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School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

"Eh, sure, whatever floats your boat bu. I'm Shiloh.", Shiloh said as he finished with the last trunk, "Me and Simon, we met in a dream. Was a pretty good one, too. Rode around on this big turtle and just talked about stuff. Or, uh, I think it was Simon, at least. Anyway we met later in a bar and I was all like 'dude I totally met you in a dream', and he was all like 'what' and then I was all like 'yeah totally we should hang out' and then we hung out and it was pretty cool."
Shiloh yawned, "Man, telling stories is tough. I'mma take a nap." he said as he wandered into him and his partner's dorm and collapsed face-first onto his unmade bed.
"Mmm... soft..."

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Derpestein said
ONE LIIINEEEEEER!

Says the guy who has made two IC posts, total. One of which was two lines.

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Adrienne shook her head and wandered off through the corridors of the Maze, coming to a stop in a bared blade mounted in the foyer.

Cyberpunk RP

Ash's new goons set to work, pointedly avoiding the death robot that had vaporized for of their former comrades. A couple tossed some low-quality soy-based snack cakes his way, but other than that his efforts bore little fruit.
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The most excellent Ricardo Ramirez narrowly managed to avoid the bullets, stumbling a bit before regaining his footing and shaken from the attack. In retaliation he unsheathed his monoatomic-edged katana, slicing through a nearby streetlamp and sending it towards the car- though the force of the impact broke both his sword and his arm. The drugs he had taken earlier helped, but it still hurt like a bitch.
Yes, the most excellent Ricardo Ramirez was well and truly on his last legs.

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Oh. So same as Prof. Wyvern, Rancelot, ZeroHex, and I. Hm.
Should we have a thing of who is on what floor?

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Hey Sauron what floor are you?
I know that there's at least one group on the second floor, two on the third, and one at the top, but I'm not sure where you, Kabensaal, LowKey, and the GM are.

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Adrienne nodded her head "yes" and held up three fingers. She mock-curtsied to Marcel.
(Tell him yourself.)
Adrienne waggled a finger at her familiar, drawing an invisible zipper across her lips and flicking it away.
(No. I refuse to take part in this. It's an absurd tradition and I will not enable you.)
Adrienne rolled her eyes and shrugged as she pulled a carton of cigarettes from her back pocket and lit one.
(Give me a cigarette.)
Adrienne continued smoking.
(Adrienne, I know you can hear me.)
She tapped the mirror with her cigarette slowly and deliberately, the ashes fading out of existence as they fell.
(...She says it's upstairs on the third floor.)
Adrienne smirked as she placed the half-smoked cigarette into the cuttlefish's beak and patted it on the mantle.
(Yes, yes, I'm sure you're very proud of yourself.)

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

"Hey, just calm down, man.", Shiloh plucked the cigarette from his partner's bag, "Here, let me..."
He snapped his fingers in front of the cigarette. Nothing happened.
"Just give me a sec here; I did this earlier, no problem."
He snapped his fingers a few more times.
"...Just- fuckin'- just- ah- c'mon..."
A small flame like that of a candle sprang from his fingertips.
"Got it!"
He lit and took a quick draw on the cig before passing it to Simon.
"Yeah, that's the stuff. Anyway, I'mma stick these trunks in our room and then we can all get to know each other, feel me?"
Without waiting for an answer, he began moving the two remaining trunks into his and Simon's dorm.

School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

Shiloh shoved the trunks out of the way and opened the door, placing one of Simon's inside. By the time he had walked back to grab the second trunk, three more people had entered the floor. He recognized Simon, but the other two didn't ring any bells.
"Whoa, hey, where's the party? Simon, you know these guys?"

Cyberpunk RP

The most excellent (and now piss-soaked) Ricardo Ramirez skated for his life as Kwu turned the corner, pushing himself desperately to match the car's speed, the smartwheel spokes on his blades rolling over fissures and debris as he tried to accelerate away from the car- a troublesome task, as his blades were rated at an absolute maximum of 250 kilometers per hour. Any faster, and his smartwheels would begin to lag and lock up- a perfect recipe for getting your face sanded off on the asphalt.
He skated backwards, sword sheath bouncing on his thigh as he adjusted his Sights and clicked his tongue, sending a quick three-round burst towards Kwu's tires. His head throbbed and his neck tensed as the skull-gun's recoil hit him, and he once again questioned why he'd had the thing installed.
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