Alabastor returns from outside the city after doing some more practical training of sniping damned with his bow (he has sharpshooter as a feat). He enters the mess hall to get some breakfast.
Insari is already there, but the seem to be playing with their food
Al notices Insari, trying to discern for a moment if he has met this hunter before greeting them. "Hey, didn't know if anyone would be up this early. How faired your evening?"
She looks up. Her skin is tanned and her eyes are a pale gray, almost white, her short hair the same color. “Oh I’m just fine. I didn’t sleep last night.” She continues cutting her food into the shape of a person
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
John is in the mess hall, moving like a surgeon as he takes his food apart, analyzing the meat within, a slight bit of insane glee in his eyes. He soon eats the food after the moments of analyzing.
The masked man walks into the mess hall, and grabs a plate of food. "I can't believe they expect us to fight monsters eating this slop."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The masked man walks into the mess hall, and grabs a plate of food. "I can't believe they expect us to fight monsters eating this slop."
“I’d imagine the the church doesn’t want to waste resources feeding people who they think will likely be dead before they reach their first year here.” Alabastor says as he eats his questionable slab of meat.
The masked man walks into the mess hall, and grabs a plate of food. "I can't believe they expect us to fight monsters eating this slop."
“I’d imagine the the church doesn’t want to waste resources feeding people who they think will likely be dead before they reach their first year here.” Alabastor says as he eats his questionable slab of meat.
"Typical. All that talk about helping people, and they can't spare food for the ones who protect the city."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The masked man walks into the mess hall, and grabs a plate of food. "I can't believe they expect us to fight monsters eating this slop."
“I’d imagine the the church doesn’t want to waste resources feeding people who they think will likely be dead before they reach their first year here.” Alabastor says as he eats his questionable slab of meat.
"Typical. All that talk about helping people, and they can't spare food for the ones who protect the city."
"Well, the church does like to look like perfection and untaintedness." Al says.
*No time like the present. We back in blood everybody. This thread will soon be moving into high gear, becoming a lot more story driven, so I’d advise you get any urgent or otherwise important rp out of the way.*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
*No time like the present. We back in blood everybody. This thread will soon be moving into high gear, becoming a lot more story driven, so I’d advise you get any urgent or otherwise important rp out of the way.*
*Yay! I am happy I kept both of my character’s character sheets instead of getting rid of them, although I won’t be able to rp or hunt much during school, because school.*
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
He shakes his head, muttering about the savageness of hunters and their impurities. He unsheaths his own blades, walking to a dummy as many versions appear beside him.
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
He shakes his head, muttering about the savageness of hunters and their impurities. He unsheaths his own blades, walking to a dummy as many versions appear beside him.
Roman steps to the side, muttering something about magic and how it’s dishonorable
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
He shakes his head, muttering about the savageness of hunters and their impurities. He unsheaths his own blades, walking to a dummy as many versions appear beside him.
Roman steps to the side, muttering something about magic and how it’s dishonorable
Within moments the dummy is turned to ribbons by the many Enricos, moving together like a dance of death. *Make make him a bladesinger as well an en echo knight.*
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
He shakes his head, muttering about the savageness of hunters and their impurities. He unsheaths his own blades, walking to a dummy as many versions appear beside him.
Roman steps to the side, muttering something about magic and how it’s dishonorable
Within moments the dummy is turned to ribbons by the many Enricos, moving together like a dance of death. *Make make him a bladesinger as well an en echo knight.*
Roman sighs slightly, sounding disappointed
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
He shakes his head, muttering about the savageness of hunters and their impurities. He unsheaths his own blades, walking to a dummy as many versions appear beside him.
Roman steps to the side, muttering something about magic and how it’s dishonorable
Within moments the dummy is turned to ribbons by the many Enricos, moving together like a dance of death. *Make make him a bladesinger as well an en echo knight.*
Roman sighs slightly, sounding disappointed
When it is finished they turn to them “You disgust me. For that I forgive you.”
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She looks up. Her skin is tanned and her eyes are a pale gray, almost white, her short hair the same color. “Oh I’m just fine. I didn’t sleep last night.” She continues cutting her food into the shape of a person
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
John is in the mess hall, moving like a surgeon as he takes his food apart, analyzing the meat within, a slight bit of insane glee in his eyes. He soon eats the food after the moments of analyzing.
*Boink, for Himy’s sake.*
The masked man walks into the mess hall, and grabs a plate of food. "I can't believe they expect us to fight monsters eating this slop."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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“I’d imagine the the church doesn’t want to waste resources feeding people who they think will likely be dead before they reach their first year here.” Alabastor says as he eats his questionable slab of meat.
"Typical. All that talk about helping people, and they can't spare food for the ones who protect the city."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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"Well, the church does like to look like perfection and untaintedness." Al says.
*No time like the present. We back in blood everybody. This thread will soon be moving into high gear, becoming a lot more story driven, so I’d advise you get any urgent or otherwise important rp out of the way.*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*Yay! I am happy I kept both of my character’s character sheets instead of getting rid of them, although I won’t be able to rp or hunt much during school, because school.*
*Boink*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
*All of my work shan’t go to waste.*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*Dawg I’m literally always ready to rp here.*
*Good then*
Roman is training on some dummies, slashing them to pieces with cold efficiency
Insari is outside the Tower of Valor, drawing in her notebook
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
Enrico is visiting the Hunter’s Den, a cross necklace in one hand, his prayer book in the other, watching silently.
He sees Roman slice down one dummy, before vaulting over another and slashing it on the way down, finally beheading a third before wiping off his blade with his hand and sheathing it
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
He shakes his head, muttering about the savageness of hunters and their impurities. He unsheaths his own blades, walking to a dummy as many versions appear beside him.
Roman steps to the side, muttering something about magic and how it’s dishonorable
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
Within moments the dummy is turned to ribbons by the many Enricos, moving together like a dance of death.
*Make make him a bladesinger as well an en echo knight.*
Roman sighs slightly, sounding disappointed
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
When it is finished they turn to them “You disgust me. For that I forgive you.”