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jesus christ that made my night
LetterA said one time i stepped in a pool of water with socks on
oh no did they have to amputate
by not doing any compositions that require more than ten minutes of work or any effort at all
hence the eight bit aesthetic
i bet you thought that was a stylistic choice but i'm actually just really lazy
hence the eight bit aesthetic
i bet you thought that was a stylistic choice but i'm actually just really lazy
It should be noted that, being entirely human (even if slightly cursed), Darius had absolutely no way to actually gauge the power of the demon behind the gate. So while the other students were treading carefully to avoid an outright confrontation, he'd seen no reason not to get straight to the heart of the matter. Tact was just for people that weren't Darius.
But barging through and completely missing all the social cues, now, that was much more his style.
"What is that thing and why hasn't somebody shot it yet?"
It had certainly taken long enough for Darius to arrive at the scene. He was able to ignore the commotion at first, but when it started getting irritatingly loud he had no choice but to leave his half-charged phone in the hallway and make an entrance.
"I know we have Archers out the ears in this group. Why is it still breathing?" He'd come into the courtyard from the north wing, his jagged sword clicking and scraping as he dragged it behind him. Fortunately, he had been in earshot long enough to hear the alibi of the creature now trying to get inside. "It's not from HQ," he announced to no one in particular. "I phoned the teachers and they said they couldn't send anyone 'til tomorrow." He halted; the sword swung around to the front and pointed at it. "Seriously. If this thing was more obviously evil it would be made of skeletons and screaming babies--screaming skeleton babies?--and leaving a trail of human blood whenever it moved."
Darius turned a few degrees to the left to point his sword at the group of hunters-in-training gathered around the gate. "Good paranoia everyone," he said with something almost like approval. "If it could get through the walls it'd probably kill us all. So, good job on that one. I appreciate not getting killed."
But barging through and completely missing all the social cues, now, that was much more his style.
"What is that thing and why hasn't somebody shot it yet?"
It had certainly taken long enough for Darius to arrive at the scene. He was able to ignore the commotion at first, but when it started getting irritatingly loud he had no choice but to leave his half-charged phone in the hallway and make an entrance.
"I know we have Archers out the ears in this group. Why is it still breathing?" He'd come into the courtyard from the north wing, his jagged sword clicking and scraping as he dragged it behind him. Fortunately, he had been in earshot long enough to hear the alibi of the creature now trying to get inside. "It's not from HQ," he announced to no one in particular. "I phoned the teachers and they said they couldn't send anyone 'til tomorrow." He halted; the sword swung around to the front and pointed at it. "Seriously. If this thing was more obviously evil it would be made of skeletons and screaming babies--screaming skeleton babies?--and leaving a trail of human blood whenever it moved."
Darius turned a few degrees to the left to point his sword at the group of hunters-in-training gathered around the gate. "Good paranoia everyone," he said with something almost like approval. "If it could get through the walls it'd probably kill us all. So, good job on that one. I appreciate not getting killed."
you know the one time i don't bother to check the little indicator up there it turns out i have a new message
good job roleplayer guild see this is what happens when your dumb forums don't punch me in the face and hold my head over the inbox every time i get a pm
good job roleplayer guild see this is what happens when your dumb forums don't punch me in the face and hold my head over the inbox every time i get a pm
hello i was at otakon for the weekend but i'm back now
by the way did i get darius' phone call right? idek what's being planned so i just winged it
by the way did i get darius' phone call right? idek what's being planned so i just winged it
i got distracted
Darius, meanwhile, had squirreled himself away somewhere away from the dorms. Being ever the unsociable type, he'd opted to go out on his own to check up on the emergency evacuation portals to see if any of them were still running. Lo and behold, not a single one was still working. It was almost as if the universe itself were conspiring to make contact with the rest of civilization impossible...
Fortunately, the universe hadn't taken into account Darius' cell phone. It didn't take more than ten minutes for him to reach one of the teachers, and from there to be connected to an administrator. He'd assured them that everything was fine here, there were no serious injuries and they had healers aplenty for the minor ones, but that there were no working portals and it was too late now to start the trek through the woods and into the city proper. That was fine, came the reply, they could all just spend the night and somebody would be around to fetch them tomorrow. That was still terribly irresponsible, was what Darius said, and here he was told that there were some issues tying up the emergency services and the less they needed to worry about right this moment the better. Well that just sounds ominous Darius told them, and this time he was told that was certainly not anything ominous at all and to not worry about it and just think of this as a big sleepover. Then there was a sound like somebody's head exploding, which is probably a very unique sound though not one that Darius would recognize, and the administrator said goodbye and hung up.
And that brings us to the now. Darius had found himself a nice quiet hallway with one of the few properly working electrical outlets, which he gratefully plugged his nearly-dead phone into. Huddled against the wall, eyes glued to his phone which was now playing what would probably be his highest scoring bejeweled game ever, and generally being the antisocial prat that he was, Darius found himself all too aware of a pair of footsteps shattering his solitude. Big steps, big person, and just barely audible, the faint jingling of beads.
He didn't particularly feel like being all social right now, and so focused even more on his little screen. Of course Darius had no idea who was making those footsteps, but we the Readers know that it could be none other than Maxamillion "Hulk" Lovecannon; and he therefore had no reason to worry about awkward small talk, because if anyone currently in that ruined building was less likely to engage an antisocial boy playing with his phone than Darius, it was probably Max.
Fortunately, the universe hadn't taken into account Darius' cell phone. It didn't take more than ten minutes for him to reach one of the teachers, and from there to be connected to an administrator. He'd assured them that everything was fine here, there were no serious injuries and they had healers aplenty for the minor ones, but that there were no working portals and it was too late now to start the trek through the woods and into the city proper. That was fine, came the reply, they could all just spend the night and somebody would be around to fetch them tomorrow. That was still terribly irresponsible, was what Darius said, and here he was told that there were some issues tying up the emergency services and the less they needed to worry about right this moment the better. Well that just sounds ominous Darius told them, and this time he was told that was certainly not anything ominous at all and to not worry about it and just think of this as a big sleepover. Then there was a sound like somebody's head exploding, which is probably a very unique sound though not one that Darius would recognize, and the administrator said goodbye and hung up.
And that brings us to the now. Darius had found himself a nice quiet hallway with one of the few properly working electrical outlets, which he gratefully plugged his nearly-dead phone into. Huddled against the wall, eyes glued to his phone which was now playing what would probably be his highest scoring bejeweled game ever, and generally being the antisocial prat that he was, Darius found himself all too aware of a pair of footsteps shattering his solitude. Big steps, big person, and just barely audible, the faint jingling of beads.
He didn't particularly feel like being all social right now, and so focused even more on his little screen. Of course Darius had no idea who was making those footsteps, but we the Readers know that it could be none other than Maxamillion "Hulk" Lovecannon; and he therefore had no reason to worry about awkward small talk, because if anyone currently in that ruined building was less likely to engage an antisocial boy playing with his phone than Darius, it was probably Max.
i'll get around to putting something up in a bit
i think darius will check the exit portals and find them closed so if anyone wants to tag along lemme know
i think darius will check the exit portals and find them closed so if anyone wants to tag along lemme know
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