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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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Free day doesn't mean free computer.

Got English exam tomorrow. Hopefully I can get a long post for PH and SoTW.
"Uh-oh crap?" Yes, oh crap. Just to insult me, we had 4 mages that could use GIANT FUCKING SWORDS.

But, the thing that disturbed me the most was that damned zombie. What would happen if I were to touch that thing? Would I be zombified too? Would I just decay to death? Or worse, get mauled by 'black magic' that's in zombies? Meanwhile, everyone else seemed content on fighting. As if the dragon and phoenix didn't warn them.

And is that a... Jesus, just why did I have to give life to the Articuno Monica? Hopefully it's just some poor schmuck. "Alright then, let's... yeah. Just aim your flames AWAY from me!"

So, I rushed up from behind Robert, unsure what to do. Fire seemed to piss off the zombie, whereas physical attacks didn't work too well on the mage. That meant... I didn't want to burn myself like I did at the cave, but it looked like I would have to do such a thing. So, after rolling into a ball and staining a mage's robe, I rose up and began spontaneously combusting. I felt a bit embarrassed on burning myself, especially as this was a mage, not a zombie. However, if swords don't work, then something's gotta kill these things.
"If those bastards don't talk by... 10 seconds, I'll be shocking their brains out. It's gotta be painful to cook a head."

Uh, that's not what I'd usually say. Something wasn't right with my personality. Then again, I had mysteriously gotten over Davis quite quickly. Maybe I said that because I needed to let out some steam, 'cause mourning on the job doesn't tend to go well. Spruce had gone off to bed, obviously dazed and having taken the full force of damage lately. Celes, Kamina and I were the only ones in the room, with the regular guarding Bisharp not present. A few more Pokemon teleported in, though they'd end up running since they were probably being chased.

"9..."

I was growing impatient with the two, who just seemed to stare at me. Glare? Strangely, they weren't doing that at all. In fact, they seemed... scared. I wasn't put off by their appearance.

I felt... different. Definitely didn't seem too attached to morals. My voice quivered slightly, though I held it steady as I let off a spark between my magnets. I sighed briefly, wishing time would go a bit faster... I knew it wasn't a good idea to torture someone, but lately I was just kinda pissed with everything at this point. I felt as if life owed me, or I'd go against my morals and have some revenge against it.

"Okay, 3 because you're both stubborn idiots... 2... 1? Well, Celes? Want to get them to talk, more or less?"
Then don't try to jump without me.

You're lucky I JUST managed to get some time to use my computer. I don't know which is more challenging: completing 3 exam papers in 3 hours or making like 5 IC posts in like 50 minutes.
I have fucking family members who said they'd let me use my computer. Who then lied and go told me to study.

You post, I'll just leave RPing for my exams then. And I won't really return, since I've gotten quite pissed with RPing in general. (Y'know, everyone leaves without warning.)
That's for Cambridge scrubs.

In NCEA, you write all fucking day, and have to link shit together with notes in your head, before writing them out again.

In other news, my science exam was remarkably easy. Fuckin' NZQA, wasting paper for unused pages...
General science exam today.

Wish me luck. And I've got a day free tomorrow.
Exams.

Shut up. For two weeks.

Hopefully I can use the computer during the gaps between my exams.
Throw me a proper computer and I'll get going, but otherwise "damn exams."
Always accepting means always accepting.

Original OP got stuck from letter limit, got deleted, my post underneath was to become that current post.
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