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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
She was suppose to be her father's sharpest weapon.
"Regardless, small, mindless jobs like these, I'd do for free anytime." She ran her fingers proficiently along the cylindrical shape, minimizing the screen while simultaneously popping open two smaller screens, showcasing the profiles of both fighters involved.
"Frank Macewinder and Kioki Shigami, weaponers, spear and the latter, sword" she muttered, pushing the rim of her glasses up as she turned her attention back to the video. "...don't remember seeing them."
Ben woke up a couple of minutes later. Though he was interested where Mira went he fell back asleep almost instantly.
A downloading bar appeared on the screen, and the percentage ran quickly.
"Half day of school means curfew..." She repeated absentmindedly. Her eyes glanced upwards to the clock sitting in the training hall. The red numbers on the black screen read 10:30PM. Half an hour to reach back, huh... "Everyone out of their dorms by 11:00 means instant expulsion..."
First day at school, second day expulsion. Won't that be cute?
It hit the 50% mark.
The white haired female raised her head towards Forged and gave a wry smile. "I really had wanted to have a small spar with you since we were here, but it seemed that returning to our rooms is a thing."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"I'll replace the footage with a still image for today's training hall visit." Aclyma muttered, as the progress bar reached close to the 100% state. She had to hide herself tempering with the school's system anyways.
The progress bar hit a 100% and she pulled herself away from the terminal, set the system back, cleared her logs and kept her devices. "Done."
"Don't worry. We have things to do till 3 in the morn." She gave a proud smirk, placing the cylinder end upon her lips and she gave a small kiss on it before chasing after Forge.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Aclyma would like to believe she backtracked just as efficiently as Forge, making no mistake to her turns. She quickly had saw the man as an equal and had felt content that it was no single sided matter. "Especially since you'd be getting the schematics."
The white haired female emitted a chuckle of mischief.
"I got the profiles of the current student body.." she continued, as they neared the dormitories. "Just pulled their full name, as per system and their powers tho."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
The opened the device and snagged her reading glasses. Gently, she pulled a long wire out from one of the glasses legs. "Simply bartering would be fun."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
As Andrew was walking back to his dorm he thought he heard things but he was too tired to Figure out where it is from. He walked into his room and fell asleep.
She turned the holo-pad around several times before she found a small port. She unplugged the tip of her glasses' legs, and plugged the devices together. "Also I said student bodies."
Gently, the bi-colored eyes carefully watched as she placed both devices upon the study table before she made her way to the bed. "I'll get the teacher's information another time. Theirs seem to be on a different security level."
Heading towards her locker, the female took Forge's advice and began unpacking as well. "We'll look through the information together, I guess- or whoever finishes first. Your Holo pad would come in handy for viewing, anyways." Her fingers swiftly took out a couple of notebook, a personal laptop, several wires and a couple of questionable black boxes. They were then unceremoniously shoved into the locker. Her hands played freely with a couple of folding knifes, which soon disappeared into her attire, and into her shoe.
Regardless, as she continued to dispersed items either onto her or into the locker, she spoke casually. "Tomorrow is.. Sunday? Saturday? It's a half day, yeah?" she tilted her head towards the schedule. "What lesson is that?"
He heard Aclyma ask him a question and craned his neck to look at the timetable. "Tomorrow's Saturday. We have a free period to begin with, perfect, we can head over to the training room, and then we have..." he paused, disbelieving. "Music." he muttered, sounding slightly sick. "What do you specialize in anyway?" he asked Aclyma.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley