@Ceira Oh okay awesome! Thanks for the heads up!
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I believe so! You should make an app and post it in OOC the GMs and Co-GM will look at it when they get back online!
It's been like 4 days- I would mention GM and Co-GM and grab their attention to ask but yeah I think you won by default
@Katakon This still happening?
Leval Lamrue
The hall was still empty when they arrived back at the large room. The holograms were still on the screens above, moving every once in a while, but remained silent. 'Are they going to teach us actual combative techniques soon or is this just some type of pretest for the first day?' Rowan moved over the shaded part of the classroom and sat down, huddling her body close together. Leval sat down next to her, giving her some space, sitting with his legs crossed and hands on his knees. Some of the other students were coming out now, Leval saw a large demon that he had seen at his table from breakfast. He looked quite pleased with himself, so Leval assumed his battle had gone well. He made sure to take special note of his arm, in case the added detail would be useful later.
Leval closed his eyes and reached again for his magic. He opened his eyes and saw the Weave before him. Countless strings covered the room, crisscrossing across the room, the students, and things unseen all in one grand shifting pattern that was constantly in flux. Every person in the room so far had a complicated, multicolored pattern of string surrounding them. Some had loose patterns that sagged somewhat in the outlying reaches and yet others had patterns of such tight thread, you could hardly tell there was a pattern at all. In this much confusion, it was close to impossible for Leval to make out any detail about one specific person without directly in front of them. Turning inward, he saw the faintly glimmering, blue strands of his magic. He frowned, a faint glimmer meant he was beginning to run low on magical energy. Still, it would have to be enough.
Leval raised his hands out before him, palms facing upward. Through all of fingers, except his index fingers, strands of shifting color stood out against his skin. He shifted his hands towards himself, so no onlookers could see the minor alteration. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The Weave he had in mind would lack the power of touch, but if he spent enough time and effort on it, would be indistinguishable from reality. He wouldn't be able to maintain it for very long given his reserves of magical power left, but it would buy valuable time. He visualized the weave and with a slight twitch of his fingers began to guide the threads of his power into a sight, a sound, a scent, a taste, and a trick.
When he completed his task, he leaned back against the wall and took a breath, hopefully they would be allowed to get lunch and recover some of their energy before any of the other courses that happened today. He looked over at Rowan, 'What made her comes here I wonder?' He would hopefully learn soon, but he did not ask. Rowan seemed quite shy to Leval, and he didn't want to overwhelm her with questions on the first day at Rosewood. She was rather unlike the other vampires he had known. Back home, the young Vampires had flaunted their powers easily in the poorer areas Leval had lived. There were faded scars on his upper arms from before his own power had manifested itself and he could hide himself from their fangs. They had carried themselves with pride, in the full knowledge that they were predators. Rowan was so radically different, that even though, she had drunk his blood, 'which I gave willingly' he reminded himself, he had a hard time putting her under the term 'Vampire.' She had been brave, respectful, shy, and most of all, kind. She had sent for the medics and stayed with him until he was well.
Leval then realized that he had been looking at Rowan for quite some time now, and shifted his gaze away looking all around the room for something else to focus on. 'Strange... my focus isn't usually this poor. I wonder if I am still recovering from my healing?' Leval concluded that his healing had caused his attention to flounder, so he put himself at ease.
"This is certainly taking a while huh?"
The hall was still empty when they arrived back at the large room. The holograms were still on the screens above, moving every once in a while, but remained silent. 'Are they going to teach us actual combative techniques soon or is this just some type of pretest for the first day?' Rowan moved over the shaded part of the classroom and sat down, huddling her body close together. Leval sat down next to her, giving her some space, sitting with his legs crossed and hands on his knees. Some of the other students were coming out now, Leval saw a large demon that he had seen at his table from breakfast. He looked quite pleased with himself, so Leval assumed his battle had gone well. He made sure to take special note of his arm, in case the added detail would be useful later.
Leval closed his eyes and reached again for his magic. He opened his eyes and saw the Weave before him. Countless strings covered the room, crisscrossing across the room, the students, and things unseen all in one grand shifting pattern that was constantly in flux. Every person in the room so far had a complicated, multicolored pattern of string surrounding them. Some had loose patterns that sagged somewhat in the outlying reaches and yet others had patterns of such tight thread, you could hardly tell there was a pattern at all. In this much confusion, it was close to impossible for Leval to make out any detail about one specific person without directly in front of them. Turning inward, he saw the faintly glimmering, blue strands of his magic. He frowned, a faint glimmer meant he was beginning to run low on magical energy. Still, it would have to be enough.
Leval raised his hands out before him, palms facing upward. Through all of fingers, except his index fingers, strands of shifting color stood out against his skin. He shifted his hands towards himself, so no onlookers could see the minor alteration. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The Weave he had in mind would lack the power of touch, but if he spent enough time and effort on it, would be indistinguishable from reality. He wouldn't be able to maintain it for very long given his reserves of magical power left, but it would buy valuable time. He visualized the weave and with a slight twitch of his fingers began to guide the threads of his power into a sight, a sound, a scent, a taste, and a trick.
When he completed his task, he leaned back against the wall and took a breath, hopefully they would be allowed to get lunch and recover some of their energy before any of the other courses that happened today. He looked over at Rowan, 'What made her comes here I wonder?' He would hopefully learn soon, but he did not ask. Rowan seemed quite shy to Leval, and he didn't want to overwhelm her with questions on the first day at Rosewood. She was rather unlike the other vampires he had known. Back home, the young Vampires had flaunted their powers easily in the poorer areas Leval had lived. There were faded scars on his upper arms from before his own power had manifested itself and he could hide himself from their fangs. They had carried themselves with pride, in the full knowledge that they were predators. Rowan was so radically different, that even though, she had drunk his blood, 'which I gave willingly' he reminded himself, he had a hard time putting her under the term 'Vampire.' She had been brave, respectful, shy, and most of all, kind. She had sent for the medics and stayed with him until he was well.
Leval then realized that he had been looking at Rowan for quite some time now, and shifted his gaze away looking all around the room for something else to focus on. 'Strange... my focus isn't usually this poor. I wonder if I am still recovering from my healing?' Leval concluded that his healing had caused his attention to flounder, so he put himself at ease.
"This is certainly taking a while huh?"
The issue is mostly having 6 A rank, 3 B rank, and 3 C rank (2 Active). so at least 3 A's would have to fight NPCs
Hey everyone! I was wondering how the 3x3 fights were going to happen- we have a mostly A ranks, less B, and even less C's with Animelover4evah gone on vacation so are some of us going to be fighting NPCs? Let me know!
I'm interested but do you have any more info on the setting?
Leval Lamrue
"You need not apologize, I felt it necessary to send for help. It was not me who brought you here, so I am not worthy of your gratitude." Rowan had her head to him, much the same way that he had just done. 'I'm starting to notice a pattern to our talks...' He noticed that her arm had slipped from her long sleeve and had a red stain on her wrist. "Then you called the medics to me, that's the same thing. Blood loss wasn't the problem though so I hope that's not your concern. The shadow thing sneak attacked me on my up to the school." He gestured at her wrist. "Here let me get that." Leval shifted his legs off the bed and picked up a napkin off the nightstand next to him. The nightstand also had an empty glass and pitcher of ice water, so he dabbed the edge of the napkin inside, wetting it with the chill water.
He reached out and touched her wrist gently, looking up at her for approval. He brought her wrist and carefully dabbed the blood away, being careful to catch any falling droplets before they fell to the floor. Her wrist was not as cold as he might have expected, but still several degrees color than the room. He finished quickly, folded up the napkin and deposited it on the nightstand. He looked up and again saw the other girl in the room in the strange outfit. "Oh sorry I don't think we have actually met. I'm Leval and this is Rowan." Glancing down, he realized he was still holding Rowan's wrist in his hand. "Oh sorry!" He released her hand looking somewhat sheepish. He pulled out his Connector and glanced at the time. 'Apparently, I haven't been out too long. Healing magic gotta love it.' He looked back up and said, "We should have enough time to get over to the classroom, before the second half of the class starts." He stood and did a quick test of his legs, everything seemed to be in working order, so he walked to the door. There was a tall elf woman at a desk in front, so Leval thanked her as he passed for her help. He opened the door and held it for Rowan to walk through. He waved at the strangely dressed girl, "See you up there." He started back to the class with Rowan, not saying anything, enjoying the companionable silence.
"You need not apologize, I felt it necessary to send for help. It was not me who brought you here, so I am not worthy of your gratitude." Rowan had her head to him, much the same way that he had just done. 'I'm starting to notice a pattern to our talks...' He noticed that her arm had slipped from her long sleeve and had a red stain on her wrist. "Then you called the medics to me, that's the same thing. Blood loss wasn't the problem though so I hope that's not your concern. The shadow thing sneak attacked me on my up to the school." He gestured at her wrist. "Here let me get that." Leval shifted his legs off the bed and picked up a napkin off the nightstand next to him. The nightstand also had an empty glass and pitcher of ice water, so he dabbed the edge of the napkin inside, wetting it with the chill water.
He reached out and touched her wrist gently, looking up at her for approval. He brought her wrist and carefully dabbed the blood away, being careful to catch any falling droplets before they fell to the floor. Her wrist was not as cold as he might have expected, but still several degrees color than the room. He finished quickly, folded up the napkin and deposited it on the nightstand. He looked up and again saw the other girl in the room in the strange outfit. "Oh sorry I don't think we have actually met. I'm Leval and this is Rowan." Glancing down, he realized he was still holding Rowan's wrist in his hand. "Oh sorry!" He released her hand looking somewhat sheepish. He pulled out his Connector and glanced at the time. 'Apparently, I haven't been out too long. Healing magic gotta love it.' He looked back up and said, "We should have enough time to get over to the classroom, before the second half of the class starts." He stood and did a quick test of his legs, everything seemed to be in working order, so he walked to the door. There was a tall elf woman at a desk in front, so Leval thanked her as he passed for her help. He opened the door and held it for Rowan to walk through. He waved at the strangely dressed girl, "See you up there." He started back to the class with Rowan, not saying anything, enjoying the companionable silence.
Leval Lamrue
Leval had always been a deep sleeper, so when someone picked him up onto a gurney and through the portal, he did not wake up. His dreams were a myriad of flashing images: a pair of fangs striking forward, a cat surrounded by bowls of food, a dark shadow rising up from the ground. However, the most distinct image was that of a strand of a thick, white substance. He looked up, the same strands of white reached up to the sky, criss-crossing itself forming a complex pattern. 'A Weave?' Leval touched it with the tips of his fingertips, it felt smooth and rough at the same time. His brow furrowed in confusion and he attempted to pull back his hand. His fingers would not come off the web. He pulled harder, yet his fingers still refused. 'Not a Weave, a web!' He grasped at his hand at the other wrist and pushed against the ground with his legs. Then, he stopped. Something was moving the strands above, they let out a slight twang as a sharp appendage emerged out of the darkness above. There was some sort of dark chittering and he quite distinctively heard in strange sharp accent, "I see you..."
He opened his eyes. Above him was a white ceiling, artificial light cast over him. 'This isn't the classroom.' He lifted his head off the table and glanced around. Rowan was there sitting nervously in chair nearby, and another girl he had not met before wearing a rather odd purple and green outfit. He stared at it for a moment trying to make sense of it, the Weave of her aura looked strange. A thick patch of color looked like it had been grafted on roughly. His brow furrowed and he groggily said, "Whose power is that?" He blinked and rubbed his eyes, before looking at his left arm. The pain in his shoulder had disappeared. He moved it around in a circle experimentally, but it moved easily as though it had never been hurt at all. He switched his attention to his right palm, there were two circular scars in his palm still fresh and new. However, that seemed to be all that remained of his injuries.
His mind began to kick into gear again, putting his stray thoughts together to form a cohesive idea. The looked at Rowan and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I take it you brought me here? Thank you."
Leval had always been a deep sleeper, so when someone picked him up onto a gurney and through the portal, he did not wake up. His dreams were a myriad of flashing images: a pair of fangs striking forward, a cat surrounded by bowls of food, a dark shadow rising up from the ground. However, the most distinct image was that of a strand of a thick, white substance. He looked up, the same strands of white reached up to the sky, criss-crossing itself forming a complex pattern. 'A Weave?' Leval touched it with the tips of his fingertips, it felt smooth and rough at the same time. His brow furrowed in confusion and he attempted to pull back his hand. His fingers would not come off the web. He pulled harder, yet his fingers still refused. 'Not a Weave, a web!' He grasped at his hand at the other wrist and pushed against the ground with his legs. Then, he stopped. Something was moving the strands above, they let out a slight twang as a sharp appendage emerged out of the darkness above. There was some sort of dark chittering and he quite distinctively heard in strange sharp accent, "I see you..."
He opened his eyes. Above him was a white ceiling, artificial light cast over him. 'This isn't the classroom.' He lifted his head off the table and glanced around. Rowan was there sitting nervously in chair nearby, and another girl he had not met before wearing a rather odd purple and green outfit. He stared at it for a moment trying to make sense of it, the Weave of her aura looked strange. A thick patch of color looked like it had been grafted on roughly. His brow furrowed and he groggily said, "Whose power is that?" He blinked and rubbed his eyes, before looking at his left arm. The pain in his shoulder had disappeared. He moved it around in a circle experimentally, but it moved easily as though it had never been hurt at all. He switched his attention to his right palm, there were two circular scars in his palm still fresh and new. However, that seemed to be all that remained of his injuries.
His mind began to kick into gear again, putting his stray thoughts together to form a cohesive idea. The looked at Rowan and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I take it you brought me here? Thank you."
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