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Posted: Mon, 19/12/2016 12:03 (8 Years ago) |
"Yes, thank you for that." Aclyma fell quiet after, listening to the young child's explanation about the school. As her eyes fell onto the surrounding area. A small tune escaped her lips as she deemed as a theme song for introducing the place- as explained by the female. "So," she started immediately after the girl finished. "What's the schedules? Classes? Rules about fighting? Is there a ranking system?" (Apparently Forge and Aclyma would've spoken at the same time ahahaha) [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 19/12/2016 03:09 (8 Years ago) |
The jacketed female spoke to her, and it was only after a while that Aclyma realized that her thoughts had thrown her into prolonged pauses. She stared at the female for a while, eyes pinned upon her brown hair which - Alcyma squinted- had some red strands in them. Again, Alcyma pondered about the female's hair, throwing the white hair female into silence, and forgetting to reply, leaving Winter a female staring intently at her. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 19/12/2016 02:55 (8 Years ago) |
The woman thought out loud... accidentally, precautiously stepping through the magical gates. What strange gates. Opening to masters of melee and magic only? Wouldn't that mean it'll simply remain closed to "norms"? So therefore in the case of an invasion, it practically serve not protection if the other parties are magical? 'I-is this really a combat school?' Ah, but norms were pretty dangerous as well, so perhaps it's to prevent a zerg? "Alcyma." She said belatedly, replying to Forge's originally question, seeing that the pink shirt female hadn't replied her name either. She slipped herself beside the man stealthily, a few steps away from the gate. "Usually those who ask have to give their names too." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 10:59 (8 Years ago) |
'Hn. Either the teachers weren't taught manners, or he's a student and I'm vying for the latter. Then it's clear why he's at school for, then. I wonder if they start teaching from basic manners. Ah; maybe it's cultural differences- there are after all, some cultures more barbaric. I wonder which he was from? Should I be teaching him common courtesy of introducing oneself before demanding names from the other?' 'Ah. Whatever.' Still silent all these time, Aclyma dropped her gaze to rest lazily in the man's direction before following his to the smaller girl donned in pink. 'Maybe I'm in the wrong place after all.' [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 08:45 (8 Years ago) |
Bi-colored eyes glanced toward the femald and gave a shallow analysis. 'Yes, I'm suppose to attend but... so much younger... ' Aclyma thought to herself. "is this school even meant for my age group...' Remember, Aclyma had only thought, accidentally forgetting to speak in the midst of considering her current position and if she should be turning to find the actual location. However, her eyes settled upon the annoying vibrant heart. Yellow on pink. Blue cap. "Why." The white haired asked the other. And that was the only crystal clear word that she said. Hey! She looked up quickly to settle her vision on a rather matured looking man. She squinted. '...another student? ...teacher...?' Her thoughts raced again, about the buildinh in front of her. She must be lost. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/12/2016 19:57 (8 Years ago) |
Due to some circumstances, Alcyma Galdjeligger was sent to this certain institution for whatever so and so reason. Someone unimportant supposedly went along the lines of 'unable to socialize' and 'no more home schooling' because of their 'responsibility as a mother'. To which the white haired female tend to flatly state that she wouldn't have a mother as boring. Which stands accurate, by the way. Her late mother was nothing but boring. Alycma was brought up appreciating all that which is unique. Preferably one which holds much fascination that would last a longer period of time. But most of it could not hold a candle to her expectations. Alcyma stood before the main gates of the academy, the iron bars still closed before her. A prolonged paused. "Uh." "Am I suppose to--" "... isn't this automatic..." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 14/12/2016 20:23 (8 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 14/12/2016 19:00 (8 Years ago) |
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