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3 mos ago
Current And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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1 yr ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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2 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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2 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
2 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Signar Wayland

While Signar wasn't completely immune to the worries of whether his performance had been adequate for admission, he did find a way to distract himself shortly after the trials. Maintenance for much of the generic equipment held by the Knights was carried out by some of the blacksmiths in the city, and he had paid some of them a visit. None of them were willing to entertain the idea of hiring him on just yet while he was waiting on admission, but he did manage to get a foot in the door with one or two.

Well hopefully it didn't come to that. It would be a bit depressing to just end up working at a blacksmith after he hopped borders and spent a long time on the road. His savings were much diminished though, so he wouldn't have much choice in the matter.

Bah, it was too early in the morning to have such doubts. Even if he was a bit tired from a late evening, the warm sun and fresh air did wonders to wake Signar up. It was a far cry from the heavy air that clogged the lungs with each breath in Lanhelm. A welcome change that he could still appreciate even after nearly a year later.

There were many things he missed about the bustling and industrial city though. With so many craftsman in one place, it was practically alive at all hours of the day. Those willing to become night owls had less peers to compete with when it came to the shared workspace. As a result, there were all sorts of other businesses and services that cropped up. One could find something to eat, even at the latest of hours.

Then again, this was Grayle's capital, so it was practically just as busy. He had little trouble noticing a vendor peddling fresh, hot foodstuff, and he broke away from the congregation of applicants for a brief moment. It wasn't like he'd be unable to see if he was at the back of the pack. From his few months spent in Grayle, it had been rare to see anyone break six feet.

By the time he returned to the courtyard, it seemed like the other applicants had settled in for a wait. Conversations had already started to pick up as there was no sign of any one stepping onto the stage yet. No staff waiting for them in the courtyard. Naturally some of the more nervous ones kept to themselves, but Signar looked among the crowd for his sparring opponent. He had been a pretty decent guy, and Signar wouldn't have minded chatting to kill the time.

He might have been an applicant, but Signar had to admit that Charles certainly had a noble bearing to him. He had introduced himself politely, if a bit softly for Signar to hear over the crowd's excitement. An elegant fighter that drew a sharp contrast to Signar's more brutish swings, but neither haughty nor arrogant. It had been a bit rattling to realize just how easily his attacks were guided away given the disparity in size and physique, but he supposed that's where a lifetime of training came into play.

Using up one of his Replicas had at least let Signar surprise his opponent, but unsurprisingly, the noble had his own magic to counter with as well. The smoke hadn't so much cleared as it had been blown away by a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye he had found the other boy's rapier pressed against his neck. A rather decisive end to the drawn out spar, but one Signar couldn't even be too mad about. He wasn't skilled, there was no changing that, but thanks to his opponent allowing the match to drag on? Signar had been able to show off what he did have.

Picking just one noble out of the crowd of hundreds was tough going though, even with his height allowing him to scan over their heads. In the end, his attention settled on the oddity hopping around like a rabbit at the back of the crowd. The blonde hair was frankly a bit too common for Signar to recognize who they were from the back.

Julian probably would have noticed the shadow that suddenly loomed over her. Or maybe the smell of freshly baked bread and fried meat caught her attention. Whatever the case was, Signar cleared his throat as he finished swallowing. "Mornin'. Need some help pushing to the front of the crowd?"

@Feyblue
Suh. Devil or Star perhaps.


Well, it's done for the most part. Any feedback would be appreciated, and I'll probably take another gander through it tomorrow to see if there's anything to change up or adjust.
Eh, figure I might as well make a post here just to express interest. Will be trying to get my sheet up tomorrow.
Shou Zheng


Shou Zheng

Even if each of them had their personal bedroom within the apartment, Shou doubted the insulation was thick enough to block out the noises the pair would be making. He'd slept through worse, but it was a convenient enough excuse to spend the night elsewhere if asked. By the time he finished his meal and headed back up to his room, it sounded like things were well underway between the pair and he gathered some of the equipment he had brought along before he slipped out and locked the door behind him. Hopefully he didn't come back to a dead roommate and his ransacked belongings.

He should probably be more concerned with his own safety instead though. The warning from last night still rankled him, but Shou felt a sense of stillness and calm fill him as he watched the waves slosh up against the sandy beaches. For such a built up city, it felt odd to look down into completely empty streets... Well maybe not. Even if he couldn't see anyone, his ear fins flicked at every little noise.

He wasn't planning to pry on other people's business tonight. There was no desire to be strung up as an example like Jeanne had been this morning after all. With the fog finally rolling in after the clocktower toiled, Shou rose from his perch and squinted. Here, by the beach with no street lights nearby, the fog truly was impenetrable. His destination was straight ahead though, and he hopped forward onto the sandy shore without hesitation. Weapon gripped in hand and twirled around as he stepped into the waves and headed underwater again.
Shou Zheng

The opened door to his shared apartment came as something of a surprise to Shou. The light had already been on when he was outside, so it seemed a bit odd that the front door would have been left open like that. It wasn't enough to set him on edge, but it did make Shou a bit curious as he approached and rounded the corner. He certainly didn't expect the sight that greeted him, but he also wasn't so innocent so as to spit-take his mouthful of ale.

She might have been faced away from him as she claimed Kiran's lips, but the blonde was still recognizable to Shou. Both for her works and research, and the reputation she had established on the journey to Bermuda. Was it that surprising that her target was his roommate then? Considering the similarities between their chosen fields, maybe not. All that consideration in the few moments it took for him to gulp before he just raised an eyebrow and made eye contact with Kiran.

"Guess that reputation isn't unwarranted," Shou muttered before he shrugged and turned around. Kiran was clearly a bit too busy for dinner at the moment, so he decided to leave the two of them be for now. "Try and keep it to your personal room, hm?" With that said, he closed the door behind him and gave them the privacy they were looking for.
Shou Zheng

While he personally might not have been well adapted for the journey Lucy envisioned, Shou's explorer spirit couldn't help but be intrigued. The difficulties associated with breaking new boundaries could always use a few sturdier bodies, and he made sure to introduce himself to the Englishwoman as a possible asset. Limiting himself to being just a man of the sea seemed like far too small of a box after all. With a bit of networking finished though, it was about time for Shou to take his leave. After all, participating in the venue's challenge seemed a bit childish when there weren't any other Egoists in attendance.

He should get back and touch bases with his roommate after all. Figuring out ways to replicate Egoist adaptations with Technologism was probably going to involve a few hiccups, and he was already putting off one project. If he put off another one, then it'd turn into three at some point and things would only snowball from there! While the remainder enjoyed the fruits of Miss Atkinson's mania, Shou quietly slipped out of the building and into the evening.

As per last evening, Shou arrived just outside his residence atop one of the neighboring building's roof. The lights to their shared room were on, so it seemed that Kiran was already inside. It was possible that he had never left for the entire day as well. After all, Shou hadn't checked in with the Technologist ever since he stormed off last night. Was that perhaps a bit too distant of him? He rubbed his chin for a moment as he considered it. Then again, he had been in somewhat of a foul mood and definitely not the best of company.

Shou supposed he could always check in and ask if the other boy wanted to have dinner now. It'd be a good idea to get someone else's take on his discoveries today and bounce some ideas off the other explorer about possible uncovering just what was held down beneath Bermuda. With a casual hop off the roof and down to the ground below, Shou entered and grabbed himself a light drink to bring up to the room with him.
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