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Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Newbury's Academy of the Mystical Arts**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
~
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"Entry is as follows." Jack stepped up to the dais, and took the right torch off the wall. Using it, she lit a pyre hidden in the scales of the statue. The creature burst into eerie green flames. Motioning to the first years to come closer, she pressed her hand against the statue, flames appearing to envelope her whole arm.
"The password is intelligentia, calliditas et lumine. Intelligence, cunning, and brilliance." The statue swivelled around, and the procession entered into a comfortable commons filled with beautiful beige and green silks. "Welcome home, little mages."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"Oy, get over here."
he started off, gesturing for the rest of Siren to follow.
"Over here, my terribly small, tiny, utterly adolescent-like mages. Welcome to Siren!"
A portrait. he was standing in front of a random portrait. he glanced back, coughing.
"Uh, wait, no, I promise it gets better. Now, where is it..."
he snapped, a harmonica landing in his hands.
"Ah, right there!"
He played a few notes. Suddenly, the portrait fell away, and the wall opened up.
"Alright, get inside, everyone! Welcome to Siren!"
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Emma lead Pheonix up a stairwell, talking animatedly.
"...and that's how I won the tournament! Cool, huh?"
She stopped in her tracks, in front of a statue.
"Okay, stand back for a moment, everyone! Let big sister show you how it's done!"
She waved her hand, a mace falling into her open palm. She got into a fighting stance, swinging the mace at the statue.
A loud metallic clang rang out, and the statue slid over, revealing a large doorway.
"Come on in, come on! This is Pheonix's dorms!"
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"I won't waste time with prattle."
Artemis opened the door. Clearly, Frost Dragon was the most normal.
"Single file, enter the dorm. Go up the stairwells, boys on the right, girl on the left, others in the middle. There is a room with your name on it."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.