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Who is that????? omg
I don't know???
@Entlein Wtf?? lol
No lmao I've never done a fight rp before
Oh boy
I'm going to stop myself there. We're missing a few players (curse you, time zones) so I might as well. See you tomorrow? Unless @Jasper19 you want to get our 1v1 out of the way.
That's fine! You're the GM. I just figured some ground rules (no pun intended) might help.
PLEASE READ
Some things about the shabti:
*These are training dummies. They are practice, not a show of how fast you can kill it. You cannot one-hit them, I don't care what kind of drugs your character is on.
*They are used to teach. Use combos or multiple attacks to take them down. Bonus for creativity.
*DO NOT hog training shabti. There are twelve. There will be more later, but for now, that's it.
I will add something about elemental sources around the gym so us Big Three kids can use them.
Some things about the shabti:
*These are training dummies. They are practice, not a show of how fast you can kill it. You cannot one-hit them, I don't care what kind of drugs your character is on.
*They are used to teach. Use combos or multiple attacks to take them down. Bonus for creativity.
*DO NOT hog training shabti. There are twelve. There will be more later, but for now, that's it.
I will add something about elemental sources around the gym so us Big Three kids can use them.
She nods along to the song as they leave the room, and sets off across the nome. She greets a shabti in Arabic, and it leads them to the sparring room. She pulls the doors open with a flourish. The room itself is the size of a public school gym, with the same weird padding on the short ends and retractable basketball hoops. The floor is polished to a shine, but there's a sizable soot stain on the far wall. There are magic water fountains in the southwest and northwest corners, a floating flame above every second basketball hoop, a tiny storm cloud above every other. Hieroglyphs keep these fueled. The north wall's padding has hieroglyphs that say RMNS. She points to each and addresses them.
Aster walks across the gym, excited, and pulls out a tub. Inside are twelve small blue shabti. She pulls out three and turns back to the others, a smirk on her face.
Lyn frowns, able to feel dead bones behind one of the walls with padding. "We fight those? But those are little."
Aster shakes her head. "Watch." She sets them out at the center of the gym, and pulls her wand out of the duat. A few red hieroglyphs appear on each of the shabti, and they grow in size to about eight feet tall. They wait for her word.
Aster walks across the gym, excited, and pulls out a tub. Inside are twelve small blue shabti. She pulls out three and turns back to the others, a smirk on her face.
Lyn frowns, able to feel dead bones behind one of the walls with padding. "We fight those? But those are little."
Aster shakes her head. "Watch." She sets them out at the center of the gym, and pulls her wand out of the duat. A few red hieroglyphs appear on each of the shabti, and they grow in size to about eight feet tall. They wait for her word.
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