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Day 1 ◈ Time: Dusk/Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈ Location: Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom ◈ Participants: Myrion Stevar @Teyao, Walter Ozwyrd@A Lowly Wretch
Myrion watched as the new student delivered his ultimatum with a raised eyebrow, he had to admit it, barring some very select people he couldn't imagine anyone acting like this on their first ball, and were he a normal student he would be just amused but as a newly appointed Illuminiare he couldn't help but think about the problems this student might get himself into, still about his threat...
He snorted
"A very clever idea Mr. Ozyward but before you go let me ask you a question, how many students do you think have assisted to the ball since the academy was founded?" A small smile etched itself on his face "Now I want you to contemplate exactly how many of those students had the 'bright' idea of spiking the punch?" He waited a couple of seconds for the first year to come to terms with his words "There are measures to prevent such things from happening Mr. Ozyward, such as there being several punches with different drinks -fruit juice and alcoholic both- offered by the catering service, Mr. Olimer that was hired to use his Gift and prevent tempering with the fruit punches and the teachers who keep a watchful eye when they can"
And thank goodness for that, he was already stressed enough just expecting something would go wrong with any of the plans that were prepared in advance. Also, it was better to extend an olive branch to the younger man, just because he was not of his house there was no reason to be rude to each other (the boy was not Taegan after all).
"I was not here to shut down your little project Mr. Ozyward, the Headmistress may be strict but she allows students more freedom than you may think, I just wanted to set a couple of rules such as no servicing alcohol to minors and notifying the student council when you wish to persue such avenues, we prefer when the student body cooperates with us rather than against us" he consciously relaxed his body language, his 'mentor' had once told him that he tended to close himself off with his body language "Tell me Mr. Ozyward do you accept such considerations in exchange for continuing with your stall?"
There, brach extended, now he just needed to wait for a response.
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I liked it, but I'm curious; was the purple text intentional?
Wait what purple text?
Edit: Nvm, it was an oopsie on my part, fixed
Little post to keep things rolling
"Thank god is open"
There was a small worry on his heart as they made their way to the guild, that maybe this was their version of Sunday -Note to self: Investigate the calendar these people used- but maybe luck was on his side for one, now it was just a matter of registering Barracker and then they could be on their merry way, him on the next item of his list and Barracker to do Barracker things.
“James, wait…” Barracker paused briefly. “I live with the affliction of vampirism.” He looked for a reaction. “You are not in any danger, I can assure you. I just thought you should be aware. People generally don’t take too kindly to my condition.”
Hearing Barracker's question left James confused for a second, worried for another, and bemused for a third. Though not for the reasons that should be expected.
"Wait! Are these guys like, racist?"
He couldn't discount the possibility but on the flip side it could be more simple like vampirism=bad/dangerous, something closer to home, at least on the aspect of fearing someone based on their condition "I am going to be honest with you dude, up to this point I had never seen a real vampire and just assumed you were of a different race" Honesty was the way to go in his opinion "But still, if you say your condition is under control I have no reason to doubt you" Better to throw a disclaimer to avoid further misunderstandings "I should also mention, my- well I guess I should say our party members and me come from very far away, to the point that many things around here are really strange to us, other races being one of them. But still don't worry about being judged early and for no reason" A thought crossed his mind and he let out a chuckle "Fuck, I mean, realistically just based on the history of our respective homes with each other Mac and I should dislike each other, Adam and Lilly should hate Joji and viceversa and everyone should be plotting on killing Zell, so don't worry too hard 'kay?"
Sayings so he reached and opened the doors to the guild, before looking back at the Paladin "You coming?"
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Moving to the second floor again he knocked on the Guild Master door until he was given permission to enter and once inside didn't waste a second to explain the situation.
"Hey there Lucy, sorry if this is not the correct process but I would like to register a new member for our party please"
Shin waited for an opening, were he alone he would have already extended his ribbons and gotten into melee but with so many allies around setting explosions seemed like a bad idea. That didn't mean that he couldn't help in other ways. As quickly as he could he prepared his new weapon -He was thinking about naming it Farah- and took aim towards the god but held his shot, he had never practiced with this weapon and the War Queen was locked in melee against the War God, to shoot now would risk hitting her too and a distraction would prove fatal.
As he awaited the opportune moment he watched as another new arrival appeared and Evolution Zero revealed themselves before the War God decided to take matters seriously and utilize all their power. For a moment he felt indignant, who would approach a fight without giving it their all? to do so was nothing more than disrespectful to the other participants, and worse even, for a God of War to show that he wasn't willing to commit right from the get-go was a fault to his own domain in his eyes.
Taking a breath he relaxed, knowing through some of his Lord's tales and his own experiences that all Gods tended to be different, that not all of them shared the same 'seriousness' for their portfolio that his Lord did.
But even as he contemplated he waited, he knew he didn't have the best melee firepower without his ribbons and there were already three other close-range combatants distracting the enemy with weapons that could actually hurt him, so he took a decision, silently he relocated to a higher visage point and waited, a single moment, that is all it would take to create a fatal opening for the others to exploit.
All he would have to do was wait.
Truly, his Lord was not joking when he said this would be his most difficult test.
I will post tonight
Day 1 ◈ Time: Dusk/Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈ Location: Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom ◈ Participants: Myrion Stevar @Teyao, Walter Ozwyrd@A Lowly Wretch
Planning a big event was an art and a science, you had to account for several things such as the number of people that would assist, the location, the 'theme' of the event, and a myriad of other factors that would influence it, everything had to be accounted for so there were no errors at execution, thankfully the full might of Harold Academy Student Council was more than match enough to make sure that such endeavor was met with a resounding success.
At least in theory.
In reality certain someone decided that they had helped enough and left some of the work unfinished forcing the rest to pick up the slack, earlier he had seen poor Anastasia hanging from the ceiling trying to decorate the room at the best of her capacities. Still, he much preferred his own duties over decorating, no matter how stressful they could be.
"...the Cheeses go to Table 5 and the crab puffs to Table 7 please!"
The catering service was slightly delayed but thankfully they had finally arrived, he had been worried that he would have needed to ask what Kitchen staff there was currently at the school to prepare some snacks but with this, the last of his duties was officially over, the band designed to play had arrived a few hours earlier and were prepared to start playing once the signal was given, the fireworks team had left everything prepared the day before and the tailoring expert was discreetly hanging on an out-of-the-way corner attending to someone who had a wardrobe malfunction. All in all, he felt confident saying that the event was running without a hitch and that barring a serious emergency nothing too catastrophic was going to happen (His mind tried to suppress the unlikely scenarios that kept popping on his mind).
Which left him with a dilemma.
He... had nothing left to do, he didn't even have a date as he had forgone asking someone to accompany seeing how he had assumed he would have to keep busy for the entire night, looking around he spotted some familiar faces but restrained himself from approaching, he was not shy by any measure but something was holding him back from joining those he recognized (With the exception of Taegan's group as he doubted either of them wanted to enter an argument this night in particular) he felt slightly out of place, it wasn't his clothes, his mother had handcrafted those and he knew they were beautiful, perhaps it was just how plain his mask was in comparision-
"Hello 'erybody! Special occasion so for this evening only drinks are free!"
"I'm happy to take special requests and if you got a sample of a drink you want I can certainly duplicate it for 'ya. Don't forget to tip your friendly serving staff and yours truly."
A commotion brought him out of his reverie, a drink-based stand? He felt his eyebrows narrow, that was not part of the catering service he had contracted, making his way past some gawkers he came across said to stand and the one responsible for making it, by the looks of it a first-year -A Mr. Ozwyrd if he was not mistaken- had decided to profit from the event using his gift. A part of him wanted to ask him politely to pick up his things but he stopped, had the boy tried to claim payment for his service there would have been a problem but the way he was going at it he was essentially giving a free service.
That didn't mean he wouldn't impose some rules.
He pushed past some other students and fixed one with a glare when they tried to complain, a few seconds later he was in front of the busy entrepreneur with his arms crossed and a stern gaze "Mr. Ozwyrd, I was unaware you had asked the Student Council if you could set your own stand" he raised a single eyebrow to empathize "Well? I am listening"
Have you ever thought 'Man, fuck the sun' as it caused you to awaken earlier than you had anticipated? Welp, that was the exact thought that crossed James Sirius's mind as he finished his morning coffee, thank the gods(?) he had the foresight of asking Frederick if he (or someone else) could bring him some in the morning. Without it, he would have been reduced to his 'Zombie' status until midday or until something happened to snap him out of it, that and, well, it was just a nice touch of normalcy being able to enjoy a cup of good coffee in the morning, no threats and no danger involved, just sheer caffeine and sugar greatness.
Finishing his breakfast he started preparing for the day ahead, he had a lot of shit to do for the day, ranging from power testing the new blessings to buying what supplies they might need for the coming quest, checking up on Adam as he was already asleep when he returned yesterday, going back to the temple for the book he asked, checking the Academy and registering Barracker with Second Chance just to name some. A part of him buckled at the thought of having responsibilities to attend even on another world but the more reasonable part of him was just thankful he had something to distract himself with.
Once showered and prepared with his accessories in place and Arth- his anchor safely wrapped around him he made his way downstairs.
As he descended it became apparent only Mac and Zell were on the first floor, the rest of the party likely still asleep or doing their own thing, approaching them he just gave them a quick "Good morning guys" before beelining for the door, he had told Barracker that he would give him an answer today so better search fo-
His though sputtered and died as he exited the Mended Drum and noticed his target laying against the building in front of the Inn
"Well that's convenient"
Waving to the masked man he approached "Hey Barracker! I was just about to search for you" Now how to disclose the news? "I talked with the other guys and they were glad for you to join our party -name's Second Chance by the way- so if you want we can head to the guild to get you registered right away"
Shin kept a hand on his sword as they entered the portal, ready for any kind of violence that might ensue the moment they crossed worlds. However what appeared before them was just a metal and concrete-based facility, not that dissimilar to some of the buildings that existed on his own home planet, probably a place for armed combatants based on the layout that he could perceive. Maybe this was the place where they stored their armor and weapons during their time of peace, it certainly looked like it was based on the equipment he could see laying around.
“Or perhaps, you want to step out of that door and brace for the worst? I wouldn’t recommend it, my deity opened the portal right here for a good reason y’know.”
Hearing the Godslayer explanation of the purpose of the facility -What was a 'Militar'?- he was ready to start exploring to see what he could find as he was a little low on supplies, but before he could start rummaging around a new Champion joined their rooster.
“I am afraid my addition seems to be last minute,” said Valentin, “Perhaps one of you could inform me of what our goal in this world is to stop the corruption.”
He regarded the new arrival with calm, he was not expecting there to be any 'late arrivals' but Gods were fickle beings so he could see one withholding their Champion just to reveal them at the last minute, it was something he could see his own Lord doing. Looking closely and watching how they interacted with what appeared to be empty air he decided that either they were insane or a Necromancer, which was certainly a boon, Necromancers were something of a sacred profession back home, as they allowed for the fallen to keep fighting long after they had perished.
"Greetings Hallowed Necromancer, I hope to join in fruitful cooperation with you and your spirits."
Giving him a nod, he returned to inspect the equipment in the room, the first thing that grabbed his attention was the sword but he decided to forgo it as he already had one, next were the wands, staffs, and potions that seemed magical in nature but he also disregarded those, he was not a practicer of the arts having chosen a more martial inclined path. What did catch his interest were the other two devices, Guns he believed were the traduction from his base language, he had seen some like them back during some of the times of Conflict he participated in, not everyone in Carnagoria was fitted for physical conflict and there were a select few that didn't dabble or had no talent for the magical arts so in the image of their Lord they decided to overcome their weakness with a different path, crossbows, and guns were the result of that he believed.
Even so, he had never quite seen one like the big one, hefting it on his shoulder like he had seen those gun users do he was surprised at first by the weight but quickly corrected himself, looking around he did a double take as he spotted the 'ammunition', the projectiles had more in common with the hand explosives he was accustomed to and if the design of this gun was like those he had observed then this singular gun likely spewed a very bad time for whoever found themselves at the end of the barrel.
Nodding to himself he walked in the direction of the person who could help him understand how to use the strange device,
"Greetings Godslayer, I require advice on the functioning of this device please."
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