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3 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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7 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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7 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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7 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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7 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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Well that's what I've got so far, lemme know what you think.

@Mokley
What's the level of tech in this world? Also magic?
@Mokley

I'll get a CS up later tonight!
SURPRISE!!


Interest!



As Fortuna absentmindedly took another gulp of her ale, her sharp eyes met with the barkeep's once more as he said two simple words. She gave him a small, sad smile. "Perhaps... But life goes on." She replied ambiguously, staring into the rippling liquid in her tankard. She noticed the presence of two of her party members from earlier, yet she wasn't about to address them with smiles as she had done when they first teamed up. She looked at Polak from the corner of her eye as he spoke to her. She felt the awkwardness in the air as her inquired about her thoughts, which she found to be a little cute.

"I'm sure everything will be fine tomorrow." She said with a calm, yet friendly tone. As if she hadn't had enough people ask her virtually the same question, another man approached them, asking about the loss of their comrade. Perhaps out of pure coincidence, it would seem that he had also lost someone. Given his armaments, she assumed he was an Archer. Her expression for the most part, was quite blank, if not calm.

"A pleasure to meet you, Reylan. And yes, we lost someone.." She responded blankly, "But perhaps we can continue this conversation another time." The rogue would've stayed around for longer had it not been for the repetition of questions in the span of ten minutes. She finished her ale and got up from her stool. "Have a good evening, gentlemen." As she went to leave, Reylan extended an invitation to his guild. One that she wished to think about for some time. Perhaps until the next day would suffice.

A nice hot bath was a welcome feeling after a long couple of days, she was quite ready to surrender herself to the whims of this world if she could have a bath like this everyday. Fortuna hadn't the slightest clue as to what the rest of Reylan's guild was like. However, it was worth thinking about. Working as a group would definitely make this easier, but to create bonds with others would potentially lead to heart break in this death game. But she was never much of a solo player. Or rather she was never given the chance to be one.

It was the first night that Fortuna was able to sleep properly.. Which was surprising, given the circumstances of yesterday. Must've been the alcohol and the hot bath. She had actually spent some of that night flipping a coin out of habit, but for the most part. A fitful rest. She opened the curtains to see that the weather was the same as it had been for the past few days. She found it interesting that she could feel the sun's warmth in a virtual place, but that just goes to show how advanced everything has become.

The rogue took out a coin and flipped it. The morning light flickered as it reflected off the metal. The coin landed flat in the palm of her hand. Heads. She smirked slightly. Perhaps she was a little superstitious? Or maybe her gambling habits are getting the better of her? Perhaps both. But this was a good sign. She hoped that her luck hadn't run out just yet.

With a few flicks of her finger, she opened the console. Quickly, she sent a message to Reylan. "I'll join the guild. :)" It said simply. Hopefully the little emote made the message seem less expressionless.


It wasn't long before Magnhild realized that this doggy didn't enjoy pats. But his sudden outburst reminded her of a tiny yappy chihuahua that she had come across once before. Had it not been for the slight furrowed brow that appeared on Mag's features, one might've thought that she had the blankest expression they'd ever seen in their life. The canine's manner of speaking was completely alien to her, and his constant use of the word 'Soldier' got on her nerves ever so slightly.

"I'm not sure if people come here to become soldiers.. Well I didn't anyway. Maybe you'd have better luck at a barracks instead of an Institute?" She replied quite bluntly, however it wasn't said in a snarky manner, rather a more 'trying to give a helpful suggestion' tone. She could care less about a soldier's life and their way of handling issues. It was quite clear to her that the Lobster man was against the military anyway. Perhaps even belittled them.

Another voice joined the noise. ”Never in a thousand years, you worthless half breed.” He said. She wasn't sure who it was pointed at, she thought a half-breed was a first generation Chimera.. And neither of them were. Maybe it was another way of saying 'Chimera'? Who knew? Who cared? She didn't know how this generation thing worked. Also, isn't that guy a sheep?

The two people that she's interacted with had their own kind of aggression that she didn't really enjoy. Fortunately a more pleasant voice entered the 'conversation'. Her gaze turned to see a hulking.. Gorilla Chimera. Not someone she'd associate with 'kind' at first, given what she's been told about Gorillas... Which is not a lot, other than 'Don't look them in the eye.' Which she immediately proceeded to do by accident. She stared at him for a moment as he addressed the loud canine. She took a half step back in silence, thinking that she wasn't really included in the conversation. Had it not been for those times when she was told not to speak unless spoken to by Airelosian guard, she may have introduced herself as well.

It had occurred to her that her food was slowly getting cold. And as mother always said, 'Food tastes better when it's hot.' Which was almost always true. Almost. She quietly moved back to her seat, having learnt that this pup doesn't like pat. Picking up her chopsticks once more, she continue on her journey to the bottom of her plate of noodles.


As the students gathered around the from of the building; a massive crustacean walked out the doors, chirping away loudly, waving his claws at the door.. The actions seemed out of anger.. or just irritation? Magnhild couldn't really understand anything that was going on until a woman, whom she identified as a translator of sorts, started to speak on the Lobster's behalf. She chuckled inwardly as the hard-shelled chimera talked down on the military man, it filled her with some strange satisfaction. The Pangolin was a little slow on the uptake, not really noticing that the translator was also a Lobster after about a few minutes of staring at her. Not that it bothered her all that much. For the most part, the speech went in one ear and out the other.

Then something more interesting happened. A massive sheet rolled out and a light flicked. An image came onto the sheet.. A moving one. She looked at it in confusion and disbelief. She hadn't seen anything like this in her life and she wondered if she'd ever see it again. Suddenly sound accompanied the moving picture. What was this called again? 'Prop..Propaganda..?', Mag thought, scratching her head as she continued to watch the film. Again, she felt a slight pang of disgust at the sight of the soldiers. Subconsciously clenching her fists in irritation as the spoke of 'peaceful societies' and 'happy families'. She quietly sighed, shaking her head to dispel such thoughts. Kuzma, her foster father, would always tell her not to dwell on the past and that it was better to keep moving forward.

Suddenly everything made a turn for the worse. The next few minutes of footage left Mag in awe. The town was gone.. and the image disappeared from the screen. Magnhild's gaze went back to the Lobsters as they explained what actually happened in that film. She felt a sort of renewed resolve to learn what she could during her time here. It'll be difficult, but things that are worth doing aren't easy.

The chimera felt her ears perk up slightly when they mentioned breakfast. She remembered that she hadn't eaten much before boarding the train to the Institute.. And upon remembering that, her stomach growled.


Magnhild quietly followed the others as the Professor gave them tour of the Institute. Although, like the speech, most of the information went in one ear and out the other. The language they used was a little difficult for her to understand since she wasn't the smartest of people. Nor did she have much of a formal education.. The building itself was impressive, she'd never seen any place built quite like this. For the most part, Mag's eyes wandered with a child-like awe.

The scent of food wafted into Magnhild's nostrils as they arrived at the cafeteria. The main event of today, in her opinion. They had half an hour to eat.. Plenty of time. She looked around as she picked up a tray. There was so many foods to choose from, but she noticed a corner where there were some familiar dishes.. Even though she was from a poor background, she could recognize Airelosian food when she saw it. She had seen many soldiers eating such foods in their barracks.. Which she snuck into more than a couple of times. Bad memories.

She decided to stay with what she was used to, promptly getting a hefty serving of broiled Kaputor and noodles. It was a lot tastier than what she used to have as a kid, but that was to be expected. She looked around for a place to sit, finding a seat at a table where a canine chimera sat. His enthusiasm for food rivaled hers it seemed, hilariously so. She almost started laughing when his head almost hit the table more than a couple of times. The pangolin decided to give him a little bit of space, sitting next to him with one chair between them, digging into her food. She felt tears forming in her eyes at how delicious it was, you could almost see the air around her start to sparkle in a comical fashion.

She stole a few glances at the other Chimera as she ate, wondering if he'd enjoy head pats like an actual dog.. Moments later, she started patting the Canine on the head, as one would with an actual pup.
Guild name:

Renn Please.

Inn/Tavern


Fortuna stretched her arms and back as she sat on the bar stool. It had been a long three days. She, and four others had gone into a small dungeon, but never really found anything other than money. Although, money wasn't something to be sneezed at. Especially for someone like her. The past few days had been too busy for a spot of gambling, and her brain wasn't really up for it. Perhaps tomorrow she'll try her luck, but for now, she was pretty ready to get drunk. "One pint of ale and three nights stay." She requested curtly to the barkeep, placing the payment on the counter.

Being as self aware as she was, she knew how messed up her mind was. The death of a comrade meant almost nothing to her. Sure, she felt bad that he died, but ultimately she told herself that this was a survival game now. If you die, you're done. There was no time to mourn. No matter what, she had to keep living. Her reasons being.. Somewhat trivial to others. Perhaps not. 'It's all his fault.' She thought to herself, brooding away as the barkeeper put the pint down in front of her. Her means of escape had become a trap.

She shook her head before taking a deep gulp of the ale, sighing as she placed the tankard down. Hopefully things start picking up soon. She needed to get out of here.
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