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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.Despite having a rather empty looking black duffle bag, Aclyma seem to have way too many things. A few sets of clothes of the same color and design, daily necessities and a couple of biscuits topped the mess of wires in her locker before she shut it roughly.
"I've removed my own profile from the list I've given you, so don't spend years to find it." She sat on her bed, and crossed her legs. "Aclyma Gladjeligger. " She reintroduced herself. "My powers are not as strong as before."
Mira was annoyed that Ben had brought her to her dorm since she didn't like it when people did things for her, or a fuss being made over her. She argued with Ben for a while but eventually let it slide.
Andrew woke up early and rushed to see Aprell. When he got there he saw winter but it seemed she was tired and he didn't wanna deal with that So he just focused on knocking on her door.
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
Sprawled across her bed unglamorously was the white haired female. Pale slender arms hugged her blanket tighter as she sunk her face into the pillow while a displeased groan slipped out from in between her lips.
'I'm headed to the training room.'
Ah, yes... the training room, the place where they managed to fish out some profiles of the student body. Speaking of which, she don't remembered falling asleep that morning. What time was it now?
With much effort, Aclyma pulled herself up from her bed, elbow raising her upper body as she glanced over at the prepared Forge. She stared at him blankly and seem to think briefly, "Give me a second." she muttered lazily and softly. "I'm following."
Tiredly the woman made her way to the washroom, disappeared into it, and came back out a minute or so later. Unlike Forge, she was... dressed the same way she went to bed. Today's outfit would seem to be a crumpled, white shirt and black athletic shorts. Hair was quickly comb, and hence still in a slight mess. On a plus, she was clean, and she smells... presentable.
"Only music today," she stifled a yawn in between her sentence. "Right?"
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
"Music eh..." she thought to herself as she folded her arms as she waited for the door to open. "I can neither sing nor play and instrument." she stated bluntly. "So I'm not too sure how I'd fare."
She slipped into the pockets of her shorts, and rested her hand on the glasses case. "What about you, then? Piano?"
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
"Well." she began working on the later question posed to her. "I think I can hold myself up quite well, magic or machine." Without looking back, the young female continued on towards the training facilities, allowing her body to carry her automatically. "But does it matter what I say? Strength differs per person and so does the result of it. We will see once we start."
A non-sequitur.
Typical.
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