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Cool. One more thing to confirm then. There wouldn't be anything stopping Otis from 'exiting' through the doors into the Main Building with his Ethos, would there? Like, no magical shitfuckery?
Nope, if he tried it, it'd work with no issues.
@NanayaTo confirm, is the Main Building that Otis sees a different side of the building that Ciara saw? Or would, judging by distance, they appear to be completely different buildings?
It would be the same building.
@AThousandCurses
"Tsk. So it's like that, huh," Rio would spit out, a hateful glare shot towards Chunji as his hands sunk into his pockets. "Made a promise. Can't let that girl die." His brow would furrow as he looked upon Chloe's bruised, burned, unconscious body with - for a moment as brief as a flash of lightning, such that only Chunji would catch it in all his focus - a slight softness, or perhaps regret. With a final push, his golden giant repelled a final wave of attackers behind them, his shields shoving them onto the ground before retreating back towards Rio.
"Yeah, alright then. Have it your way. Hand her over and we'll all call it even. No point in staying here any longer anyway," he'd reluctantly agree as the giant slowly seemed to shrink and merge into his back. "There's no need to go all-out on our first day, after all."
On Chunji's part, the front half of the shoe that kicked Chloe would have faded into dust, but the girl was most definitely out cold. Over the course of the conversation with Rio, would Chunji look around, he'd see smoke seeping out of the mouths of those that the pruner elf had aged; by the end of the conversation and as Rio's giant faded away, the students that were aged seemed to revert to their prior selves - with the one difference that they seemed to each fall unconscious from the violent and sudden shift in physique. The notable exceptions would be Chunji's shoe and the dagger he had thrown, which were not repaired. Priority of some students was dedicated to retrieving these downed students, while others began to stampede forward.
Rio, meanwhile, would look at his wristwatch, then show it to Chunji as well while maintaining distance. "9:30. The time remaining isn't ideal, and I don't have anything against you, so let's leave the fighting at that for today. My idiot friend and I won't interfere with you, and you won't interfere with us now that there's a fire under all of our asses. Sound good, knife thrower?"
Should Chunji accept, Rio would retrieve Chloe's unconscious body and begin carrying her across the bridge, making a mad dash to get ahead of the angry students wanting revenge for being repelled by his Ethos. Other students would quickly follow behind, rushing desperately to get off this bridge of disaster. Up ahead, however, they would see flames spreading quickly from the campus side, causing some to doubt their advance upon seeing yet another wall against progress.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
@Sifr@Psyker Landshark
Wooden chunks scattered clear across the plaza in all directions - the Mannekin seemed easily replaceable and cheap to mass produce judging by the waves that ran out one after another, but a challenge for any warrior more competent than a farmer they were not. They were barraged by the combined attacks of the new duo that took charge in the heart of the plaza, completely ineffective and unable to even get within striking range. That was until one of the new waves found a different Mannekin at the back.
As the other dozen wooden warriors sprinted out of the many doors from the cluster of red buildings beyond the fountain, a Mannekin dressed in flowing purple robes with a wooden staff and a comically stereotypical conical wizard hat would strut out. It would raise its staff, and a ball of flame would shoot outward from the tip, hurtling towards Hildegunde at the speed of an arrow. Whether it hit her or not, it would explode at the location that Hildegunde was standing at the time of casting, sending smaller splashes of fire in all directions outward for three meters, partially setting fire to the wooden bridge.
The fire would spread quickly, its magical nature clearly enhancing its potential for destruction, and within seconds the foot of the bridge by the plaza would become wreathed in fire. The bridge itself wasn't damaged by this, but the fire spread all the same. Should either of the duo attempt to attack the wizard, they would find the wall of Mannekin suddenly move with supernatural speeds to take the hits for their wizard commander, as if pre-programmed to do so.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
@ERode
"Ah?!" The only thing Otis would hear at first was shock at the request. Davil's face was one of uncertainty and deep thought as they ran, clearly not fully sold on the idea. It was definitely a tough thing, giving up his pride and joy, an aspect of himself that was unarguably his. It was definitely a difficult deal to take, Davil fully aware of the risks involved of depriving himself of his greatest strength-
"Okay, sure! You seem like a good guy, so I don't mind. Oh, such chums we are! I'm real glad I met you, Otey! Otes McGoats! I'm just plum jazzed at my good luck right now," the boy would exclaim with glee, a mouth of pearly whites in full view as he gave Otis a thumbs up and a chuckle of goodwill. "My mum always told me it'd be easy to make friends once I just showed people what I can do, and now here we are, best of buds!"
As the dynamic duo ran, they would find themselves at the end of the street they had entered from via the walkway, and now found themselves in what resembled a town square very reminiscent of Neroite architecture. There were market stalls set up with Mannekin manning them, a podium near the center, and various buildings denoting different roles such as "Inn," "Blacksmith," "Clinic," and even a merchant guild branch that seemed to still be under construction. Though smaller than the average town, it definitely had the homely feel of a hub for ambitious adventurers.
Many paths seemed to split from here, undoubtedly leading to other parts of the academy city, but two locations would stick out immediately: on one side, a path directly ahead that led up a rugged dirt incline, into what appeared to be a forested region with an imposing tower in the distance mostly obscured by trees. On the other side, a red building immediately to Otis' left as he'd enter this town square, with a plaque labeled "Main Building" above the door.
"Hmmm," Davil would ponder aloud as he took it all in. "They have a clinic here?! That's really cool!" In the end, that was the full extent of his external thoughts as he took this area in.
Should Otis try for the door to the main building, the Mannekin would suddenly burst out of the market stalls they were resting inside with crossbows in their hands, firing at the pair with the intent to disable.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
@Estylwen
Upon searching for any signs of her unknown attacker, she would take note, occasionally, of small eyeballs partially melded with corners and ceilings. They would vanish the moment they were spotted, withdrawing into the walls out of sight, but if she looked diligently enough, she would always see more as she moved. "Correct, I am but a humble student. You could say, though, that I've been given a special privilege in this... weeding out process. This divine culling. Something beyond simply arriving on time."
As she moved and dismantled the mannequins, she could hear low growls of frustration coming through that same loudspeaker, though she couldn't find a direct source through which the sound was coming. "I took the time to consult Ezzy about the best outfits to dress them in, and everything! It was my peace of resistance, or something. How could you do that?!"
With a deep exhale and a few meditative chants over the phantom speaker, the temper in the boy's voice calmed. "Fine, fine, you defeated some of my grunts. Pat yourself on the back. But you're not ready. Not for the terror ahead."
Ciara would find signs and boards along her travel that would definitely be where directories would normally be, but they all appeared crudely ripped out. In the midst of all of this, handing out the information, she could fortunately feel that it was being understood just as quickly as it was being received. Repetitive pulses of essence from within indicated comprehension and acknowledgement, and it all certainly made sense logically.
However, a crushing sensation would wash over Ciara in the moment in which she finished her snapshots. It almost felt as if she was being grabbed and lifted by her head by an incomprehensibly massive clawed hand, the stench of macabre curses filling the area around her. A low-yet-high voice would whisper near her ear in that moment, raspy and off-key. "Time will progress apace, and as I am time, I decide when to move. You forget yourself. Perhaps a thoughtful begging will see you with more fortunate results."
The hostile essence would dissipate in an instant afterwards, leaving Ciara again free to move. More bat-wielding Mannekin would be swiftly closing in behind her now, and the speaker with that nasally boy's voice would once more crackle to life. "Yikes, essence rebound or something? Don't worry, we all fail now and again, that's just a part of life. You can always apply next year. Gives time for some of the real heroes to get their rightful head start, heheheh. Mannekin! Thrash her mercifully!"
Upon that command, the Mannekin at the front with a pompadour wig would suddenly speed up with a faint trail of lightning behind it, and would perform an acrobatic front flip, aiming to bring its lightning-infused bat down upon Ciara. If she successfully dodged, the bat would create a crater in the ground of the hallway, sending a small arc of lightning outward and shards of rubble in her direction.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
BRIDGE
"Tsk. So it's like that, huh," Rio would spit out, a hateful glare shot towards Chunji as his hands sunk into his pockets. "Made a promise. Can't let that girl die." His brow would furrow as he looked upon Chloe's bruised, burned, unconscious body with - for a moment as brief as a flash of lightning, such that only Chunji would catch it in all his focus - a slight softness, or perhaps regret. With a final push, his golden giant repelled a final wave of attackers behind them, his shields shoving them onto the ground before retreating back towards Rio.
"Yeah, alright then. Have it your way. Hand her over and we'll all call it even. No point in staying here any longer anyway," he'd reluctantly agree as the giant slowly seemed to shrink and merge into his back. "There's no need to go all-out on our first day, after all."
On Chunji's part, the front half of the shoe that kicked Chloe would have faded into dust, but the girl was most definitely out cold. Over the course of the conversation with Rio, would Chunji look around, he'd see smoke seeping out of the mouths of those that the pruner elf had aged; by the end of the conversation and as Rio's giant faded away, the students that were aged seemed to revert to their prior selves - with the one difference that they seemed to each fall unconscious from the violent and sudden shift in physique. The notable exceptions would be Chunji's shoe and the dagger he had thrown, which were not repaired. Priority of some students was dedicated to retrieving these downed students, while others began to stampede forward.
Rio, meanwhile, would look at his wristwatch, then show it to Chunji as well while maintaining distance. "9:30. The time remaining isn't ideal, and I don't have anything against you, so let's leave the fighting at that for today. My idiot friend and I won't interfere with you, and you won't interfere with us now that there's a fire under all of our asses. Sound good, knife thrower?"
Should Chunji accept, Rio would retrieve Chloe's unconscious body and begin carrying her across the bridge, making a mad dash to get ahead of the angry students wanting revenge for being repelled by his Ethos. Other students would quickly follow behind, rushing desperately to get off this bridge of disaster. Up ahead, however, they would see flames spreading quickly from the campus side, causing some to doubt their advance upon seeing yet another wall against progress.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
@Sifr@Psyker Landshark
PLAZA
Wooden chunks scattered clear across the plaza in all directions - the Mannekin seemed easily replaceable and cheap to mass produce judging by the waves that ran out one after another, but a challenge for any warrior more competent than a farmer they were not. They were barraged by the combined attacks of the new duo that took charge in the heart of the plaza, completely ineffective and unable to even get within striking range. That was until one of the new waves found a different Mannekin at the back.
As the other dozen wooden warriors sprinted out of the many doors from the cluster of red buildings beyond the fountain, a Mannekin dressed in flowing purple robes with a wooden staff and a comically stereotypical conical wizard hat would strut out. It would raise its staff, and a ball of flame would shoot outward from the tip, hurtling towards Hildegunde at the speed of an arrow. Whether it hit her or not, it would explode at the location that Hildegunde was standing at the time of casting, sending smaller splashes of fire in all directions outward for three meters, partially setting fire to the wooden bridge.
The fire would spread quickly, its magical nature clearly enhancing its potential for destruction, and within seconds the foot of the bridge by the plaza would become wreathed in fire. The bridge itself wasn't damaged by this, but the fire spread all the same. Should either of the duo attempt to attack the wizard, they would find the wall of Mannekin suddenly move with supernatural speeds to take the hits for their wizard commander, as if pre-programmed to do so.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
@ERode
TOWN
"Ah?!" The only thing Otis would hear at first was shock at the request. Davil's face was one of uncertainty and deep thought as they ran, clearly not fully sold on the idea. It was definitely a tough thing, giving up his pride and joy, an aspect of himself that was unarguably his. It was definitely a difficult deal to take, Davil fully aware of the risks involved of depriving himself of his greatest strength-
"Okay, sure! You seem like a good guy, so I don't mind. Oh, such chums we are! I'm real glad I met you, Otey! Otes McGoats! I'm just plum jazzed at my good luck right now," the boy would exclaim with glee, a mouth of pearly whites in full view as he gave Otis a thumbs up and a chuckle of goodwill. "My mum always told me it'd be easy to make friends once I just showed people what I can do, and now here we are, best of buds!"
As the dynamic duo ran, they would find themselves at the end of the street they had entered from via the walkway, and now found themselves in what resembled a town square very reminiscent of Neroite architecture. There were market stalls set up with Mannekin manning them, a podium near the center, and various buildings denoting different roles such as "Inn," "Blacksmith," "Clinic," and even a merchant guild branch that seemed to still be under construction. Though smaller than the average town, it definitely had the homely feel of a hub for ambitious adventurers.
Many paths seemed to split from here, undoubtedly leading to other parts of the academy city, but two locations would stick out immediately: on one side, a path directly ahead that led up a rugged dirt incline, into what appeared to be a forested region with an imposing tower in the distance mostly obscured by trees. On the other side, a red building immediately to Otis' left as he'd enter this town square, with a plaque labeled "Main Building" above the door.
"Hmmm," Davil would ponder aloud as he took it all in. "They have a clinic here?! That's really cool!" In the end, that was the full extent of his external thoughts as he took this area in.
Should Otis try for the door to the main building, the Mannekin would suddenly burst out of the market stalls they were resting inside with crossbows in their hands, firing at the pair with the intent to disable.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
@Estylwen
MAIN BUILDING
Upon searching for any signs of her unknown attacker, she would take note, occasionally, of small eyeballs partially melded with corners and ceilings. They would vanish the moment they were spotted, withdrawing into the walls out of sight, but if she looked diligently enough, she would always see more as she moved. "Correct, I am but a humble student. You could say, though, that I've been given a special privilege in this... weeding out process. This divine culling. Something beyond simply arriving on time."
As she moved and dismantled the mannequins, she could hear low growls of frustration coming through that same loudspeaker, though she couldn't find a direct source through which the sound was coming. "I took the time to consult Ezzy about the best outfits to dress them in, and everything! It was my peace of resistance, or something. How could you do that?!"
With a deep exhale and a few meditative chants over the phantom speaker, the temper in the boy's voice calmed. "Fine, fine, you defeated some of my grunts. Pat yourself on the back. But you're not ready. Not for the terror ahead."
Ciara would find signs and boards along her travel that would definitely be where directories would normally be, but they all appeared crudely ripped out. In the midst of all of this, handing out the information, she could fortunately feel that it was being understood just as quickly as it was being received. Repetitive pulses of essence from within indicated comprehension and acknowledgement, and it all certainly made sense logically.
However, a crushing sensation would wash over Ciara in the moment in which she finished her snapshots. It almost felt as if she was being grabbed and lifted by her head by an incomprehensibly massive clawed hand, the stench of macabre curses filling the area around her. A low-yet-high voice would whisper near her ear in that moment, raspy and off-key. "Time will progress apace, and as I am time, I decide when to move. You forget yourself. Perhaps a thoughtful begging will see you with more fortunate results."
The hostile essence would dissipate in an instant afterwards, leaving Ciara again free to move. More bat-wielding Mannekin would be swiftly closing in behind her now, and the speaker with that nasally boy's voice would once more crackle to life. "Yikes, essence rebound or something? Don't worry, we all fail now and again, that's just a part of life. You can always apply next year. Gives time for some of the real heroes to get their rightful head start, heheheh. Mannekin! Thrash her mercifully!"
Upon that command, the Mannekin at the front with a pompadour wig would suddenly speed up with a faint trail of lightning behind it, and would perform an acrobatic front flip, aiming to bring its lightning-infused bat down upon Ciara. If she successfully dodged, the bat would create a crater in the ground of the hallway, sending a small arc of lightning outward and shards of rubble in her direction.
The voice of the woman from earlier would ring out from further within the campus, echoing for all to hear. "Attention, all students. The time is now 9:30 AM on March 1st of the Sacred Record. It's recommended, though not required, that all students find their seat in the auditorium with all haste. I do, of course, say it's not required because there's always a comfy bed waiting for you back home - wherever that is, of course, because we certainly wouldn't care enough to confirm. That is all!"
Sorry, long day today! Exhausted and cookin' a late dinner. Should be able to get the next round up in the next few hours. Loving the pace!
@AThousandCurses@Sifr@Psyker Landshark
The fight between Chloe and Iraleth would end as a rather sad display. The moment that Iraleth took to the skies once again, Chloe was like a deer in headlights. It was at that moment it was obvious the girl had no plans for those that claimed superiority of movement, or perhaps even that she was not accustomed to being challenged in her power at all. "Wait, that's not fair! Get down here and fight me on an even playing field, plebeian!"
Unfortunately, Chloe had no answer to the barrage of divine bolts that rained down upon her. Targeting her in nonlethal areas did not spare her the pain in the moment, attempting to conjure some kind of defensive spell to retaliate and coming up empty-handed. For a brief moment, a small shield of energy briefly came into being, but it quickly vanished entirely the moment that the first bolt struck her, the first singe of harm on her body causing her to scream out in agony, crumpling and making herself an easy target for the remaining blasts. "N-No, wait, I can't- Aghhhhh!"
As the last of the bolts landed, Chloe tumbled to the floor of the bridge, conscious but clearly too wounded to move very far. "Rio... hel-help me, I can't move... I need help now...! Get me up so I can go take that lowborn out, n-now...!"
The one she was looking and slowly crawling towards was preoccupied, however, seeming to take his opponent head on with his full attention. "Stance of Earth, grant me balance," Rio would mutter with a deep exhale as he observed Chunji's approach, digging his feet into the ground of the bridge. When the shield was tossed, he would give it a backhand, his strike seemingly reinforced beyond regular human means - there was no damage to his hand from such a strike, nor did he wince from the impact, and yet the shield would partially crack around the edge as it tumbled away.
In a move that would perhaps be seen as unwise if not outright psychotic, the boy would not attempt to dodge the swing at his legs - rather, he looked Chunji dead in the eyes as the strike was delivered, bleeding from the hit but remaining supernaturally stable on the ground. As Chunji went to deliver a strike to the shoulder, Rio seemed decisive in his next move: he was aiming for a direct fist straight to Chunji's chest. "Let's play a game of chicken, then."
Rio made no attempt to dodge, and both his stance and expression remained firm in this decision as his punch aimed towards Chunji's torso at the same time that a sword swing would be brought down upon him. Should the punch connect, the impact would be powerful enough to send Chunji backwards and, depending on how direct the hit was, potentially crack bone. The sword swing would strike true in Rio's shoulder should Chunji not pull away, cutting as intended - and yet Rio's limbs would not be disabled in the way that would normally be expected of one cut so precisely. It was as if his body was enduring these hits while maintaining maximum function, whether through magic or some other unforeseen method.
As that extreme violence broke out, Hildegunde's path ahead was relatively unobstructed. Many would cautiously attempt to circle around the chaotic battles before them, but only she would be so bold as to dash ahead so quickly. Rio would make no attempts to stop her, focused entirely on his duel, and his shield-wielding giant was similarly busy fending off other students while slowly being pushed back and overwhelmed by sheer numbers. As Hildegunde sprinted past Chloe's writhing body on the ground, she would see the desperate diva uttering a low, "Noooo, I was here to thin the herd... you're not worthy of going beyond this point, peasant...!" However, she was too slow. She would feebly reach out an arm to attempt to latch onto Hildegunde, but with the kind of speed that even the elderly could avoid at a leisurely pace. It wouldn't take an experienced war veteran to realize that this particular combatant was out of this race without proper healing or carrying.
Hildegunde would successfully advance to the end of the bridge and, by extension, the plaza; assuming, of course, that Iraleth did not have other plans at that moment. She would witness broken mannequins scattered about, a fountain cracked and leaking out water and with a partially broken statue in its center, and most notably, a wave of mannequins with various kitchenware that would run at her with the intent to harm.
@ERode
The lost, wingless boy chomped down hard on the candy with a sickening, loud crunch, as if the boy were chewing on a rock. He fumbled after Otis, not quite keeping pace, but doing his best to at least maintain the same amount of steps taken. His breath would be ragged and uneven as he followed, but he let out a satisfied chuckle as he ran. The sigh of satisfaction would be enough to show that perhaps placebo was the strongest medicine, at least for this lost soul. "You're a miracle worker, my man! My fellow! My chosen chum! A real doctor in the rough, for real! Haha~!"
As Otis barraged the boy with question after question, the Strigidae would almost smell smoke cooking behind him. If he were to so much as glance, he'd see the wing-booted boy with drool dripping out of his mouth in confusion and sensory overload, smoke seemingly coming out of his ears - his mind overclocking simply to comprehend all of Otis' inquiries in full. "Uhhhhh... ummm, uhhh, grrrrhhhh," he would struggle and strain, all of the wrinkles of the poor boy's brain shifting and burning at one hundred percent capacity. "Your words are funny and strange, chum. I do not know how to respond to them," he would blurt out after a moment with half-hearted commitment, pondering something deeper.
It was as they would flee to the opposite side of the plaza and round the corner to another walkway that the flightless birdbrain would snap his fingers as if coming to a realization. "Oh! Yes, of course, you want to know what my superhero powers are, right? Of course, of coooourse, I'm so dumb," he would chuckle to himself, smacking himself in the forehead as the duo came to what seemed to be a courtyard. Within eyesight immediately, a building to their left labeled "Cafeteria" above the door would stand out, as would a small bridge downward to their right with a sign at the entrance reading "Playground". Finally, a path straight ahead would lead down what looked reminiscent of a city street, clusters of buildings off in the distance.
As the boy stops to catch his breath while looking across these different paths, he'd sigh and compose himself, the smoke of thought dissipating. "Well, I'm Davil. I'm going to be a hero for the Union and finally unite Mirris and the Union in a time of ultimate peace where good guys can all rise above the sins of the past! And, uh, as for my other stuff..." He would trail off at that, finger to chin, reluctantly keeping up with Otis should he choose his given path by this point, completely breezing by the casual insult to his elite status. "My shoes are just to help me control my Ethos. In truth, my Ethos lets me fly for thirty seconds per day!"
With pride he'd give a thumbs up, though his brow would furrow soon after. "Well, kind of. See, it takes some building up, so the first ten seconds are take-off. Then landing safely usually takes me another ten. Then if we account for the time it takes me to gain control after the initial burst of speed... it's more like my Ethos allows me to fly where I want for five seconds per day! I'd like to think it's pretty powerful - my mum always tells me so, anyway."
Continuing to follow Otis down his chosen path should he choose one, he'd follow up. "I don't know my prime essence's codeword yet, but the activation phrase of my Ethos is 'Linearic Liner,' even though I reckon I don't fully know what it means. Not that it'll work now that I've used up all my juice for the day, so I guess I'm stuck running to the finish line with my new best friend, ahaha!"
@Estylwen
As Ciara observed the janitor's aura, the oddest thing would happen. For a brief moment, as if briefer than a blink, Ciara and her inner mental observers would feel the slightest flicker of something that could only be described as... elderly and foreign, peering back from beyond a veil of unknown distance. As the janitor minded his own business and Ciara tried to gauge his aura, it's as if something stared back at her as well - and though it wasn't apparent what, she did feel one thing gently shudder through her bones in that moment: hatred. The instinctual, natural-born hatred of a lifetime of scorn against a fated enemy, rippling through Ciara's body and, for a moment, peering into her own essence. It was as if she was by the ocean, the crashing of waves and the roaring of a distant beast ringing in her mind. This feeling would recede quickly, as quick as a single blink, but in a single moment it would have almost felt as if minutes of wordless grudges were exchanged upon a simple brushing of essence on essence. The janitor would not seem to react to this at all, simply staring into the moving clouds above, presumably dreaming of better days.
She would hear a chuckle from the man, as she prepared to enter the building. "Fitting name. I'm Michael, the janitor. I'll see ya around, kiddo. Hope you're one of the good ones," he'd utter as he pulled out a cigarette and began to light it. "It'd be nice if ya were."
Upon entering through the doors, Ciara would be met with an area that resembled a foyer, with a receptionist desk a few feet away as she stepped inside. Hallways would stretch on to the left and right, and stairs behind the left and right of the receptionist desk would each converge into one stairway going to the second floor. A mannequin would be planted in the chair of the receptionist desk, looking right at Ciara despite its featureless face. Slowly emerging from around the corners leading to the hallways on either side, more Mannekin would appear - these ones wearing long black flowing overcoats and carrying baseball bats. "Came to the wrong school, fool," Ciara would hear over what sounded like a loudspeaker echoing through the building. It was the nasally, whiny voice of a boy who sounded as if he had already won a game that nobody else was competing in. "Turn back now and the Mannekin given to me will not destroy you so mercilessly! I'm a merciful god, so I'd rather not have to thrash you, you see."
Would Ciara decide to stand her ground, the Mannekin would each rush her with their bats, closing the distance with speed faster than the chefs outside.
BRIDGE
The fight between Chloe and Iraleth would end as a rather sad display. The moment that Iraleth took to the skies once again, Chloe was like a deer in headlights. It was at that moment it was obvious the girl had no plans for those that claimed superiority of movement, or perhaps even that she was not accustomed to being challenged in her power at all. "Wait, that's not fair! Get down here and fight me on an even playing field, plebeian!"
Unfortunately, Chloe had no answer to the barrage of divine bolts that rained down upon her. Targeting her in nonlethal areas did not spare her the pain in the moment, attempting to conjure some kind of defensive spell to retaliate and coming up empty-handed. For a brief moment, a small shield of energy briefly came into being, but it quickly vanished entirely the moment that the first bolt struck her, the first singe of harm on her body causing her to scream out in agony, crumpling and making herself an easy target for the remaining blasts. "N-No, wait, I can't- Aghhhhh!"
As the last of the bolts landed, Chloe tumbled to the floor of the bridge, conscious but clearly too wounded to move very far. "Rio... hel-help me, I can't move... I need help now...! Get me up so I can go take that lowborn out, n-now...!"
The one she was looking and slowly crawling towards was preoccupied, however, seeming to take his opponent head on with his full attention. "Stance of Earth, grant me balance," Rio would mutter with a deep exhale as he observed Chunji's approach, digging his feet into the ground of the bridge. When the shield was tossed, he would give it a backhand, his strike seemingly reinforced beyond regular human means - there was no damage to his hand from such a strike, nor did he wince from the impact, and yet the shield would partially crack around the edge as it tumbled away.
In a move that would perhaps be seen as unwise if not outright psychotic, the boy would not attempt to dodge the swing at his legs - rather, he looked Chunji dead in the eyes as the strike was delivered, bleeding from the hit but remaining supernaturally stable on the ground. As Chunji went to deliver a strike to the shoulder, Rio seemed decisive in his next move: he was aiming for a direct fist straight to Chunji's chest. "Let's play a game of chicken, then."
Rio made no attempt to dodge, and both his stance and expression remained firm in this decision as his punch aimed towards Chunji's torso at the same time that a sword swing would be brought down upon him. Should the punch connect, the impact would be powerful enough to send Chunji backwards and, depending on how direct the hit was, potentially crack bone. The sword swing would strike true in Rio's shoulder should Chunji not pull away, cutting as intended - and yet Rio's limbs would not be disabled in the way that would normally be expected of one cut so precisely. It was as if his body was enduring these hits while maintaining maximum function, whether through magic or some other unforeseen method.
As that extreme violence broke out, Hildegunde's path ahead was relatively unobstructed. Many would cautiously attempt to circle around the chaotic battles before them, but only she would be so bold as to dash ahead so quickly. Rio would make no attempts to stop her, focused entirely on his duel, and his shield-wielding giant was similarly busy fending off other students while slowly being pushed back and overwhelmed by sheer numbers. As Hildegunde sprinted past Chloe's writhing body on the ground, she would see the desperate diva uttering a low, "Noooo, I was here to thin the herd... you're not worthy of going beyond this point, peasant...!" However, she was too slow. She would feebly reach out an arm to attempt to latch onto Hildegunde, but with the kind of speed that even the elderly could avoid at a leisurely pace. It wouldn't take an experienced war veteran to realize that this particular combatant was out of this race without proper healing or carrying.
Hildegunde would successfully advance to the end of the bridge and, by extension, the plaza; assuming, of course, that Iraleth did not have other plans at that moment. She would witness broken mannequins scattered about, a fountain cracked and leaking out water and with a partially broken statue in its center, and most notably, a wave of mannequins with various kitchenware that would run at her with the intent to harm.
@ERode
PLAZA AND RIGHT WALKWAY
The lost, wingless boy chomped down hard on the candy with a sickening, loud crunch, as if the boy were chewing on a rock. He fumbled after Otis, not quite keeping pace, but doing his best to at least maintain the same amount of steps taken. His breath would be ragged and uneven as he followed, but he let out a satisfied chuckle as he ran. The sigh of satisfaction would be enough to show that perhaps placebo was the strongest medicine, at least for this lost soul. "You're a miracle worker, my man! My fellow! My chosen chum! A real doctor in the rough, for real! Haha~!"
As Otis barraged the boy with question after question, the Strigidae would almost smell smoke cooking behind him. If he were to so much as glance, he'd see the wing-booted boy with drool dripping out of his mouth in confusion and sensory overload, smoke seemingly coming out of his ears - his mind overclocking simply to comprehend all of Otis' inquiries in full. "Uhhhhh... ummm, uhhh, grrrrhhhh," he would struggle and strain, all of the wrinkles of the poor boy's brain shifting and burning at one hundred percent capacity. "Your words are funny and strange, chum. I do not know how to respond to them," he would blurt out after a moment with half-hearted commitment, pondering something deeper.
It was as they would flee to the opposite side of the plaza and round the corner to another walkway that the flightless birdbrain would snap his fingers as if coming to a realization. "Oh! Yes, of course, you want to know what my superhero powers are, right? Of course, of coooourse, I'm so dumb," he would chuckle to himself, smacking himself in the forehead as the duo came to what seemed to be a courtyard. Within eyesight immediately, a building to their left labeled "Cafeteria" above the door would stand out, as would a small bridge downward to their right with a sign at the entrance reading "Playground". Finally, a path straight ahead would lead down what looked reminiscent of a city street, clusters of buildings off in the distance.
As the boy stops to catch his breath while looking across these different paths, he'd sigh and compose himself, the smoke of thought dissipating. "Well, I'm Davil. I'm going to be a hero for the Union and finally unite Mirris and the Union in a time of ultimate peace where good guys can all rise above the sins of the past! And, uh, as for my other stuff..." He would trail off at that, finger to chin, reluctantly keeping up with Otis should he choose his given path by this point, completely breezing by the casual insult to his elite status. "My shoes are just to help me control my Ethos. In truth, my Ethos lets me fly for thirty seconds per day!"
With pride he'd give a thumbs up, though his brow would furrow soon after. "Well, kind of. See, it takes some building up, so the first ten seconds are take-off. Then landing safely usually takes me another ten. Then if we account for the time it takes me to gain control after the initial burst of speed... it's more like my Ethos allows me to fly where I want for five seconds per day! I'd like to think it's pretty powerful - my mum always tells me so, anyway."
Continuing to follow Otis down his chosen path should he choose one, he'd follow up. "I don't know my prime essence's codeword yet, but the activation phrase of my Ethos is 'Linearic Liner,' even though I reckon I don't fully know what it means. Not that it'll work now that I've used up all my juice for the day, so I guess I'm stuck running to the finish line with my new best friend, ahaha!"
@Estylwen
MAIN BUILDING
As Ciara observed the janitor's aura, the oddest thing would happen. For a brief moment, as if briefer than a blink, Ciara and her inner mental observers would feel the slightest flicker of something that could only be described as... elderly and foreign, peering back from beyond a veil of unknown distance. As the janitor minded his own business and Ciara tried to gauge his aura, it's as if something stared back at her as well - and though it wasn't apparent what, she did feel one thing gently shudder through her bones in that moment: hatred. The instinctual, natural-born hatred of a lifetime of scorn against a fated enemy, rippling through Ciara's body and, for a moment, peering into her own essence. It was as if she was by the ocean, the crashing of waves and the roaring of a distant beast ringing in her mind. This feeling would recede quickly, as quick as a single blink, but in a single moment it would have almost felt as if minutes of wordless grudges were exchanged upon a simple brushing of essence on essence. The janitor would not seem to react to this at all, simply staring into the moving clouds above, presumably dreaming of better days.
She would hear a chuckle from the man, as she prepared to enter the building. "Fitting name. I'm Michael, the janitor. I'll see ya around, kiddo. Hope you're one of the good ones," he'd utter as he pulled out a cigarette and began to light it. "It'd be nice if ya were."
Upon entering through the doors, Ciara would be met with an area that resembled a foyer, with a receptionist desk a few feet away as she stepped inside. Hallways would stretch on to the left and right, and stairs behind the left and right of the receptionist desk would each converge into one stairway going to the second floor. A mannequin would be planted in the chair of the receptionist desk, looking right at Ciara despite its featureless face. Slowly emerging from around the corners leading to the hallways on either side, more Mannekin would appear - these ones wearing long black flowing overcoats and carrying baseball bats. "Came to the wrong school, fool," Ciara would hear over what sounded like a loudspeaker echoing through the building. It was the nasally, whiny voice of a boy who sounded as if he had already won a game that nobody else was competing in. "Turn back now and the Mannekin given to me will not destroy you so mercilessly! I'm a merciful god, so I'd rather not have to thrash you, you see."
Would Ciara decide to stand her ground, the Mannekin would each rush her with their bats, closing the distance with speed faster than the chefs outside.
The next round begins, and with it, some updates. A minor blurb summarizing the events so far has been added to the timeline, and notable characters met have been added to the NPC list in the character tab. More information about said NPCs will be added to their sheets as things are learned, mixing facts with speculation based on IC knowledge and witnesses to interpret said knowledge.
Or they could just die before too much is really known about them, that is also possible.
Or they could just die before too much is really known about them, that is also possible.
@AThousandCurses@Sifr@Psyker Landshark
The curves of the frilly half-elf's mouth extended almost unnaturally upward as she laid eyes upon Iraleth's crashing entrance. Perhaps the idea of heroism amused her, or perhaps simply seeing a shoe-in for early arrival sacrifice their advantage so easily was what caused a sadistic glint to shine in her eye. "I must say it's rather embarrassing to make such demands of a girl you just met. We're all just having fun, after all. No manners were taught to you, in the hole you crawled out of to learn the common tongue?"
With a chortle and an exaggerated movement to cover her mouth with the back of her hand as she giggled, eyes firmly planted on the righteous warrior before her with nothing but condescension and disdain, it was in that moment that a wrench - or more accurately, a dagger - was thrown into her plans. In her moment of revelry, attention was diverted away from the crowd she had been so gleefully keeping at bay behind her.
Thunk.
All at once, the sound of squealing, satisfied laughter was replaced by pained wails. For those in the vicinity to witness, they would see the girl that was seen as an immovable wall mere moments ago crumple against the right side railing of the bridge - a fresh wound oozing out of her back, staining her orchid dress a morbid crimson. The strangest thing would be the disappearance of the very dagger that was expertly embedded into her spine. Only Chunji would have seen it in full: his strike landing true, but his projectile seeming to disintegrate into dust almost as quickly as it made contact with the girl's flesh. In the end, blood was drawn, but the wound did not reach bone.
The half-elf would turn back towards the crowd that had its morale boosted by the staggering hit, slowly advancing once more. One girl in the crowd in particular, walking with a limp and a cane, would give Chunji a thumbs-up, having seemingly witnessed the boy's attack. "Good one, kid. Send a few more like that her way and we'll all be sittin' pretty before we know it, yeah? Or maybe the vultures who smell blood'll hone in on her first," she would muse with an amused shrug, before stopping mid-step and pausing with a finger tapping against her chin, eyes skyward. "Hmmm... on second thought, vultures don't smell blood, yeah? Not like that at least. Sharks're what I was thinkin' of. Eh, I'll workshop that one."
Before the crowd behind the frilly prune-maker or the wrathful knight in front of her could move to fully capitalize on the injury, however, a potent gust of wind arose and knocked the unsuspecting off their feet. At the center of this gust, near the distraught frill-elf, appearing as if out of nowhere, was a boy in the trendy Shaktan attire known as the "t-shirt and jeans" combo. Levitating above him was the upper half of some kind of phantasmal giant clad in golden armor, with four arms each bearing circular shields the size of a human torso. With a sigh, the boy scanned the area while the giant seemed to fend off and block haphazard attacks sent towards either the boy or the injured half-elf. "Gods' sake, Chloe. We can't be putting ourselves this far into the spotlight, let's tone it down."
"Easy for you to say! Look at what they did to me," she would complain with a groaning response, pointing at her bleeding back and slightly torn dress. "They'll all pay! That knife thrower, wherever they are, and..."
She would point at the towering knight ahead with a vengeful glare replacing her previous amusement. "You. This all started because you distracted me with your righteous nonsense! How dare you!" She would stumble away from the railing and begin stomping her way towards Iraleth, enraged. If she got within range of the knight, she would immediately attempt to clamp a hand down onto her in any way that she could.
With his hands in his pockets and a slouch in his posture, the boy at her side would direct his attention towards the crowd still being fended off by his seemingly autonomous ghostly golden torso - not wounding anyone, but simply repelling advances and blocking attacks. The boy would sigh as his eyes met the crowd, looking towards Chunji and pointing a half-hearted finger his way. "Guess it's us then. Maybe it was a good idea to wait and let my idiot friend steal the show for a while after all. You 'n I, knife thrower." He would take a crouched stance with his fists extended outward, as if a martial artist squaring up with his opponent for a duel in the ring. All the while, his golden guardian would be on watch for any unexpected attacks from the crowd.
@ERode
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!"
After the conversation with Ciara had reached its conclusion one way or another, the loudest thing that Otis would hear in his immediate vicinity was the terrified screams from above. Were he to draw his gaze to the source of the noise, he'd see the spiraling, tumbling, descending figure of a boy with winged boots. Like a bird with only one wing, he fell in a never-ending spiral until he crashed with a cratering impact into the fountain of the plaza, splashing the fountain's contents everywhere and destroying a chunk of the marble statue at its base. He would see the boy, seconds later, crawling his way out of the wreck, covered in rubble and soaked like a wet dog. He'd desperately scramble to his feet and begin rummaging through his messenger bag as if he didn't fall from the sky moments prior, eventually fishing out a glass bottle with a satisfied smile. This smile turned to a frown quickly, however, on account of its broken state, a thick red liquid dripping from broken shards. "Nooooo," he'd whine, throwing the useless upper half of the bottle off into the distance, tears of defeat slowly emerging from his eyes. "Why do they need to seal potions in glass bottles, seriously?! What's the world's economy coming to, for real?!"
He'd soon glance towards Otis after observing his surroundings, and sprint over to him with his hands above his head to signal he wasn't possessed of malicious intent. "Heeeeey! I don't know anyone here, let's be friends!" He would shout this while, of course, remaining ignorant of the new wave of kitchen mannequins running out of the open doorways that the prior had rushed from. At the very back of this wave, a mannequin with a chef's hat and a comically oversized rolling pin wielded like a greatclub would walk out. It moved differently from the others - more lifelike, and with some confidence in how it wielded its chosen weapon. For now it'd stand back, its faceless gaze focused on Otis and what he would do next. In the meantime, more of those chefs would be sprinting straight for the clueless boy and, by extension, Otis himself.
@Estylwen
Rounding the walkway, Ciara would find herself with many options thrown at her all at once. To her immediate left would be some kind of circular stage with multiple sigils drawn overlapping with one another and a very distinct golden pillar in the center. A signpost near the small bridge leading towards it would read "Leyline Attunement Zone," and even looking at the pillar itself would give the distinct feeling of otherworldly yet invisible power.
To her right, she would see a larger red building with a golden plaque above the doorframe that read, "Main Building." An older man in a brown cloak with its hood up would be seen sweeping the floors nearby, with masterful wrist flicks expertly deflecting dust and debris to other, less visible parts of the campus grounds. He'd take note of Ciara, waving her way with a smile. He wore leather armor under his cloak, shown now for the first time as he turned to face her, dressed like a rugged adventurer. He seemed aged, probably in his mid forties, but even through his wrinkles there was a smirk of self-assurance and a glint of hard-working sweat dripping down his rugged chin stubble. Lastly, there was a rusty pin on his cloak near the chest that read "Janitor."
He leaned against his broom with a sigh. "Heavy workload for all of us," he'd grunt out with a tired yet playful tone, sending a knowing look in Ciara's direction. "But for the 'light of the future' like you guys, I guess that's to be expected, eh? Shit's rough."
While still looking towards Ciara, the man would point behind him at the door that gave away its location as the main building. "Ya didn't hear it from me, but the auditorium's somewhere in there. I mean, probably, anyway. I just sweep the floors, I dunno about what ol' Miss is thinking, dropping you kids in an impromptu battlefield like this, but it sucks. Back when I was a kid, I just had to worry about which crayons tasted the best."
With a shrug and a smile, he'd lean against the wall by the door, broom clattering to the ground as he shoved his hands into his pants' pockets. "Blue, by the way. The blue crayons definitely tasted the best."
Further down the way past the door labeled "Main Building," a pathway that seemed reminiscent of a city street would find itself directly ahead, and in a branching path just before the entrance to said street, a descending walkway veering downwards out of sight.
BRIDGE
The curves of the frilly half-elf's mouth extended almost unnaturally upward as she laid eyes upon Iraleth's crashing entrance. Perhaps the idea of heroism amused her, or perhaps simply seeing a shoe-in for early arrival sacrifice their advantage so easily was what caused a sadistic glint to shine in her eye. "I must say it's rather embarrassing to make such demands of a girl you just met. We're all just having fun, after all. No manners were taught to you, in the hole you crawled out of to learn the common tongue?"
With a chortle and an exaggerated movement to cover her mouth with the back of her hand as she giggled, eyes firmly planted on the righteous warrior before her with nothing but condescension and disdain, it was in that moment that a wrench - or more accurately, a dagger - was thrown into her plans. In her moment of revelry, attention was diverted away from the crowd she had been so gleefully keeping at bay behind her.
Thunk.
All at once, the sound of squealing, satisfied laughter was replaced by pained wails. For those in the vicinity to witness, they would see the girl that was seen as an immovable wall mere moments ago crumple against the right side railing of the bridge - a fresh wound oozing out of her back, staining her orchid dress a morbid crimson. The strangest thing would be the disappearance of the very dagger that was expertly embedded into her spine. Only Chunji would have seen it in full: his strike landing true, but his projectile seeming to disintegrate into dust almost as quickly as it made contact with the girl's flesh. In the end, blood was drawn, but the wound did not reach bone.
The half-elf would turn back towards the crowd that had its morale boosted by the staggering hit, slowly advancing once more. One girl in the crowd in particular, walking with a limp and a cane, would give Chunji a thumbs-up, having seemingly witnessed the boy's attack. "Good one, kid. Send a few more like that her way and we'll all be sittin' pretty before we know it, yeah? Or maybe the vultures who smell blood'll hone in on her first," she would muse with an amused shrug, before stopping mid-step and pausing with a finger tapping against her chin, eyes skyward. "Hmmm... on second thought, vultures don't smell blood, yeah? Not like that at least. Sharks're what I was thinkin' of. Eh, I'll workshop that one."
Before the crowd behind the frilly prune-maker or the wrathful knight in front of her could move to fully capitalize on the injury, however, a potent gust of wind arose and knocked the unsuspecting off their feet. At the center of this gust, near the distraught frill-elf, appearing as if out of nowhere, was a boy in the trendy Shaktan attire known as the "t-shirt and jeans" combo. Levitating above him was the upper half of some kind of phantasmal giant clad in golden armor, with four arms each bearing circular shields the size of a human torso. With a sigh, the boy scanned the area while the giant seemed to fend off and block haphazard attacks sent towards either the boy or the injured half-elf. "Gods' sake, Chloe. We can't be putting ourselves this far into the spotlight, let's tone it down."
"Easy for you to say! Look at what they did to me," she would complain with a groaning response, pointing at her bleeding back and slightly torn dress. "They'll all pay! That knife thrower, wherever they are, and..."
She would point at the towering knight ahead with a vengeful glare replacing her previous amusement. "You. This all started because you distracted me with your righteous nonsense! How dare you!" She would stumble away from the railing and begin stomping her way towards Iraleth, enraged. If she got within range of the knight, she would immediately attempt to clamp a hand down onto her in any way that she could.
With his hands in his pockets and a slouch in his posture, the boy at her side would direct his attention towards the crowd still being fended off by his seemingly autonomous ghostly golden torso - not wounding anyone, but simply repelling advances and blocking attacks. The boy would sigh as his eyes met the crowd, looking towards Chunji and pointing a half-hearted finger his way. "Guess it's us then. Maybe it was a good idea to wait and let my idiot friend steal the show for a while after all. You 'n I, knife thrower." He would take a crouched stance with his fists extended outward, as if a martial artist squaring up with his opponent for a duel in the ring. All the while, his golden guardian would be on watch for any unexpected attacks from the crowd.
@ERode
PLAZA
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!"
After the conversation with Ciara had reached its conclusion one way or another, the loudest thing that Otis would hear in his immediate vicinity was the terrified screams from above. Were he to draw his gaze to the source of the noise, he'd see the spiraling, tumbling, descending figure of a boy with winged boots. Like a bird with only one wing, he fell in a never-ending spiral until he crashed with a cratering impact into the fountain of the plaza, splashing the fountain's contents everywhere and destroying a chunk of the marble statue at its base. He would see the boy, seconds later, crawling his way out of the wreck, covered in rubble and soaked like a wet dog. He'd desperately scramble to his feet and begin rummaging through his messenger bag as if he didn't fall from the sky moments prior, eventually fishing out a glass bottle with a satisfied smile. This smile turned to a frown quickly, however, on account of its broken state, a thick red liquid dripping from broken shards. "Nooooo," he'd whine, throwing the useless upper half of the bottle off into the distance, tears of defeat slowly emerging from his eyes. "Why do they need to seal potions in glass bottles, seriously?! What's the world's economy coming to, for real?!"
He'd soon glance towards Otis after observing his surroundings, and sprint over to him with his hands above his head to signal he wasn't possessed of malicious intent. "Heeeeey! I don't know anyone here, let's be friends!" He would shout this while, of course, remaining ignorant of the new wave of kitchen mannequins running out of the open doorways that the prior had rushed from. At the very back of this wave, a mannequin with a chef's hat and a comically oversized rolling pin wielded like a greatclub would walk out. It moved differently from the others - more lifelike, and with some confidence in how it wielded its chosen weapon. For now it'd stand back, its faceless gaze focused on Otis and what he would do next. In the meantime, more of those chefs would be sprinting straight for the clueless boy and, by extension, Otis himself.
@Estylwen
WALKWAY
Rounding the walkway, Ciara would find herself with many options thrown at her all at once. To her immediate left would be some kind of circular stage with multiple sigils drawn overlapping with one another and a very distinct golden pillar in the center. A signpost near the small bridge leading towards it would read "Leyline Attunement Zone," and even looking at the pillar itself would give the distinct feeling of otherworldly yet invisible power.
To her right, she would see a larger red building with a golden plaque above the doorframe that read, "Main Building." An older man in a brown cloak with its hood up would be seen sweeping the floors nearby, with masterful wrist flicks expertly deflecting dust and debris to other, less visible parts of the campus grounds. He'd take note of Ciara, waving her way with a smile. He wore leather armor under his cloak, shown now for the first time as he turned to face her, dressed like a rugged adventurer. He seemed aged, probably in his mid forties, but even through his wrinkles there was a smirk of self-assurance and a glint of hard-working sweat dripping down his rugged chin stubble. Lastly, there was a rusty pin on his cloak near the chest that read "Janitor."
He leaned against his broom with a sigh. "Heavy workload for all of us," he'd grunt out with a tired yet playful tone, sending a knowing look in Ciara's direction. "But for the 'light of the future' like you guys, I guess that's to be expected, eh? Shit's rough."
While still looking towards Ciara, the man would point behind him at the door that gave away its location as the main building. "Ya didn't hear it from me, but the auditorium's somewhere in there. I mean, probably, anyway. I just sweep the floors, I dunno about what ol' Miss is thinking, dropping you kids in an impromptu battlefield like this, but it sucks. Back when I was a kid, I just had to worry about which crayons tasted the best."
With a shrug and a smile, he'd lean against the wall by the door, broom clattering to the ground as he shoved his hands into his pants' pockets. "Blue, by the way. The blue crayons definitely tasted the best."
Further down the way past the door labeled "Main Building," a pathway that seemed reminiscent of a city street would find itself directly ahead, and in a branching path just before the entrance to said street, a descending walkway veering downwards out of sight.
Whoa, that was a fast round, nice. I'm just starting to cook dinner now, so I can get another post up in a few hours!
I think as long as everybody gets a post in for the round, it won't be too much of a problem what order it's in. All the actions in a round would take place at the same time regardless of post order, after all, so I don't see a problem as it is now.
That's all good! Life happens and that's okay. ^.^
@ERode Assuming Hilde and Chunji don't Fucking Kill Her I'm sure he'll have an opportunity to interrogate her later :P
Anywhom, gonna wait on AThousandCurses before I reply. I don't know if we're following any strict post order but yeet
I think as long as everybody gets a post in for the round, it won't be too much of a problem what order it's in. All the actions in a round would take place at the same time regardless of post order, after all, so I don't see a problem as it is now.
Hey, just wanted to say that I'm sorry that I vanished from this rp right after saying I'd make a character! irl stuff came up and I'm also in the process of moving. Hope y'all have fun! :)
That's all good! Life happens and that's okay. ^.^
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