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6 yrs ago
Current _ (:3 」∠ )_
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7 yrs ago
So apparently, business shorts are a thing that exists. All I can say is... why?
7 yrs ago
Been busy lately, courtesy of the guy who thought that it was a good idea to have 3 assignments and a test due in the same week.
7 yrs ago
Cards against humanity is... more certainly something else
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7 yrs ago
*Person with Seeing Eye dog stops right next to me* *Goes to pet the dog* *Sees "Please don't pet the dog" sign* ;-; I cry every time
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Anyone remember the period a little after guildfall, when the site didn't have a lot of work put into it, the servers went down pretty often and people were moving out? We waited and waited until boom, Mahz made America the guild great again. That was about where I left off.



My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.

And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.

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Thomas had just entered his house and was taking off his shoes when the message came.

From: Finn Bluegale
To: Thomas Green

Why am I in a closet?


Thomas had a few flimsy reasons. He didn't exactly want to carry Finn somewhere else, considering Finn was quite a bit heavier than Thomas and Thomas wasn't exactly confident with his arm strength. In reality though, it was probably because had had wanted to be alone for a while. He'd done a lot of things today that he needed to think about. He found out information regarding a mysterious entity, potentially screwed up a friend's future and there was also the write up for the festival to consider. If Thomas was being honest, he just wanted to go back to sleep and wake up and let it all happen without him, but he couldn't exactly do that.

With that said, he did need to tell Finn what happened. Finn had been there with him and seen what happened, he needed to be given something. Part of him desperately wanted to offload the problem onto someone else but he knew he couldn't do that. But he could at least tell them a little of what transpired.

From: Thomas Green
To: Finn Bluegale

Laziness.

Maribel's fine now.

That wasn't the whole truth but he couldn't help it. He wasn't entirely sure what he could or couldn't tell people right now. He, Alex and the blue king were privy to rather sensitive information that could potentially jeopardize Maribel's situation even more. The more people who knew the more that could help - people like Hibiki could be very helpful. But the more that knew, the higher the risk. He'd have to play this carefully.

With that being said, he had other stuff to do. The aforementioned festival write up was a particularly large obstacle, as was Maribel's request. The report could be taken care of later; the whole club would need to come and crunch the data tomorrow. As for Maribel's request... Finn was back in the real world, so assuming he'd been in the conflict at all, it was safe to assume that they'd either won a swift victory or he'd died suddenly. Considering the fact that the blue king had been out of commission since before the fighting started, it was likely the latter, which meant that the defense had likely gone badly. Thomas couldn't really check; his avatar had been quite a while away from blue guild territory. He could just ask Finn tomorrow. Or Maribel could ask Finn tomorrow. And speaking of tomorrow, Thomas would have to plan.

Thomas tried to remember what the being had told him and Alex. He remembered that the being had mentioned the student council president, but he'd also remembered another name - Retsu Goroshi. He remembered the red haired girl that had run through the hallway with the president in her arms. That was probably her, it would've been strange for the being to mention her otherwise. Thomas did want to talk to the president about what happened, but considering the nature of what had occurred, maybe it would be better if he didn't. But he should at least let her know that something was out to kill them, and he'd have to talk to someone, so he decided to send a message to Retsu. Maybe she could pass it on.

To: Retsu Goroshi
From: Thomas Green
Subject: We should talk

I have happened on information that indicates a threat to the student council president's life, and since I've been led to believe that you have some link to the president, I would like to request some time to discuss today's events with you.


That may have been a bit too formal, but he didn't know her so he wanted to at least be respectful. Whether she accepted his proposal or not, the reply would come tomorrow. He had a lot of work ahead of him.
@Lucius Cypher
Seems like current roster is out of date, and 50+ CSes is a bit much. Who's active right now? Alternatively, main concept Avatar-wise is going to be a stack-based Ranger who uses ice bullets. Does that overlap with anyone else?


We have an ice dude and a stacking guy, but neither of them shoot bullets.
As the gargoyle went to grab him, Derrick turned to run. He shivered from the jailor's touch; partially because of the cold, but more because of what followed. He felt as if his strength had been draining, and he would probably have fallen if not for Kenza's timely assistance. He hadn't been in contact with the thing for long, but he could tell that it was dangerous too dangerous to get close to.

"Yeah... We should run." Derrick said slowly.
He wasn't entirely sure why she'd even asked. Sure, there were 3 of them, but it was still made of stone and they practically didn't even have real weapons. Derrick was still slightly numb and his leg was throbbing a little bit but he could move. There was no way they could beat that thing right now, and if the gargoyle caught them, it would be over.

Derrick staggered to his feet and grabbed Mistletoe's arm, leading her towards the door. He hoped Kenza would follow suit quickly; there wasn't really time to explain himself. He started running back towards the hall, dragging Mistletoe with him as he did, hoping that it wouldn't lead to a dead end.
@Dusksong@Hekazu@lchris314
Derrick looked at the gargoyles and back at Kenza, before glancing back at the gargoyles, and then back to Kenza. He half-considered gesturing a question, but this probably wasn't the time for that. Her intentions were pretty clear; and more importantly, the gargoyle's target was pretty clear as well.

Derrick tightened his grip on his shortspear. This was something he'd done before, but he usually had some armour, a longer spear, and his older brother. Derrick had a spear, but it was rather short, and all he had for protection was the clothes on his back, with no brother to be found. Still, he couldn't exactly avoid this situation, and he did have something other than armour and a longer spear - one slightly dented lantern.

Derrick readjusted his grip on the lantern nervously. He only had the one lantern and considering how it was made out of stone, it probably wouldn't do awfully much. Derrick realised that he'd have to put his body on the line and felt a feeling of dread, followed by a sense of guilt as he berated himself for being selfish. He wanted to come out of this alive, but he wanted all of them to come out with him, so he steeled himself for the task ahead. He wound his arm back slowly and threw the lantern as hard as he could at the gargoyle's head.

Derrick broke out of the shadows and put himself between the rest of the group and the jailor. The lantern could take its attention, maybe stop it from whatever it was doing, or maybe it wouldn't. He couldn't be sure. Whatever the case, he would protect his friends. Derrick was sure they could all make it out alive.
@Dusksong@Hekazu@lchris314
Yeah, that. I mean, worst comes to worst we can use her as a meatshield. That's how I feel out of character anyway, Derrick aint the type to let people die either :P
Derrick tried to remain as still as he could, rather confused as to what was happening. He'd supposed that the only thing living in these ruins was the Wolfwing, although he wasn't entirely sure the word 'living' could be applied to this... thing. It called itself the jailor. Derrick was vaguely reminded of stories his mother had told him as a child, tales of magic which he had been assured had not actually happened. He wasn't even sure about what he was seeing, but he could only explain it with one word - magic.

Derrick glanced at Kenza. The dim light from the statue-creature was enough to ascertain her position, as well as the small obstacles between Derrick and the exit to the room. He only hoped that the light wasn't bright enough to reveal the group. Derrick may have not known many things about the situation at large, but he did know one thing: they didn't want to attract that thing's attention.

Derrick began inching slowly towards the rest of the group, making as little sound as he could. He used his short spear to sweep small objects out of his path, hoping that the stone creature wouldn't notice his presence.
@Dusksong@Hekazu@lchris314
Going shopping, but I will post soon.
Did I move too fast?


I don't know about everyone else but I think it was a bit fast.
This town seemed odd. It wasn't the bad looks he got from people that made it seem strange, as the country he'd fought under hadn't had the greatest reputation. It was the stark difference of interest that the villagers took in him compared to his party members that was strange. People who didn't like a certain kind of people, for example, soldiers like Tony, tended to view the people travelling with them similarly. Even if he was alone there should've been some kind of reaction from them. It was rather unnatural.

It seemed that his suspicions weren't unfounded either, Feon had wondered aloud what was wrong with the place. Still, no one had attacked yet, and as far as Tony was concerned, that would do.
"Strange or not, I still need to stock up on supplies." Tony said in reply to Feon's comment.
He ignored her comments to herself, that was just part of the routine nowadays. Tony prepared to set off to a shop, shifting his pack's straps and adjusting the axe at his hip. He didn't want to put his stuff down; he didn't like the feel of this town.
"Do whatever it is you need to do, I need to buy some spices." He said to the group.
Tony proceeded to set off down the street, looking for a market.
@Lord of Evil

You would do best to pay attention to people's posts next time.


I know, I'm working on it.
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