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Alice, accepted and added to the roster! Also, IC is up!
The new candidates for the military were flooding into the training corps camp with the carriages or by themselves. They would arrive to the dull plains next to a forest with giant trees. There was a large empty field with a small stand in front of it, behind it, buildings like the cafeteria and the sleeping quarters. Some of the staff members were directing the newcomers to the cabins. The men were moving to one and the women were to another. Inside the cabins, each trainee would find several neatly placed uniforms of different sizes. The schedule on the back of the door showed that they had to be ready at the field by the next hour for an announcement.
Among the trainees, there were teenagers, young adults, some people who were in a last attempt to get into the inner district… Of course, almost everyone there was aiming for the Military Police. All they wanted was to get some coin in their pockets and lead a comfortable life with all of their troubles whisked away. There were a few people who were there to join the Scouting Legion, the people who some might describe as ‘suicidal’. They blurted nonsense about how they wanted to "see the world" or help free humanity from its cage. Like they’re going to make a difference.
Zachary Smith, the head of the Trainee Corps, watched the crowd fill his view, a look of disgust appearing on his face as he saw some of the new applicants. Those fat little punks weren’t worth the time they would be wasting on them for the test.
While some of these idiots were loud when their motives were questioned, one of the younger and well built trainees stood, seemingly isolated from the others. He had two faint scars, one on his nose, stretching from one cheek to the other, and the other was on the side of his left eyebrow. The boy who would identify himself as "Joseph" if asked his name watched as his new fellow trainees walked in and out of the cabin. Joseph had planned to make some friends on his first day, but he wasn’t exactly the most social type. He simply stood at the side, waiting for the courage to introduce himself to one of his comrades to miraculously appear.
Among the trainees, there were teenagers, young adults, some people who were in a last attempt to get into the inner district… Of course, almost everyone there was aiming for the Military Police. All they wanted was to get some coin in their pockets and lead a comfortable life with all of their troubles whisked away. There were a few people who were there to join the Scouting Legion, the people who some might describe as ‘suicidal’. They blurted nonsense about how they wanted to "see the world" or help free humanity from its cage. Like they’re going to make a difference.
Zachary Smith, the head of the Trainee Corps, watched the crowd fill his view, a look of disgust appearing on his face as he saw some of the new applicants. Those fat little punks weren’t worth the time they would be wasting on them for the test.
While some of these idiots were loud when their motives were questioned, one of the younger and well built trainees stood, seemingly isolated from the others. He had two faint scars, one on his nose, stretching from one cheek to the other, and the other was on the side of his left eyebrow. The boy who would identify himself as "Joseph" if asked his name watched as his new fellow trainees walked in and out of the cabin. Joseph had planned to make some friends on his first day, but he wasn’t exactly the most social type. He simply stood at the side, waiting for the courage to introduce himself to one of his comrades to miraculously appear.
Tatsuya had his head dug into the books at the library, taking notes in his scrolls. There were several books scattered around the desk he was sitting on. He muttered to himself once every few moments, making a mental note. It was technically one of the two days he didn't have to be there, but he decided to try and get used to the schedule. It's not like studying more would hurt him. He'd slept early the night before to be able to get up around five. He would normally read about the Village itself but since he was there at his own expense, he decided to look up something more interesting for him. While he was continuing his research with his eyes filled with fatigue, he heard someone open the door to the library. Tatsuya leaned back on his chair, glancing over to the shinobi inside the library. They locked eyes for a moment and the man studied the boy. He started walking over. Tatsuya almost fell off his chair, thinking he had done something wrong and needed to escape for a split second. The feeling quickly disappeared and he watched as the man got closer. There weren't many people the shinobi had to look at at the library at this hour who fit Tatsuya's description.
"Tatsuya Hon?"
The boy nodded and turned his body to the man. "Yes sir?"
"I have an urgent message from your newly assigned Jonin instructor. You are to meet her on Field 1 by 10. I suggest you hurry, you don't want to be late..." The man had a slightly grim tone as he spoke. He then vanished into thin air, leaving some smoke.
10... How much time...? He said I should hurry so it's probably almost time. Good thing I'm near the training fields. Tatsuya thought to himself, getting up from his chair. He hid the books he'd collected under the desk and grabbed his scrolls, putting them into one of his pouches.
After walking out of the building, he started running. He had no intention on being late. First impressions are always important. He arrived at the field in a minute or two and stood in front of who he'd figured out to be his new sensei. He stood in front of her with a straightened and respectful pose. "Tatsuya Hon, present, sensei!"
"Tatsuya Hon?"
The boy nodded and turned his body to the man. "Yes sir?"
"I have an urgent message from your newly assigned Jonin instructor. You are to meet her on Field 1 by 10. I suggest you hurry, you don't want to be late..." The man had a slightly grim tone as he spoke. He then vanished into thin air, leaving some smoke.
10... How much time...? He said I should hurry so it's probably almost time. Good thing I'm near the training fields. Tatsuya thought to himself, getting up from his chair. He hid the books he'd collected under the desk and grabbed his scrolls, putting them into one of his pouches.
After walking out of the building, he started running. He had no intention on being late. First impressions are always important. He arrived at the field in a minute or two and stood in front of who he'd figured out to be his new sensei. He stood in front of her with a straightened and respectful pose. "Tatsuya Hon, present, sensei!"
j8cob said
If Tatsuya hates being called "pup" he's gonna his new sensei. :D
He actually likes it :3 . He thought it would make Kiyomi say it more if she thought he hated it :P
CoyoteKisses said
women butter.. women... butter..WHAT explain urself
It's butter made out of the melted skin of women. DUH.
The fighting's going to be mostly PvE and there will be no player shifters. Instead, I have some more relatable opponents in mind :3 That being said, whichever branch you choose, you'll get your fun.
rusty4297 said
Glitched translation system, familiar world of Aincrad... Sketcher, you know the game just released and went up, right? Yip didn't allow any beta testers, so just to be sure, what do those parts of your post mean...?
I guess I was confused by him accepting my app without pointing that out...
Viktor added to the roster! I'm gonna wait till tomorrow to see if there's anyone else interested, then I'll put up the IC OP :)
DnD accepted! I'll update the roster when I get home.
Jay and Noelle Ahn, accepted!
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