case it was wafting with arrogance instead of stoicism.
Frowning slightly at the tensed display, Negi gripped his staff as he judged things were going in a direction that might be detrimental to the public. These two figures were different, they were definitely not normal. Having gone through all his experiences, the young immortal could easily tell who was normal and who was not now. Those presences were not something anyone could pick up, and his sixth sense told him to be on guard. Indeed, he would do his best should things devolve rapidly and attempt to any he could should things come to that point. And thus the boy prepared himself, fully on alert and yet doing his best to not aggravate the situation any further.
Suddenly, his senses snapped onto a certain scene. He felt his instincts snap onto a pair of blonde people talkin to each other. One was a slight woman with her hair dressed in a bun, reminding the young magister somehow of those nice girls from Ariadne Magic Academy who took care of Yue during her tenure as an amnesiac. This woman in front of him though was truly "knightly" to him, her demeanor just and firm just like those students were. The taller man with crimson eyes likewise had the same "feel", though in his case it was wafting with arrogance instead of stoicism.
Frowning slightly at the tensed display, Negi gripped his staff as he judged things were going in a direction that might be detrimental to the public. These two figures were different, they were definitely not normal. Having gone through all his experiences, the young immortal could easily tell who was normal and who was not now. Those presences were not something anyone could pick up, and his sixth sense told him to be on guard. Indeed, he would do his best should things devolve rapidly and attempt to any he could should things come to that point. And thus the boy prepared himself, fully on alert and yet doing his best to not aggravate the situation any further.
Yeah, pretty much what Rain's said. I try to prolong the time in between GM posts so people that are still in the rp but have trouble posting can catch up, thought that's not really worked out as well as I had hoped for. I'll get a post up either tormorrow or the day after. ^^.
The boy threw himself into his work, keen mind analyzing everything before him. And endless deluge of papers and screen data, a sea of information that was constant and never shrank. The endeavor would require an unbreakable and unyielding spirit to even grow the seeds let alone seeing it through to the very end. The boy continued his work, always putting in his best. Pen scribbled on parchment, adding signatures, changing equations, signing instructions. It was long and tedious, a thankless job that could make him a great deal of enemies. And yet he never stopped, stubbornly going against expectations and reality to make this dream corporeal. Without commitment, one could not save Mundus Magicus.
The insane and maniac pacing finally petered out in the dead of night, far too late to be called evening. In fact, in only a scant hour, dawn would break once more. Negi Springfield stopped not because he wanted to, but so that his former students wouldn't butt into the situation like they always did. They were good girls (most of them at least), but sometimes one just had to concede or else the fearsome alumni of class 3-A would do as they were wont to do and forcibly inject themselves into the situation, causing way more trouble than any sane person could cope with. By doing this, the boy could stave off their visitations of "good intentions". "Aha... everything would become rather messy, yes." Heaving a sigh of exasperation as his mind slightly quailed at the thoughts, the former teacher attempted to wipe that terrifying train of thought.
Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes for the moment amidst the piles of paperwork piled high upon his desk, the boy felt a bit wistful and lonely- though not enough to tempt fate and have his students show up to make him even more exhausted than he was. Welcome though the shenanigans would be, he was stubborn and wanted to give his all into the project. That and Class 3-A would no doubt mess up all of his careful calculations and magical formula should they come visit. The young immortal gave his brain a cool down for a few more minutes before standing up and grabbing his battle equipment, ready to train the body to balance out the honing of the mind. One had to balance commitments, and theories needed to be tested out in the field. For a magic knight such as him, he had to be fit and ready. It was a lesson learned all too well in his young life after all those adventures.
Suddenly, things changed in such a way that even the young genius could have never expected. He found himself far away from the leased building that he had been in, in a much more packed urban sprawl of a city. "Teleportation?!" Muttering under his breath, the young Springfield almost flipped out before realizing that quite a lot of people were dressed in unique ways, like the Mahora Fest. Cosplayers, his mind told him as he glanced about with widened eyes, fully alert and trying to pinpoint the person who transported him against his will. Smiling querulously as some random people took pictures of him in his magician's garb, the boy gripped his uniquely shaped wooden staff with a focused expression and decided to move about the throng of costumed civilians, attempting to figure out what to do from here while on the lookout for anything truly suspicious and out of place.
The insane and maniac pacing finally petered out in the dead of night, far too late to be called evening. In fact, in only a scant hour, dawn would break once more. Negi Springfield stopped not because he wanted to, but so that his former students wouldn't butt into the situation like they always did. They were good girls (most of them at least), but sometimes one just had to concede or else the fearsome alumni of class 3-A would do as they were wont to do and forcibly inject themselves into the situation, causing way more trouble than any sane person could cope with. By doing this, the boy could stave off their visitations of "good intentions". "Aha... everything would become rather messy, yes." Heaving a sigh of exasperation as his mind slightly quailed at the thoughts, the former teacher attempted to wipe that terrifying train of thought.
Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes for the moment amidst the piles of paperwork piled high upon his desk, the boy felt a bit wistful and lonely- though not enough to tempt fate and have his students show up to make him even more exhausted than he was. Welcome though the shenanigans would be, he was stubborn and wanted to give his all into the project. That and Class 3-A would no doubt mess up all of his careful calculations and magical formula should they come visit. The young immortal gave his brain a cool down for a few more minutes before standing up and grabbing his battle equipment, ready to train the body to balance out the honing of the mind. One had to balance commitments, and theories needed to be tested out in the field. For a magic knight such as him, he had to be fit and ready. It was a lesson learned all too well in his young life after all those adventures.
Suddenly, things changed in such a way that even the young genius could have never expected. He found himself far away from the leased building that he had been in, in a much more packed urban sprawl of a city. "Teleportation?!" Muttering under his breath, the young Springfield almost flipped out before realizing that quite a lot of people were dressed in unique ways, like the Mahora Fest. Cosplayers, his mind told him as he glanced about with widened eyes, fully alert and trying to pinpoint the person who transported him against his will. Smiling querulously as some random people took pictures of him in his magician's garb, the boy gripped his uniquely shaped wooden staff with a focused expression and decided to move about the throng of costumed civilians, attempting to figure out what to do from here while on the lookout for anything truly suspicious and out of place.
People will just say they are the most in character cosplayers ever. And then giant freakout occurs. XD
Yeah, I am okay with that. Same goes for the rest of you who are interested.
Mahora Campus- Ranma's Bento Tree
"...Thanks. It means a lot ta me that people would help out." Ranma said with a relieved grin on his face as he listened to some of the various people affirming to lending aid. They were trustworthy people, and had much better moral integrity than the majority back home. Really, the boy felt kind of weird that things were gong so swimmingly well considering how much hoops and whistles he often had to go through in Nerima just to get through the day. "So uh... do we just hoof it from here on out or do we-" The sound of a large object lightly screeching to a halt stopped his sentences as he turned about, finding a rather expressive bullet train pull to a stop on the tracks near the table car turned restaurant building. "...Never mind."
Chao simply smiled like the Cheshire cat once again from her place, face full of innocence as the martial artist turned to stare blandly at the proprietress of the eatery. "Ah, this is just something that I picked up on my travels through... exotic locations." The Chinese girl said with her constantly smiling poker face, gesturing to the object with eight cars. "It lost a few functions once I picked it up from... a certain place, but the vehicle is trustworthy and will be able to safely and quickly transport those of you interested to your destinations in record time! Once enough of you who are interested board it, it'll get moving so you can be heroes!" This was said with a rather cheeky thumbs up, causing Ranma to gape at the sheer cheesiness of both pose and train that looked like an enlarged children's toy. For those people who weren't close to the eatery, they would simply hear her voice echoing throughout the entirety of the large campus town. As well as several signs lighting up to say "Eat At Chao's" with giant arrows directing them to the area.
Seedy Cesspit of Crime and Human Filth, Roanapur
As the tense (to the rather nervous approaching group of ruffians scared by all the super-powered freaks popping up in their formerly sane territory) underlings in cheap white suits approached the current confrontation, their supposed leader edged forward ahead of the rest of the small group who were clutching their uzis and machine guns, his own current hands holding onto a slightly thick manila folder. The Hispanic man with the ratty moustache and sunken eyes quailed for a moment before attempting to cough and catch the less crazy member's attention to hand over said package, staying as far away from those embroiled in the showdown as possible.
Anyone who took this would find that there was simply several photographs detailing what appeared to be an idyllic countryside of sprawling plains and picturesque stone castles... if it weren't for the fact that in the skies there appeared to be knights jousting on horse sized winged reptiles against the bugs that had previously attacked Roanapur in the background. The notes were rather simple and to the point, stating "Go forth and raise a suitable amount of destruction in the neighboring locality like you did in Roanapur. We will reward you accordingly if you inflict enough havoc." If anything, it displayed that Roanapur was willing to deal with the newcomers and attempt to use them at the same time. And yet, choosing to go along with the order could be rather beneficial to the would be conquerors given the lower tech level of the neighboring area and amount of resources that one could get from being first come first served...
Hm, okays. I shall get to work on thinking about the nearest area of interest then while I prepare the post leading up to the vaunted new area exploration phase.
Question for everyone: what kinda "medieval" countryside do you guys wanna explore? Vanilla (ripped straight from our history and without fantasy), high fantasy, dark fantasy, etc.
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