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Carter's School of Edeya
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My current RP work:
The professor clPped.
"That's where you stop, Cadet. Good job. You used yoru ability in an impressive way at the end. But due to your poor performance... 6 points. Take five, cadet."
He snapped, and suddenly, Saeha was in Kinoko's place.
Saeha looked up at the professor, blankly.
"...are you going to stop me, sir?"
The professor nodded.
"If it is required."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Thank you, I'm sure you'll do well too!"
She wanted to watch Seaha very carefully this time. The last year, she had been too caught up in her own scoring to focus on the others, but now that she had started to observe these people, she was very intrigued.
Alea sprinted towards the skeleton which was turning towards her, the other ‘Alea’, the ghostly image, circled behind the skeleton and the both thrust their swords into it’s head, cracking its skull. Alea was still cautious however, skeletons were reanimated beings of the dead, meaning it could well still be alive.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
As [Your Life is mine to take] was activated, a green, glowing aura was wrapped around Alea’s body while a red mark was visible on the skeleton’s. Alea grinned and dashed towards it, raised her sword and struck, not at the skeleton’s body, but at its spear to remove the only weapon it had. Alea then pulled back her sword to charge and release her (hopefully) last move.
With a ‘whoosh’ the sword made a cross sign through the air and cut off the skeleton’s head, Alea then sank the sword into the skeleton’s body. Hopefully finishing it.
The professor clapped.
"7 points. Your moves are a bit large, a bit sloppy. You need to be more precise with your movements. Otherwise, you're fairly good."
The professor looked down at Saeha.
"...there were 67 routes... just chopping off the skull and crushing it would've been more effective."
"Saeha?"
The professor put a hand on her head.
"It's your turn."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She gripped the knife.
"...sir, I don't..."
She looked back at the professor.
He sighed.
"Don't go overboard."
He pressed the button.
An ogre appeared, huge, at nearly twelve feet. It held a huge club, its' lower teeth jutting out like tusks.
Saeha sighed, closing her eyes.
"...14 routes..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Sunghan kept her distance from the training area, but inched closer and closer to get a better view of everything going on. She saw a new person step forward, who she recognized as Saeha, the girl who could mysteriously defeat upper ranks despite being the weakest of the class. Sunghan watched as a massive ogre that looked like it could squish Saeha into a pancake spawned with a giant club.
She knew it wasn’t right to skip the first day of school(or at least, the training), but again, it may be better than showing everyone her non-existent combat abilities. If only she had a second Edeya that could be used for combat.
Besides, she was a master when it came to skipping class.
..Or, she thought she was. Sunghan tripped and fell flat on her face right beside the crowd of students. She hoped the fight between Saeha and the massive ogre was enough to distract everyone from her sudden appearance.
The professor glanced back.
"Take a seat with your fellow students. We'll talk later."
He turned his attention back to Saeha.
She was struggling.
Her body was struggling to keep up with the orders her mind gave. She made precise movements, but just a second too late.
She took a lot of hits, almost twice as many as she dished out. Her bpdy was slowly breaking down with every blow she took.
She landed away from the ogre, landing with a stumbled. She put a hand over her mouth, coughing violently.
"...4 routes..."
The professor watched sliently, not lifting a finger.
The door to the room opened, as a different professor walked in. She was fairly of average height, but has long hair that stood out, due to its' hot-pink color. She looked around, her azure eyes sparkling in mirth.
She didn't say a word, just watching.
She put her left hand in the pocket of her trench coat, smiling enigmatically, playing with a pen with her right hand.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.