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Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RPAlaistair was one of the students in the front rows, due to probably being guranteed a spot as this years student council president. He was listening to the Headmistress loud and clear but his gaze was broken as Rei entered in. His eyes widened abit, finding the messy and scruffy haired guy... cute...? "Wait! no way!" He thought. His parents raised him to marry a girl as rich and smart as he is and he had no other choice but to comply. But something about that guy... It made his heart race, and it was pretty much noticeable he was blushing.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

"First of all, what do you want to work on? Potions? Spells? Dueling? Magical Horticulture? Enchantment of Arcane Objects? Forbidden Dark Magic?" She grinned at the last one. The princess may be a third year, but Jack would not teach her dark magic until she was at least fourteen.
Kendo was drifting again. Jack didn't like the look in his eyes.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"See, everyone believes that dueling is all about flurries of spells and flashy magic. Sometimes with two telepaths, it's a battle of minds and wills. But dueling is problem solving on the quickest level. Your opponent is shooting a jet of flame at you; there are a multitude of choices for what to do next. You can see in his eyes that he's holding back, and it's a test. What would you, Miss Lediana, do?"
There was easily one answer that was better than the rest. But the princess's answer would help Jack to better understand her motives.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
"Dodging is the most important move in all of dueling: it takes no magical skill, thus revealing no magic to your opponent, and it can take your opponent by surprise.
"Sneak attacks are generally a good instinct, but they are much more effective in the middlegame. Trick your opponent into a rhythm, and prep some nasty surprise on the side.
"For powerful duelists, they barely need to concentrate on these hypothetical flames. Which leads me to my final point: while duelists are arrogant, they rarely lead with their most powerful spells. You can assume that a flame jet is a relatively simple charm your opponent can use, and extrapolate an estimation of their power that way."
They had reached the training grounds. It was mostly empty. Kendo was in a corner, but Jack could sense he wanted some alone time.
"We only have an hour before classes start, so you are going to practice dodging. A few things to keep in mind: you have an entire sphere of movement. While a sidestep might be easiest, take advantage of moving up and down, forwards and backwards. Some spells move faster than others. Be prepared. It may seem like an extremely simple skill, but it is the basis for which many cycles and combos are built."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
Ayran sighs, so they were doing the mentor disciple thing it seems, it wasn't hard persee, but just a bit annoying. He sweeps a gaze around the main hall, most students were excitingly whispering, and heading to the bullet board to see who their mentor was going to be.
Ignoring the face that many underclassmen were looking at his direction hopefully, Ayran enhanced his eyesight to look at the post.
Who was his partner.. lets see...
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Ayran widen his eyes, they put no one down?!
Ayran scoffed, were they scared that if they put anyone's name down it'll cause a riot among the students or something? Ayran shook his head, well it seems like he was also free then.
He wonders who Atticus's partner is-
Plop!
Ayran bit back a hiss as he felt his butt hit the ground, above him was a huge shadow casting. For a moment he almost glared at the perpetrator, before he kept it in.
Ayran sat up, and glanced up, and immediately recognized the face. The perpetrator was a semi-familiar face, as this person was in the student council, and a fellow eighth year, Alaistair Pomifiere.
A important member of the school.
Ayran double checked if his smile seemed right, before glancing at Alaistair again, waiting for his next move. He couldn't afford to annoy this guy at the moment.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Thinking about the series of unfortunate events a few years ago made Ayran grimace inwardly. He did not want to experience that again.
Not wanting to make a fool out of himself, Ayran took his hand and stood up from the ground. before patting off any dust and dirt on himself.
Ignoring all the gazes from the other students around him, Ayran gave his usual smile, "No, no, it's my fault for just standing in the middle of the hall."
What Ayran did not notice was the strange gaze that Alaistair sent him, when he looked at him.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Ayran watched the back of Alaistair scurry off before he could say a word in absolute confusion. He glanced at slip of paper in his hands, and wordlessly shoved it back into his messenger bag, forever lost.
He was sure that he wouldn't ever need to use this number, as he could handle anything that comes his way with practiced ease.
Now with nothing left to do, he could only compromise and find a disciple who had no mentor, and work from there.
What a tiring day...