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[Akroma]

((traditional maroccan was..sort of a success. I mean...I am sure it's supposed to taste like that..but damn, lentils and dates..bah..))




"Say, do you any of you fear death? And the slow, and disgusting decay of the flesh, as it rots around your soul, that predates it?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Say, do you any of you fear death? And the slow, and disgusting decay of the flesh, as it rots around your soul, that predates it?"

Noam shakes his head, "Nope. Not really."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"I am Aoi Futaba."
Aoi extends her hand to shake Jacque's.
"My...gifts are to do with command of the wind."

"Pleasure's all mine, love." She takes the hand, shaking it. "Chu readin'?"

She happens to be reading "The House of Midnight", a series about a magical academy where only the most gifted of mages go.

"Huh. Seems a bit like this place... Albiet hopefully we won't end up with quite so much sex."

((Let it be noted that Calvin's views are not my own.))
"What's the problem with that?"

"Limiteed mortals. Vhen veel you open your eyez and reealise that this akademee is meaningless. For tvousands of years, those that bear the gift have reached heigds you cand eeven dream off, without any akademee"

She would feel someone tapping on her shoulder. Or maybe punching it weakly.

"The end of the world cometh. Chained in heaven are they. Seven is their number. Bred in depth of ocean, neither male nor female are they they are as the howling wind, which knoweth not mercy, which knoweth nor mercy."

Calvin listens to Hainawule intently.
"Neat."

"Compared to you lifestock, an existance like mine only happens once every millenium. Do not compare me to you germs."

She would now feel someone punching her repeatedly. And kicking her some.
((Should I roll or do you want to, kj?))

[kj1225]

((You can do it. Note that if it escalates into a real fight that prefects always are above you by ten points.))

David points out the fact that he lacks flesh.

[USEC_OFFICER]

((You can do it. Note that if it escalates into a real fight that prefects always are above you by ten points.))

((Ten points? In all stats, or just in total?))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Aoi twitches, but doesn't move.

[Akroma]

Grigoria spits out blood, with an oddly greyish color mixed in with the red.


"Laughable mortal. You hurt my flesh, trying to destroy me. Do you not know, how pointless of an effort that is?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

Aoi twitches, but doesn't move.

"You okay, Aoi?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

She stands up, looking at both Gregoria and Calvin.
"Enough. Both of you. Save it for training."

[USEC_OFFICER]

She stands up, looking at both Gregoria and Calvin.
"Enough. Both of you. Save it for training."

"Oh. We have to do training?"

[kj1225]

((In all points. Janitors have one hundred more in all points. Just for trivia.))

David gives Goergia a look.

God walks by.
"Those guys that reincarnate you are dead."

[Akroma]

Grigoria kneels to her blood on the ground, and extends her tounge over an arms length of lick it up. There's a couple of eyes alongside the length of that tounge.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((How would anyone know Calvin did anything? He's using his imaginary friend, and hasn't shown any indication of his power.))

((You can do it. Note that if it escalates into a real fight that prefects always are above you by ten points.))

((No fighting prefects, gotcha.))
((...also, is this d20 or d%?))

[Akroma]

((I thought Calvins ability to interact with stuff was rather limited? Wouldn't the punches he throws be incredibly weak?))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Aoi continues looking over both of them. She cares not for eldritch stuff.

((Grigoria started coughing up blood. Calvin's getting pissed at her. Aoi can put two and two together.))