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The Final Hour RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Hour RPSchool starts in the morning, you should probably get some rest. Not to mention that training test to assess class ranks for the first quarter....
Scarlett growls, pacing back and forth. She grabs her door handle, jerking it, and is irritated that it's locked from the outside. She satisfies herself with a large hunk of meat.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
✿ 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❀
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
She was a dark mage, which meant that she was feared by many. And because her magic was dark, they assumed she was evil. Well, "The cold never bothered me anyway," and all that. She continued to work on the things she could change, her extraordinary intelligence being one of them. there was always another book to read, another page of notes to take. She stretched out on the bleachers and yawned. it would be a long and uncomfortable night, but she didn't really care.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
If he remembered correctly, he should have a class rank assessment test in first quarter, but he has no idea what time it is, nor where he is...
"Sigh..."
'Is this school so poor that they can't even afford to leave a guide for the students, or atleast a map!'
Ayran grumbled, he turned left, then right, every hallway looked the same. If this continued on any longer, he might really need to use his magic and blow up some walls at this point.
That was until he passed by the huge window, there it showed the training ground, where he saw a guy swinging his way with the dummy.
'Wait, who is he again..?'
Ayran thought, since he has nothing else to do, and he doesn't even know where he is, he decided he might as well warm up abit for tommorrow..
He stepped outside and breathed in the fresh air.
"Hey! Wanna spar?" Ayran said with a lazy little smirk, as his golden hair fluttered with the wind blowing against him.
"..nah. You'll get hurt too badly."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Sitting in one of the upper rows, Cath was cast into shadow by the bleachers. And while Kendo certainly knew she was there, Aryan was clueless. Cath had noticed by now that Kendo knew... a lot of things that he really shouldn't.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
No one really knows much about Chikari except for the fact his Dad was one of the strongest dark magic users and his Mum being one of the strongest light users. But it seems Chikari does not have an ability and was outcast by his family. Since that day he has refused to get close to any other person and when people talk to him he turns and just walks away. Completely dismissing them
Ayran's smirk turned abit stiff as he tried to comprehend what going on in that guys head.
Ayran watched the guy continue smashing his ways with the dummy. (Ayran doesn't remember who Kendo is- so im just gonna say the guy for now-)
'Does he think i'm too weak or something?'
The more Ayran thought about this, the more irked he became as he watched the other kid continue sparing on the dummy.
His hands twitched and Ayran summoned his crossbow, in which he separated it into 2 scimitars. If he wasn't going to spar with him, then he might as well not spar as well.
Ayran stepped forward, and with a swipe of his left scimitar, the dummy, was blown into pieces.
Ayran smirked, "How was that ey?"
"Impressive. now leave me alone, please. there's already a dark mage around here that I have to deal with much too often."
He spun the axe in his hand, before bringing it down on a dummy, cracking it straight through the middle.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
“Hey are you both training?”
She asked, trying to sound cheerful
Cath smirked as she heard Kendo's response echo around the training area. At least she wasn't showing off by smashing dummies to try and get his attention. She couldn't care less of peoples' opinions of her... and guessing what was going on in Kendo's head was impossible.
Another voice joined the chorus, and Cath recognized Lucinda.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
But before that, he glanced at the gaze that has been gazing at them for awhile emotionlessly, dead before turning away.