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Is there a way to clear all your statuses from 3 years ago :| I don't want this stuff on here
8 yrs ago
RIP MY THROAT X_X
8 yrs ago
I just remembered that I once read a creepypasta about slenderman killing Hitler and it was actually pretty good. Grammar-wise and stuff I mean, but it was about still slenderman killing hitler :|
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8 yrs ago
I wanted to find out how to communicate to wild Buns that I am their ally but it's a bit late because there's only one around our house now ;_;
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9 yrs ago
"I'm pretty sure if a Panther could go golden after slitting the throat of an Antelope and watch it bleed to death, it would." - youtu.be/sD_92oGkDXI?t=54s

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Here we go, I put the edited sections here

I always try and stretch limits for character so a non-combatant was something I liked the concept of a lot but I see the problem with it now. I think I can rework Mori just a little bit to make him into more of a fighter, but I'll have to ask for 1 more day on this one
Hopefully second time's the charm

@VitaVitaAR Hmmmm alright, I'll try and think of something else then
@OwO Oh hey, what would Yasu think about Kosuke? His mana core's a bit weird so I'd think he'd be able to sneak up on her. Although I think the smell would give him away. :D
@VitaVitaAR
I'm completely aware of that, and so is Kosuke. He hangs out at school because that's where his body used to go and he's got nothing better to do. To be honest that ability is mostly flavour for why he can body-swap and his body being weird. It's not really meant to be used, but I think I can add something to it so that he could fight normally, although I don't really intend for him to fight anyone to any serious degree.

I could add something like he can't feel anything in his body so he can drive it beyond its limits if he feels like, and as long as the necrosis stage is beginning the damage could be reversible given enough time, but it isn't too consistent.

So he'd be a real zombie but he can't really win fights and after fights he wouldn't be able to heal if he was unlucky, but he's mostly supposed to be a heckler anyway. How's that sound?
Alright, here we go >:)


Oh this sounds great, I'm gonna make a character for this soon enough but first up I've got a club to put down for other people. :D

The character's gonna be a weird one for sure. I hope it comes off well

  • Zero Rankers
    Not all students are created equal. Some students are created far less equal than others. If you self-identify as any variation of "Shit", "Garbage", or "Sub-par Trash", this may be the club for you. Apart, we may be weak, but together we would still probably get breezed on, but at least we can pool our BP together to get some pizza for after the losses. What other clubs are bold enough to get pizza delivered to the school? The Zero Rankers, that's who. Anyone over Rank 1 isn't allowed unless you're also above Rank 40 and if you are can you please join us so you can carry us? We're so tired of losing
@AtomicNut

"...Edrigan?" The passing student she'd hailed down said.

St. Lucifer's had a certain atmosphere to it that was hard to pin down until you entered it. From far away, all seemed normal, but the closer you looked the more it was obvious something was off. Nothing major, small things here and there. Most of the students tended to care a little less than normal. There were more disorderly uniforms. More downcast faces. There was no minority, but certainly not any majority.

Any school in Rhea was always filled with a colorful set of students, regardless of what school you were in. Here, those colors seemed hushed, or diluted.

"Right, that is her last name... yeah." The student said. "She's probably in the committee room or something, I don't know. It's over there between a couple of classrooms."

The student shuffled off without answering any further inquiries from Diana. A student committee by any other name would perhaps be using a spare classroom or club room to hold meetings, and St. Lucifer's student committee wasn't exactly different in that aspect. The room they employed was simply an empty ground floor club room, without any shelves or the normal trappings which would normally hold the supplies needed for day-to-day use.

The student committee sourced those elsewhere, so it's not too unusual for the clutter to be removed. The unusual part was the long oval conference table that was there, and the black leather office chairs. Just how it always seemed to hang empty until the blinds were drawn, and it would be empty again soon after, looking for all the world like no one had ever been in there.

The blinds were drawn now. If someone were to be at the door this very moment, they'd notice it was very slightly ajar. The committee room's door had only ever been seen shut by the normal students. If they were brave enough to put their ear to the gap they would hear something even more amazing.

"...Christine Abigail, if you can hear this, I'm sorry."

That would unfortunately be the end of the miracles, as after a few moments of silence, the phone clattered to the table and not another sound was heard.

@Hammerman@Crazy Scion
Dream upon a Star

St. Laurel's student council. While outshined by their president, was nonetheless made up of exceptional people. Part of the duties of a new Student Council President is to select the rest of the members of the council, under advisement from the previous president. Unfortunately the previous president had chosen almost entirely students from their year level in their previous running, and when they had graduated it left a large vacuum, which the Child of Light had filled admirably.

The last generation's student council had housed some of their most powerful students, on succession the students left were far less experienced in almost every aspect. As a result, the new generation's council contained a lot of new blood. They were inexperienced, but their first year had passed without many worries. The events of the day before had been something unexpected for them. They Student Council for the most part were proficient academically, but had a ways to go in terms of combat power.

Their reactions to the attack were varied. None of those reactions were strong, save for the President. For the rest, it was something between in between running from a raging fire and entering into a nightmare. It was like a reminder of the world they had once lived in, the one from their history books was still the world of today.

Looking out of the window of the council rooms, the students were all treading carefully. Many had visible injuries. Many, they knew, had less visible ones. The council room was silent except for the sound of pen on paper, or the sounds of typing on a keyboard.

Suddenly, Alto walked through the door.

"Alto, I thought you were…" Eliza, the Student Council's secretary said.

Were wounded, she was about to say. He still was. He had his right arm in a sling, and there were some bandages barely visible under his uniform. Alto caught her looking at his right arm.

"This is just a fracture, I can still write with my left if need be." He said as he walked to his desk.

She thought even his family with their… expectations would let him rest after all he'd been through.

"I'm here voluntarily. There's work that needs to be done." He said.

The council members present all shared a look.

"We can handle anything you'd need to do today…" She said.

He looked at her with gentle eyes.

"I appreciate that, but this... This isn't for today." He said, handing her a document from the folder he had been carrying. "This is… for tomorrow."

Tomorrow was both the right, and wrong word. It wouldn't begin tomorrow, but it could. It wasn't just for the next day, it was for all the days after as well. It was, all things considered, a large undertaking. It was quite simple on paper, but the page didn't tell the whole story. What he was planning meant nothing less than shouldering the burdens of every student in the school who needed help.

To acknowledge the mistakes, and to help them.

"This is a proposal… For a club?" She said.

The name was written in Alto's immaculate handwriting. It made it look almost like it was emblazoned on the sheet. The Zodiac Circle.

"You can call it a new council, more or less." Alto said.

He took a few queues from King and Clara. He needed to set something in motion, something major which could be the difference when it came down to a situation like this again. At the same time, he needed to keep his true cards close to his chest to make things operate to the potential he hoped it could reach.

"I can't say our power as a school was ever in doubt. But yesterday made one thing clear, I can't lead everyone alone. I can't solve everything alone if something like this were to happen again."

For a long time, the burden of his expectations were just something he shouldered, but now he understood that he never had to be satisfied with it.

"I need you all to take care of organization, I have a rough structure outlined but it needs some refinement." He said, handing over the rest of his sheets. "I'll make sure the proposal goes through smoothly, and I've got some early candidates in mind already so I'll need to gather them. I'll start by getting some letters out and I'll see how it goes from there."

Eliza was momentarily overwhelmed by the deluge of information but she regained her footing quickly enough. She sorted through the documents quickly. The notes were organized extremely well, to the point where she could tell which council member's expertise was required at a glance.

Now that she got a good look at them she could see that he did mean it to be a big thing, or as large as such an organization could be as students. It was really, nothing more than a club, but the titular Council while within it were to be chosen to lead the student body in times of crisis. A branch, or rather a new wing of the Student Council.

Starting with class representatives from each class so as to integrate with the regular class leadership systems, with the option for them to delegate to another classmate, or leave it to the Student Council to choose. These leaders would become part of an informal sort of council structure, as opposed to the rigid bureaucracy of a true council.

They could help each other, and then help others. It could truly shake up the foundations of the school, but it would mostly act within the exact same structure.

"Ah…" Eliza said as a thought rose to the surface. "A speech. You'll have to do one, won't you?"

She didn't imagine he hadn't already begun in some way, shape, or form. No, he was always well prepared with his speeches. She would never admit it openly but she loved hearing his speeches. Well, it was like… hearing a hero in the modern age. Like stories they used to read, so it pained her to see him after the events of yesterday. As he walked into the council room this morning, she had also feared the worst but as soon as he began to talk she found a calm settling over her.

"I have a few particular lines I want to say but not too much beyond what we already have." He replied. "I have it here, you want to take a look?"

He handed her one final sheet of paper. Her eyes settled on one particular, immaculate handwritten line.

The stars should never be out of reach.
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