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Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RPHe chuckled quietly. "I had enough time grieving. Anyway, how was your summer?"
"I entered a dueling tournament. Did decently, third place. The rest was... sh*tty. One final year, and then freedom. That's the way it goes."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Atticus stood there, his hands in his pockets awkwardly. He waved his wrist once and watched a few butterflies that had somehow gotten in drain of color and die.
"So... we torturing first years right now?"
The colors he had stolen a minute before burst in colorful fireworks in front of a large group of students, startling them.
"I really only get by with illusions. I can fence decently, but that's it. I can throw a punch, but not enough to knock someone out. I hope... I hope that there will not be a situation where we will have to fight for our lives..."
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
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
"As for your magic and fighting skills, that's easily enough improved. Talk to me once we have schedules if you seriously want to improve." She had shifted into coach mode. It was ingrained in her as much as tournament mode was.
Jack angled herself so she could look down at the balconies below. There was chaos happening behind every year's balcony, except theirs. No one would challenge her. Not after they had realized just how decorated a duelist she really was.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
The figures on the podium, teachers, murmured to one another. Students whispered. Then the woman stood up again and smiled at Athena. "It seems you have ended the sorting. Well done." Then she lifed her chin and addressed all the students. "Results will be announced shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy these refreshments." A floating tray of pastries and colourful drinks appeared in front of each student.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
-Zenitsu Agatsuma, Demon Slayer
“The trees can’t be harmed if the Lorax is armed”
“You touch my trees, I will break your knees”
-The Lorax, 2023
“I see now that one's birth is irrelevant. It's what you do that determines who you are.”
-Mewtwo, 1998
Grudgingly impressed, she returned to her seat. The students parted for her again. Her eyes flashed. Now they would wait.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
A tall man, with startlingly blue eyes and light-brown hair had snuck up on Jack, grinning like a fool. he put a hand on her shoulder, nodding his head to a rhythm. He stretched out, yawning, like a cat.
"Oho, I've been itching for a rematch for quite a bit."
Relaxed, giving off nothing but good vibes, Kendo didn't seem afraid at all. He batted at a lock of his hair putting a hand on his hip. he seemed so unbelievably relaxed, it was hard to imagine this man fighting. he hummed quietly, looking around.
"Oh, did I miss it?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"How was your summer?" She ignored the comment about a rematch. She would win like she had the last three dozen.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
he laughed.
"For you, it probably wasn't even a vacation, hm? Knowing you, you probably spent the whole summer practicing."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"What, did you not like that nickname? I have a few more, Stonewall Jack(son), Icy Mistress, and..."
He went on a whole tangent, animatedly talking about how many nicknames he had for her, most of them involving terrible puns.
"Anyways, that's more than i did. I mostly just caught up on sleep. And took a few naps. And a few midday-sleepy times. Etc, you know?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Eris was stunned when the darkness receded completely. She tensed at the stares of the upper years, only to realize that they were focused on a single student, the reason the darkness had receded to begin with...
Kaori turned away from the glass and walked over to an empty table in the corner, and merely started counting her fingers over and over again. She counted her fingers whenever there was nothing for her to do, which was around 90% of the time. So she couldn't count it as a nervous habit, unless she was triggered, again, by the small details people overlooked.
Kaori kept counting her fingers. 'Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred... One, two, three...' It was a habit. Once she reached one hundred, she would restart. That way, she could go as long as she wants.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀