Oh! I had been looking at this one, but I was afraid it had died. Siiiince that's not the case, I do believe I'll go ahead and write up a sheet, if that's alright?
edit: Tomorrow. I will work on it tomorrow. How the hell is it already 11:30pm?
Despite her best attempts to focus on the attack, Kiyoko couldn’t resist the temptation of checking her shot. After the last arrow left her bow, her eyes floated back to sensei, just in time to see him stagger. One of the clones had dissipated due to her arrow but...if it hadn’t been a clone…
Kiyoko’s free hand jerked up to her mouth when she saw what happened next.
One arrow lodged deep into the man’s back. She...she hadn’t expected him to actually get hit. Just...just DODGE or something! She silently hoped that it was just a clone, but when the second arrow pierced the back of his head, it was all Kiyoko could do not to squeak. He hadn’t disappeared yet. Was that really Hideo-sensei? Did...did she just…
Nausea flooded the girl.
As if becoming a human pincushion wasn’t enough, one of Rima’s rocks collided with him, right before the giant genin came in with a slash, sending Hideo-sensei onto the ground and presumably deeper into the bowels of hell.
...
What…
...What had they done?
Kiyoko waited in the tree, not moving, barely breathing, too stunned for action. They had just murdered their sensei. In less than an hour of meeting him. That wasn’t the mission. There was no need for him to die but…
...but…
Smoke covered the corpse for just a few moments, only for it to dissipate and reveal a...log.
Full of arrows.
…
A whistle shot through the silence followed by a familiar voice. Kiyoko turned her gaze to the risen shinobi, a spectre from beyond beckoning to join him on his pitiful quest to the grave. He woul - Kiyoko slapped herself. She was being ridiculous. He wasn’t an undead abomination, just your average shinobi with their average replacement technique. How she even let herself get dumped by such a textbook maneuver, Kiyoko didn’t want to know.
“Wow! That was a close one! You all did a pretty good job, I must say. Quite better than I had expected.”
Kiyoko hopped down from her tree and began walking over towards Rima and to an extent, Hideo himself. She was frowning at the smug sounding jounin. He continued. “Welp, you all managed to get me out of the circle, so I guess I owe one of you 21 ryō, right?" Kiyoko glanced over to Rima. He was the one who made the final contact. And he had placed himself in the most danger by entering the ring in the first place. By all rights, the cash should go to him.
“Ya’ know what! Forget the money.”
The girl crossed her arms, glaring daggers at Cheapeo-sensei. Rima pretty much gave voice to her own thoughts.
“No amount of money could express how proud I am of each of you. You all combined your skills and proved to me that you all are very capable ninja.” the elder ninja spoke. Kiyoko loosened up a little bit. Maybe, just maybe, this Hideo guy wasn’t such a gaping colossal assho-
Hideo, after crossing the distance to the genin, who had been joined by the sharpshooter Nakahara, proceeded to violently knee the youngest genin. Needless to say, Kiyoko was still a bit thrown off by yet ANOTHER change in the man’s temperament.
“Essentially this test was to see how you all would react to an enemy in realistic combat.” he spoke before attacking the boy and sending him on a one-way trip to Pain City. “And like realistic combat, your enemy will not always follow simple rules they or you may put in place.”
A chill went down Kiyoko’s spine. What was he getting at?
“I guess what I’m trying to say is: the test still continues. Except this time...no boundaries.”
Fuck.
Kiyoko scowled. Well, she was wrong. Cheapeo-sensei was every bit the asshat that she had thought. Joyous day. But...if their were no boundaries now...then what the hell kind of test was this? What was their goal? Was it just beat the shit out of Hideo? Because quite frankly?
She could get down with that.
Rima turned back at her before charging their so-called teacher. The look in his eyes...desperation? Perhaps. She could sympathize. But to just charge in so careles-
The girl glanced over at the fallen genin. Was...was THAT what he wanted? To buy time to get the little one to safety? The girl didn’t waste a moment in second-guessing herself. Even if that wasn’t the case, even if he had just gone off in a blind fury, she could use the distraction.
She moved over towards Nakara and sort of half-scooped/half-jerked the boy up. In an awkward sort of shambling run, Kiyoko drove the boy over towards the wooded area once more. It wasn’t too far from melee combat going on now. Nor as safe, now that the circle was abolished. But it was better than just leaving the poor kid out in the open. She wasn’t exactly the gentlest chick around, evident from her simply shoving the boy towards the trees once they got near. If he was all banged up and broken, he was useless. It would be better for him to simply remove himself.
Kiyoko turned once more in time to see Rima swing towards Hideo who moved swiftly to disarm the genin. But…
But that’s not what happened. Instead, shortly after making contact, the jounin disenganged. And the way his arm was just...flopping and now hanging there...what the hell just happened?
…
Opportunity.
Kiyoko rose her bow towards the sky and pulled out one more arrow. She nocked it, drew her thumb around the string, and pulled back. Gathering all the force she could to her diaphragm, she yelled at the top of her voice.
“HEY FUCKFACE! CATCH!”
She then launched the arrow in an extremely high arc.
She let the arrow rise for a moment, and just about the moment it hit the peak, Kiyoko quickly moved her draw hand down to her thigh where she pulled loose two kunai. Without speaking another word, the girl launched one kunai followed by the other directly towards Hideo. Due to his slight repositioning, Kiyoko felt relatively positive that Rima was clear of the kunai’s path but…
She hoped against hope that he didn’t make any sudden movements.
But seriously, I do very much like your charrie. Can't wait to see her in action ^-^
@OneStoryToMany Here's hoping you're still looking to join! ONE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH PARTY MEMBERS!
@Leodiensian Your ronso...I love him already xD Mogryo may view him as just an overgrown wingless, pom-pomless moogle, and it shall be glorious.
@Daxam I'm not sure if it really helps, but I know that fireworks were a usable ability by the samurai class (not sure if they were called something else or not.)
If nothing else, fireworks are technically a thing. I wouldn't think it would be a stretch to think that they were made of real life elements or incredibly similar parallels. But I suppose at the end of the day, Bass is the one to ask.
@Bassummoner So the whole summoner thing, how long would they have been around as of the start of the rp? Would their return be known by the common peeps yet?
Kiyoko started to stumble, but caught herself. She had caught something out of the corner of her eye. Miya-err, Rima was it? Rima had ripped a chunk of the ground itself and hurled it at Sensei. The girl had to admit, she was impressed. That couldn’t have been an easy technique. Simple, yes, but far from easy. And from the looks of it, effective to boot. She would not want to be on the receiving end of that one. She was a good shot, but uh...rock beats arrow.
Hideo was having none of that. The jounin blocked the fury of the earth using a vicious ball of flames. Seeing an opportunity to put an end to the nonsense, Kiyoko pulled loose an arrow and readied herself. Yet before she was able to turn their leader into a pincushion, the man was enveloped in a smokescreen. The girl cursed under her breath. To take a shot now would be a waste of her time, energy, and resources. Instead, the girl took the opportunity to make like Nakahara and enter the woods. Hopefully the smoke would last long enough to cover her repositioning.
The girl had gotten up into a tree before the smoke dissipated. With the advantage of height and surprise, Kiyoko would feel more comfortable taking a touch longer on her shots. Take smarter shots and the shots will smart. But her small hopes were dashed once the circle became clear once more. Inside stood not one, not two, but THREE smug looking bastards. Kiyoko frowned and shook her head slowly. That...complicated things. Just a bit.
But not too much.
Kiyoko drew a bead on one of the three Hideo. She took a deep breath, drew back fully, then-
WHOOSH
-released. Straight and true. As before, she didn’t waste any time soaking in the shot. She quickly drew another arrow and almost launched it...but a sudden loud crack threw her off. The bow hadn’t been fully drawn, but when Kiyoko flinched, her grip on the string slipped. Whoops. The arrow sailed out half-heartedly, doing little more than just tumbling to the ground. It took her a moment to put two and two together, but...that sound...it was something from Nakahara, perhaps? What the hell was the kid capable of…?
She didn’t have time to dwell on it. Nor was she going to just wait around to see if anything worked. Both of her squadmates were giving their all, it seemed. In that, at least, they had passed her test. She would have to give more if she didn’t want to be left behind. Two hundred percent. She had to strike now. Hard and swiftly.
Nonstop attack.
Relentless assault.
Victory.
Kiyoko aimed towards the sky and launched an arrow. Then another. Then a third. She would strike the heavens, blighting out the sun in a rain of arrows if need be. Well, maybe that’s a bit much for just three arrows. A vicious shower then? A destructive drizzle? ...three missed shots?
“Yevon, give me the strength to protect the weak. Please.”
Name:
Gwendolyn But she prefers “Gwen”
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Job:
Warrior
Faction:
Yevonist
Warrior Monks
Appearance:
“Oh the armor? It’s uhm...surprisingly light. Go figure.”
Gwendolyn isn’t the tallest girl around, standing at only about five feet five inches (167.64cm) with an athletic build. Weight? Don’t ask. Asking is likely to get you a shield to the jaw. Take our word on it. But enough with that, let’s go over some details, starting from the top. Atop her head lies a ginger mop of medium length, more often than not pulled up into a side ponytail. Bright blue eyes full of youthful optimism burn with determination from beneath her fiery locks. A light smattering of freckles run across her cheeks and nose.
As for her attire, Gwen prefers a slightly modified version of the standard traditional uniform donned by the Warrior Monks. The chestpiece is cut smaller, offering a bit less protection, but it restricts her movement less. Everything else remains pretty much the same. Though she does opt to don a sword and shield as well as the usual rifle. The former is much more likely to be seen on her than the rifle though.
Personality:
“Heeey, that looks fun! Lemme try!”
Gwen, calm down. Gwen, cut it out. Gwen, chill out.
And thus goes the symphony of Gwendolyn’s life. The girl always did have a bit of a bounce in her step, an extra spark of energy if you will. But that tended to flow both ways. The long and short of it is simple: Gwen’s an emotional girl. Highly emotional. When she’s happy, the world’s all sunshine and rainbows, puppy dogs and moogle tails. But when she’s down...well, she gets extra bummed out. She’s blue da ba dee da ba daa. And when she starts tipping one way or another, oh boy. Everything seems to compound with her trigger.
But the worst would probably be that temper. The girl’s got a hair trigger on that anger. Just about anything could set her off, and when it does, oh boy, watch out.
Despite her rather, unsavory temperament, Gwendolyn takes her job as a Warrior Monk seriously. Well...perhaps that’s a bit of a reach. It’s not that she’d a hyper-focused workaholic...she’s just extremely passionate about protecting others. The young, the elderly, the weak, the strong...even an Al-Bhed if they happened to honestly be innocent, Gwen just can’t bear standing around doing nothing. If somebody needs help, she’s stepping in. Maybe it’s a hero complex. Most likely...but that’s just the way that she’s always been, even as a young girl.
So when she’s not at the mercy of her emotions, or plunging headfirst into danger on behalf of some poor mook, Gwen’s an alright person. Not the best, by any means. She tends to just speak her mind, not taking a moment to think about how her words might be taken. On one hand, it keeps her pretty honest. On the other...well...the girl has a habit of lodging her foot firmly in her mouth.
It doesn’t take much to amuse, Gwen. Not that she’s stupid. Not by any means. It’s more of a...youthful fascination with the world. The simple things delight her to no end. Wild chocobo roaming the fields, the mighty Shoopuf doing its thing, so on and so forth. While if asked what she wanted to do with her life, she’d answer that she would want nothing more than to protect the weak, there would be a small moment of hesitation. And it is in this hesitation that Gwen’s mind would flash to a dream of seeing the entire world, discovering secrets long forgotten by man, or perhaps never encountered at all. But that would be just a dream.
Always a dream.
And nothing more.
Character Flaws:
“Blah blah blah responsibility this, duty that. Whatever! Lemme just go hit things, dammit!”
Patience may be a virtue, but Gwen never got around to learning it. She’s always eager to just jump into the action. Planning, plotting, strategy, she’s got no stomach for any of it. Whatever happens is Yevon’s will, so why worry about it? But that impatience, along with her already emotional nature, leads the girl to making hasty or rash decisions quite frequently. In the heat of the moment, she follows her heart, acting off instincts. While it hasn’t gotten her killed yet, surely she can’t keep being lucky...right?
Being a devout follower of Yevon, Gwendolyn has little tolerance for heathens. The Al-Bhed being prime examples. Sure, they may be alright people, but for them to completely turn their back on Yevon? That’s not right. She values her religion quite highly, and will fight to protect it via words or swords. Obviously, she does have a preference…And as she does have a strongly Yevonist view of the world, she’s utterly helpless when it comes to machina. She just doesn’t get it, man.
Gwendolyn’s not exactly the most knowledgeable of the world, most of her knowledge of it coming from old books that she was forced to read, or, and much more prevalent, from the other Warrior Monks. Unfortunately, a lot of this information was either very much outdated, or just plain wrong. But it’s a source of pride for the girl, in the knowledge she thinks she has. And with her being rather...stubborn, she’s not quick to admit that she’s wrong. In fact, she reacts rather poorly to being called out on her so called “Spira Knowledge”. By all means, go ahead and do it to get a rise out of the girl. Just uh...don’t get mad with us when she beats you down with a shield. It’s not pleasant.
Special Abilities:
“C’mon! C’mon! I’m just heating up!”
It’s not exactly common place for Warrior Monks to use swords and shields. Most have moved on to firearms, with good reason. Distance and ease of use allow for just about anybody to become an effective fighting force, provided they can aim. Therein lies Gwen’s main flaw in the eyes of the Monks: she can’t aim to save her life. She’d miss the broadside of a barn even if she could literally put the barrel of the gun against the damn thing.
So, sword and board it was. At least with that, all she had to do was swing her arm. That she found to be much easier. Learning to do it in a skillful manner though, that was significantly less easy. But she did it. The girl isn’t too shabby with the ol’ long razor. She even learned some basic magic attacks. Well...in a way. She wasn’t exactly conjuring up the elements like the mages. Hers was much smaller, simply channeling an element into her weapon, Gwen can focus her limited magical ability to cause a very small, localized spell at the point of contact with her sword.
“Pfft...who needs a gun anyway? Too lazy. I’d much rather be right up in the action! Waaaay more fun, heh!”
Sword and Shield
For a girl who can’t aim, there’s not too many other options. Her current sword and shield were a gift from her instructor. Just something from an old woman to keep a brat out of trouble...
Inventory:
“Ohh...I KNOW I had something for that around here somewhere...lemme just look real quick, okay?”
Beyond her sword and shield, Gwen carries a number of small potions in the pouch on her belt. But uh...she’s not exactly the neatest person around. Or most organized. As such, she’s ended up with plenty of vials full of stuff...with no labels. So it’s always a bit of a gamble when taking something from here. Oh well...more fun, yeah?
Bio:
“Pfft...it doesn’t matter where we came from, just where we’re goin’. So stop gettin’ all nostalgic and LET’S GO!”
Oh?
Looking for some sort of tragic backstory? Well, sorry to disappoint, but that’s not the case here. Gwendolyn was a born to a widow whose husband had passed in an accident just months prior. The woman and her husband had been devout followers of Yevon, with he being a member of the Warrior Monks and she a humble priestess, so it’s not much of a surprise that Gwen ended up being raised in the temple. Which was fine, really. All things considered, her upbringing was fairly normal. She was even able to get an education. The young redhead never had much of an interest in books though, and it became increasingly unlikely that she would make it as a priestess.
Rather, she was much more drawn to physical activities. Indeed, the girl would practically bounce off the walls, and getting her to sit still was a bonafide miracle. But that worked out just fine. Yevon was always looking for more of the devout to pick up arms in the name of the Holy. Gwen’s mother protested a bit at first, but ultimately agreed. The girl was just following in the footsteps of her father, after all.
Training was...rough. But damn if the girl didn’t pour her all into it. She gave it 110% and it showed. While no, she wasn’t the greatest around, she could hold her own and was always eager to get to it. This did not go unnoticed by her instructor, an older woman who prided herself on training some of the best of the Monks. She made it a personal mission to see Gwen become a fine young warrior. And despite all the girl’s many faults, the old woman in the end felt as if she had accomplished her goal. And thus she passed on her own sword and shield to the little punk and shortly after, retired to live out the rest of her days in style on one of Besaid Island’s beautiful beaches.
Gwen hasn’t been a full-fledged member of the Monks for long, so she still carries a sort of pride and eagerness that tends to wear off as time passes by. And while she is only a low ranking monk, she dreams of greatness...especially in proving herself worthy of joining the ranks of the prestigious Chocobo Knights.
Maybe then she could fulfill her secret dream of seeing the world...
The crowd waiting outside of this particular dock was a rather large one, consisting of mostly Al-Bhed. And it would take but only one look at the ship pulling down to see why. The Al-Bhed Psyches had just arrived. The crowd seemed to get more and more excited the closer the ship got. And when it finally pulled to a stop, and the doors rose, the fans lost their collective shit. One after another, the blitzball stars strolled out of the ship, each one earning a hearty greeting from the loyal sports fans.
rustle rustle
But there was one who hadn’t quite gotten swept up into the frenzy just yet. Little Durren stood watching what appeared to be just a large pile of fruit on the back of a cart. The cart had been tucked off of the main path ever so slightly. A small Hypello stood nearby, barking at passerbys to try Ruppa’s Delicious Oranges. The small round fruits did look delicious...but they weren’t what Durren was focusing on.
rustle rustle rustle
It was the furry red ball bobbing up and down that drew the child’s eye.
rustle rustle
Durren shot a look back at the Hypello. He seemed preoccupied by the hubbub going on over by the docks. Perfect. All he had to do was quickly snatch the ball, and he’d get away scott free. The child looked first at the furry ball, then once more towards the cart’s owner before simply diving for it. A single hand shot out and his fingers curled around the surprisingly soft...thingy. Now all he had to do was run. But...it was attached to something. A black...wire-like thing. The boy gave it a small tug an-
“KU-PHEH!! Hands OFF the pom-pom, kupo!”
The boy let out a surprised yelp as he let go of the red ball and tumbled backwards. The fruits stacked up high on the cart began to tumble down, the haphazard pyramid being destroyed by something within moving. The boy trembled, terrified of what was emerging from the orange stack.
“Didn’t anybody ever teach ya not to-”
The fluffy white cat-like creature stretched out it’s leathery wings and gave them a flap or two as it spoke, but it never got a chance to finish what it was saying. Or perhaps it did. Durren would never know for sure, for as the creature was scolding him, a nearly inhuman screech sounded out from nearby. The boy tore his eyes off the fruit monster despite his terror, just in time to see the blue-skinned frogman racing towards the cart, arms waving wildly.
“NOOO! Shtop! Ze fruitsh! Ze fruitz! Impossibibble!”
The little boy, even more spooked by the Hypello’s frantic reaction, scrambled to his feet and beat a hasty exit. The owner of the fruit paid him no mind. He was much too focused on his cart and the fruit now spread out over the ground. He fell to the ground, scooping up as much fruit as possible.
“Why?! WHY?! OoooOoooh nos! I’m ruined!”
The little creature standing atop the ruins of the Hypello’s fruit empire gave a little shake of his booty and threw up his arms to stretch away the slumber. The kid ran off, but Mogryo wasn’t sure why. Hopefully he learned his lesson about pulling strangers’ pom-poms without their consent. Rude. Bah, but Mogryo wasn’t about to let that ruin such a beautiful day.
And it truly was a beautiful day. The sun was high over the Calm Lands, but it wasn’t too hot. On the contrary, the weather felt perfect. Well...unless you were covered head to toe in fur. Beautiful and silky smooth as it may be, fur and the heat did not get along well. Which is precisely why Mogryo decided to burrow into the stack of fruit for a quick nap. A little bit of shade, food literally all around him. It wasn’t a bad set up, really.
The little moogle bounced off the cart and landed softly. He even stuck the landing. After giving a quick tug at the strap across his chest, holding his bag o’ stuff neatly behind him, Mogryo threw his arms out wide, like wings, and walked one foot in front of the other over a crack in the pavement, passing a now wailing, devastated Hypello. Not that the moogle picked up on the frogman’s sadness. They spoke funny, so Mogryo honestly thought the man was just playing around.
Oh well.
The walking ball of fluff walked away whistling a cheerful tune.
It wasn’t long before the moogle came across the crowd of folks cheering for...something. Mogryo found himself curious, but with his stumpy little legs, there was no chance of him seeing past the giants in front of him. But luckily, moogles had wings! Not very strong wings, mind you, but they worked well enough in very short bursts. He couldn’t sustain it very long but…
KUPO!
Mogryo spotted a series of crates stacked just high enough to easily let him see what the hubbub was all about. The moogles straightened his strap and tugged softly at the tuff of fur on his chest. And then he crouched slightly, gave his widdle booty a shake for good luck, and launched himself upwards. His jump was...less than impressive, but it was all he needed. His tiny wings began beating at the air rapidly, causing him to gain some extra lift. Giving his all, the little guy made his way towards the boxes. As the furry bat-cat took flight, he drew the attention of some confused folks who were just passing by, but they quickly dismissed it as just a toy of some sorts and continued on their way. Mogryo never noticed. He was much too focused on getting to his landing spot.
He slowly grew closer to it…
But he wasn’t high enough.
Mogryo doubled up his efforts, pushing his tiny wings as hard as he could.
It wasn’t enough.
Determined not to be beaten, he gave it some more.
It still wasn’t enough...but…
Mogryo extended his arm fully, reaching...reaching…
SUCCESS!
After his paw landed on top of the highest wooden crate, Mogryo began to pull himself up, tiny wings still flapping at Mach 5. He struggled...but it paid off. He managed to get another paw up and with that he was able to pull himself fully onto his throne. The moogle rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky, panting. That was too much of a workout. He was all tuckered out already. He briefly considered laying off on the kupo nuts...but that madness quickly passed. It was replaced by the temptation to take a nice nap up high.
He almost gave into it, but his curiosity came back and won in the end.
Mogryo pulled himself into a sitting position just in time to see some folks in flashy looking clothing strolling past. They were...quite close, honestly. The crates ended up being a bit closer to the main path that he would have thought. “Ku...po?” the tiny creature mumbled as it tilted its head, his eyes never leaving the important folks. One in particular caught his eye. It was a larger man. There wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary about him really, but…
Mogryo leaned his head the other way now, still watching.
...the eye-thingies the guy was wearing looked nifty.
As her squadmates continued their discussion, sensei called out to them not once, but twice. The first was just a half-baked insult. The second however...well, he sounded much less thrilled with how long they were taking. Something about it drew Kiyoko’s attention, something for she was immediately grateful. The Jounin’s hands flew together making shape after shape, after which he called out the name of his technique. The girl didn’t quite make out what he had said exactly, but she felt like it more or less translated to ‘move your asses or burn’, what with the barrage of fire that he had deemed fit to hurl in their direction.
Kiyoko didn’t waste a second. She immediately moved to dodge out of the way, but hesitated slightly. The fire wasn’t dead-on and if she were to have continued on her path...well, that’d be a helluva tan coming her way. Instead, the girl corrected herself and looped outwards, giving the fire a wide berth, or at least where she thought it would land. As luck would have it, she ended up driving the opposite way of Nakahara who had also skirted by unharmed. The boy ended up heading into the forested area on the perimeter of the field.
Hmm…
He had claimed to be a long range specialist...perhaps he could do something from the treeline. Perhaps not. Kiyoko didn’t quite plan on finding out. If she could go ahead and end the test, all the better, no?
She continued on her path, not quite heading into the woods, but keeping it as an option. As she ran in her orbit around the Jounin, Kiyoko pulled up her bow and nocked the arrow. Then, coming to a quick stop, she drew a bead on Hideo and drew back her shot, pulling the string back and releasing. The arrow flew straight towards Hideo, but Kiyoko didn’t have much faith that it would hit. As such, she didn’t waste any time watching, instead quickly returning to her run, trying to get another shot on her sensei.
She hadn’t gotten far when the girl came to a stop again, pulling up her bow once more and drawing back an arrow. But rather than aiming straight as she had before, Kiyoko aimed high, looking to set up a beautiful rainbow of pain. The girl launched one arrow, then another. She hadn’t even seen if her first shot had struck home, nor had tried to pinpoint where the jounin was in the circle.
It didn’t matter. Maybe if she was going for a kill, she’d be a bit more careful on the shots, but the goal for now was just forcing him out of the circle, no? If she could at least get the man somewhat worried about where her next shot was going to land, then maybe, JUST maybe, he’d be distracted enough for someone else’s attack to land.
Or maybe he’d be an idiot, stand still, and take an arrow. That’d be nifty.
But there was no time for fantasy. Kiyoko continued her path, resisting the temptation to shoot again. She couldn’t afford to let herself fall into a pattern. Keep him guessing and they might have a shot. Besides...while she did have quite a few more arrows, about twenty more give or take, she’d go through that quickly if she kept making blind shots. Instead, she kept an eye open, looking for an opportunity to shoot following one of the others’ attacks.
Hideo would fall, one way or another. Of that, she was certain. She had to be.
I wasn't really planning on making a character but this seems too fun not to get in on. Plus I really wanted a summoner character and nobody seems to want one. Haha. I'm gonna make a CS and then I'll get the RP going. It'll be up by the end of the night, methinks.
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Hiya! Morgan here. I'm twenty-nine. I am the mountain mama.
Used to be hella active, now I mostly just lurk. Feel free to drop a message if you catch me snoopin', I probably won't bite.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">Heyo, Ogo, leggo</div></div><br><br>Hiya! Morgan here. I'm twenty-nine. I am the mountain mama.<br><br>Used to be hella active, now I mostly just lurk. Feel free to drop a message if you catch me snoopin', I probably won't bite.</div>
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