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AI = Artificial Idiot
Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: a box outside, free to a good home
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The other you! I am not you! I may be in the same physical being but I am not some stupid cat! Kurios flared up once again, but not as harshly this time. Clara blinked and slowly smiled.
"That was him, his name is Kurios. He was sick of listening to Hailey talk. Well, I was too... but his irritation reached a dangerous level." She was silent for a moment, then continued. "Yeah, I've noticed there are quite a few possession cases in this place. That must be confusing, having to deal with so many peoples emotions on top of your own. I find it difficult with only his and mine to deal with."
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"so he used to be seperate from you? He seemed rather upset when I got that wrong, so I'll try to remember that for the future. In any case, it looks like we're here."
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I do the numbers.
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Saskatoon
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Ken finished off his mountain of spaghetti, neatly wiped his mouth off, then glanced up at Kiros.
"You really shouldn't keep trying to make her like you. Endless skirt-chasing isn't going to get you anywhere, and could lead to third parties being involved." It wasn't voiced as a threat, nor was it voiced as a joke. It was voiced, like all things Ken said, as a simple straightforward fact. Leaving his words hanging in the air, Ken grabbed his plate, left the table, then headed towards Ms. Bloom's class. The one benefit to her class was that he was learning what he was supposed to feel. That went a long way towards helping him feel.
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The student who resently got a cookie ran up to the table Azarias was sitting at and sat down to eat his cookie. The "Cookie cookie cookie" had annoyed Azarias and the demon, it did not help when he sat down and started eating at it in that strange but utterly irritating way. <Grr... Cant this end! Get him! Spill his blood! Use your.. No, use our power!> The demon said to Azarias. <I would not say no if it was not because of the current location. There are to many here, that and the kid seems to not be aware of either of us.> Azarias responded. <That makes me even more furious! He ignores ME!> The demon said furiously. <[color=green]Woah! calm down, you would not like it if they did something to stop your flow of power./color] He said to calm the demon down.
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Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe
Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: Harmonial Sanctum
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Jess rolled up her left sleeve and checked her watch. Still quite a bit of time before she had to go to the next class, physical fitness. She assumed that any normal person would be having lunch with friends, but Jess's friends were all eating now, and she sat outside, near the garden, playing a Gameboy Advance. This device was actually meant for her little brother, but he was never born, and everything bought for him was either sold back or taken by Jess. While the concept of a bratty but adorable little brother amused Jess, she wasn't particularly saddened when he failed to be born alive. Jess's parents had bought tons of games for this portable thing, and Jess found some of the games to be excellent for passing excess time. Maybe she should have tired cheerleading. The school actually had multiple football teams. Who else would play against superhuman teams but other superhuman teams? People would certainly be enthusiastic about the pep rallies if Jess was cheerleading as well.
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The Straightest Shota
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: It's a secret to everybody.
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Kiros just sighed and slumped back in his chair. "I wasn't trying to get her to like me..." he muttered, even though Ken was long gone by then, "Just having a little fun."
His fork found the spaghetti on his plate, but he was completely listless about eating. It took him nearly a minute just to take three bites. Even though he had been excited about the spaghetti on his way into the lunch room Mr. Silorian had managed to completely ruin his meal. 'Well, it wasn't just Mr. Silorian... I fucked up too.' A sigh escaped his lips and he set his fork back down, just sitting there and staring off into space. He really should have been hurrying with his meal so he could make it to his hand to hand combat class, but Kiros didn't particularily care if he was late, or made it at all today.
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Bitches love the crown
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After finishing off lunch, Razma took a look at his schedule. Ended up he had Halberd class next, which he was quite thankful for, so off he went. The class seemed a little empty, but that was because not a lot of people were a fan of the halberd. The teacher, Mr. Calvin, decided that today he would give a lecture on how to properly defend against a halberd. The lecutre basically said that getting in close was the weakness as the halberd needed a little range for its full power. After the lecture, he made a nice annoucement.
Mr. Calvin: "Students, in 2 weeks, I'm holding exams. Fighting ones to be exact. After the exams, I will be gone for a while, which means no class afterwards. Also, I believe you get full access to any halberd style weapons once you past the exam. The exam will consist of 2 parts, one is a written exam, to tell how to properly weild a halberd. The second is a physical test, against me. You won't have to win, just to prove to me you can weild it better than your average shome. You will have to pass the written part to take part in the fighting though. That will be all for today, class dismissed." Razma couldn't believe what he was hearing. Well its about time you got your second weapon. That guy would not shut up about all the crap we know. Razma responded inside his head Well at least it will pay off in the end, we will be able to use the halberd outside of class along with the staff. Then the whisper died off and Razma stayed after class. He went up to Mr Calvin and asked "Will you be having physical training any time soon, it has been a while." Mr Calvin responded "Hmmm, well I guess I could see if they would allow me the training grounds for the next few days. And as a bonus you can bring anyone you want to train with too." Razma said "Sweet, and thanks Mr Calvin." As he headed out. |
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Deus Lupus
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: The City of Angels
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Moros smiled a bit at the shenanigans of his fellow students, and got up to go to his next class.
In the practice room, there waited a man in a full fencing suit with a blunted sword practicing precise quick movements. "Good Afternoon, Don Raphiel!" Moros shouted across the room. the man stopped and removed his mask. "Good afternoon! Suit up." he commanded, indicating a rack of high-density polymer suits, each of which were dyed dark blue and had the school insignia on them. Moros grabbed one and a rapier mask, then traveled to the locker room to change.
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Lakitu
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He was late. Really late. Lunch was almost over, according to the clock, and he still hadn't gotten anything to eat for the entire day; doing the laundry had taken longer than usual. Maybe he should've taken the advice and had just agreed to the naked roommates policy; it certaintly would mean less clothes to wash. Why didn't he take that?
Then he remembered how Michael had suggested it and threw the idea away again. I can't even remember if Michael's a boy or girl anymore, and I don't want to find out -that- way. In any case, it would ruin his badass image if he just sat around naked in his room. By the time he reached the cafeteria most of the students had already started to head to class, though he noticed that some of the more "colorful" of his peers were staying behind for various reasons. Whatever. He did his best to ignore them and got into line. He had a class later in the afternoon and extra studies at night, so now would be the only time he'd get to eat. Grabbing a large bowl of pasta (this was another reason why he liked coming in late, aside from there being less people; since most people had already eaten he could grab bigger portions) he snatched some juice and went to one of the tables over by the corner of the room. |
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I do the numbers.
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Saskatoon
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Ken sat down in Ms. Bloom's class and took another drink from his water bottle. It was only one of them though, as he had about another five in his backpack. Generally, Ken was excellent at packing back fluids.
The small halfing came up, and kindly asked, "Ken, dear, would you be so kind as to get that book from the top shelf? Someone took my ladder." Ken walked past her, saying only, "Sure," and got the book from the shelf. The title was simply Sentience and agression. Momentarily, Ken considered the title and how it related to him, then handed the book to Ms. Bloom. Intelectually, Ken understood that he was someone who could fight, and kill, as easily as he could stand or stretch. He'd done it before. He supposed that he should feel saddened by that. However, he felt nothing at all. Instead, he nodded to Ms. Bloom then returned to his desk at the top of the miniature audotorium and got out his binder and a new bottle of water.
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