Bewildered Lucian just sat, now having a hard time paying attention to his class, then again, who could pay attention after time stopped and you got warned like that? It was fantasticly well done, probably something that would fit in with a big company's rpg story, or in one of those small jewel gams that popped up every now and then. Lucian shook his head, this was real though! he got a warning, and a new quest. I have to get stronger? I was planning on it, so no real problem there. He remained in his seat, growing anxious by the second and tapping his pen to the table repeatedly. I should probably just go, he looked at the door, and then at the clock, Class was only half way through, so it would be a waste to just ditch half of it, but that person mentioning 'his friends' being in danger, Lucian looked around the class, everything seeming normal, aside from him now with how he was acting. No, my friends are here and are normal, the other Gamers...should be where they belong right? and it is daytime so why would anyone try something right now? Sweat started to creep down from his brow.
His friend sitting next to him noticed and leaned over to whisper to him, "Hey, If you gotta go then go, no need to hurt yourself man." Oz, one of Lucian's few friends, and by way of appearance and habits, the oddest of the bunch, seemed willing to cover for him leaving, and usually traded notes with him whenever needed so it could work out. Even if Oz just thought that Lucian had a serious case of the runs...
You all owe me for this one... "thanks bud." Lucian dismissed himself, whipping the sweat from his brow and started heading off while typing away a pm to everyone, "I just got a warning from someone, are you guys alright? should I head over?" After he finished typing away, he looked around to make sure the coast was clear, "Map" He opened the map to a 'fullscreen' view, and looked for the dots which would indicate his party as he waited for a response.
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if we don't have our limit in a couple of days, I'll make another character.
Spriggs, you never know. could be the one you least expect will die first, and the least obvious murderer. or maybe the most obvious murderer?
Spriggs, you never know. could be the one you least expect will die first, and the least obvious murderer. or maybe the most obvious murderer?
I'm aware of this, and I am not backing out. Just trying to think of what to do next that won't be resolved in two posts. Especially as e are at that interesting point of "what comes next?"
I am still here, just having no clue what I should do next. IT is a very different perspective being the character that you know everyone will dislike (in character at least) and having them think that they are the best thing since sliced bread.
Lucian took in a slow breathe of air after that, and reached for his own throat. He remembered seeing things like this in games, but really feeling it, why did the main characters never act like, 'hey I just breath underwater sometimes in a vision, feels weird' or give some sort of reaction. "Life sure is one strange game now days." He looked at the magical tattoo on his arm, then checked the windows out. He though that he heard foot steps, but he brushed it off. No one could be in his psuedospace...or could someone? He picked himself up and brushed the sand off from his trousers. If info was selling on them, then someone or something had to be gathering it, so Lucian would pay it no heed for now, so long as it didn't interfere with his life.
Speaking of his life, after checking his watch, Lucian started to rush off. He didn't realize how much time had passed while he was doing the ritual, if he didn't go quick, he would be late for his only class of the day. Though he did find it funny that he left so early, and would likely be late.
Speaking of his life, after checking his watch, Lucian started to rush off. He didn't realize how much time had passed while he was doing the ritual, if he didn't go quick, he would be late for his only class of the day. Though he did find it funny that he left so early, and would likely be late.
Name: James Orchard
Age: 16
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Ultimate talent: Botany
Appearance: With his pale blue eyes, James is a rather boring looking kid. He doesn't dress up fancy, and you would have trouble picking him out of the crowd...aside from his short green hair. He usually just wears a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans that seem to always have dirt on the knees. A pair of sneakers that used to be white which have since taken a stain of green and brown. He seems to like sporting a grey hoodie, which is usually tied around his waist as he finds it to warm to wear it all the time, but would rather not go without it on his persons.
Personality: James likes plants more than people, he likes the forests more than the city, but you would have a hard time getting this out of him, as he scarcely starts conversations on his own that are not about plants. He has always been a shy boy, but rather content in his own doings. He knows he is an introvert, and he is perfectly happy remaining that way. He thought of being a hermit at one point in time, and it still crosses his mind every so often.
Strengths:
Encyclopedia knowledge of plants
Great knowledge of bugs
Super quick reading skills
Weaknesses:
Finds it difficult to speak his mind in a group setting
Can be awkward when talking with people
Fears:
Bears. He ran into a bear once while in the woods. It didn't notice him, but it scared him badly enough to scar him. Even teddy bears are a bit much for the boy.
Deforestation.
Large groups.
Claustrophobia.
History: James grew up in the city, much to his own displeasure, as he found that he didn't fit in, and never liked it. When he turned five, his family decided to go camping, they then realized what it was that was missing from James' life. He was naturally attracted to nature, he had a surreal connection with plants. He would state the best present he ever got as a child was not a shiny new bike or laptop, but the potted plants which he has taken ever so great care of over the past years. His parents promised him that when he graduates from high school that they would purchase him his own greenhouse, such a dream is what allows him to overcome his fears and anxieties and press forward. He has read almost every book in his local library concerning plants and anything that could be related to them.
Age: 16
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Ultimate talent: Botany
Appearance: With his pale blue eyes, James is a rather boring looking kid. He doesn't dress up fancy, and you would have trouble picking him out of the crowd...aside from his short green hair. He usually just wears a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans that seem to always have dirt on the knees. A pair of sneakers that used to be white which have since taken a stain of green and brown. He seems to like sporting a grey hoodie, which is usually tied around his waist as he finds it to warm to wear it all the time, but would rather not go without it on his persons.
Personality: James likes plants more than people, he likes the forests more than the city, but you would have a hard time getting this out of him, as he scarcely starts conversations on his own that are not about plants. He has always been a shy boy, but rather content in his own doings. He knows he is an introvert, and he is perfectly happy remaining that way. He thought of being a hermit at one point in time, and it still crosses his mind every so often.
Strengths:
Encyclopedia knowledge of plants
Great knowledge of bugs
Super quick reading skills
Weaknesses:
Finds it difficult to speak his mind in a group setting
Can be awkward when talking with people
Fears:
Bears. He ran into a bear once while in the woods. It didn't notice him, but it scared him badly enough to scar him. Even teddy bears are a bit much for the boy.
Deforestation.
Large groups.
Claustrophobia.
History: James grew up in the city, much to his own displeasure, as he found that he didn't fit in, and never liked it. When he turned five, his family decided to go camping, they then realized what it was that was missing from James' life. He was naturally attracted to nature, he had a surreal connection with plants. He would state the best present he ever got as a child was not a shiny new bike or laptop, but the potted plants which he has taken ever so great care of over the past years. His parents promised him that when he graduates from high school that they would purchase him his own greenhouse, such a dream is what allows him to overcome his fears and anxieties and press forward. He has read almost every book in his local library concerning plants and anything that could be related to them.
so we waiting on bio or should I post a post of going to uni?
I'll have my characters up later tonight, Just reserving a spot.
Sorry, French boi was taking his time again. I'll try to speed myself up.
Felix moved aside with a little nudge from Yuri, he hadn't meant to be in her way, or did he? "I am sorry Mademoiselle, He bowed slightly as she got past him, a grin appearing on his face, They all love me, they just don't understand it yet. After grabbing his stuff from the seat which he started off in, he hopped off the bus, hearing a crack as his first suitcase landed. Dread filled Felix's face as he looked at the bottom to see that one of the wheels had snapped, and was now sideways, and just holding on. "This is why one should never by low quality trash made from china, they take no time or care in the merchandise, it may look pleasing for a moment, but it is nothing compared to the French equivalent." He looked at his other bag, which was holding up perfectly fine and looked good as new, minus a slight scratch. He hook his head, "Why could not the frnch make everything?" He sighed, ending his mini-rant and took a look around, it wasn't exactly as he was expecting...it was nice, but he had a preference for forests teeming with colour and life, this one seemed a bit on the dead side of things. Still wonderful, but not beautiful. The ocean, or red body of water around them, that was a different story, such a vibrant colour in such an unusual place, it was truly a work of art. "So this makes one for one, shall the school be a hit, or a miss?" He continued along the path, taking longer than normal as he had to drag his one suit case, adding to the required effort of moving it and leaving a slight trail of where he had been.
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