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Oh alright, thank you! I just got really excited and I wanted to make sure I didn’t write anything wrong hehe…
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
Ooooh yayyy! He looks cool!
Bryce
Bryce’s head snapped in the voice’s direction. His eyes narrowed for a moment when he saw the boy, but he hastily refocused on appearing nonchalant. That boy has goat horns.
He straightened, shrugging his shoulders. “Nah, I’m not crazy,” he said with a chuckle. “I was talking to no one- or, actually, to myself.”
The robot in his earpiece suddenly grabbed his attention. “Agent Sullivan, I am not no one! I was named the A.V.I.Y.E, which means ‘the Annoying Voice in Your Ear.'”
Bryce blinked slowly to avoid rolling his eyes. He reached and grabbed the earpiece, taking it out and shoving it deep deep in his pocket. Yeah, he thought. Annoying, a stalker, and unhelpful.
He then refocused on the goat-horned boy with the boy, silently praying he hadn’t said anything to Bryce while the loud, annoying robot was talking.
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
Jack
“Oh. That’s good, I suppose. My father said that there were a lot of insane royals, and that I may meet them here. I haven’t yet, that I know of.”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Bryce
Bryce’s eyebrows raised. “Insane royals,” he repeated, mumbling.
His eyes quickly threw glances at some of the boys in the room. Maybe it would be possible to take a few minutes sometime, and conjur some logical guesses of who the crazy ones were.
“Interesting. So, do you fall anywhere on the crazy scale?” Bryce asked, also using a tone that soley displayed curiosity.
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
Jack
Jack smiled. “No. Perfectly sane and healthy, thank you.” He pointed at one of the training dummies. “Are you practicing with a sword right now? You seem to have dropped yours.”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Yes. Reports of its dead are greatly exagerated.
Moved into college this week so a lot of changes all at once. Glad to be back.
Wilhelm
Wilhelm clasped his hands loosely behind his back and let his body relax.
“Perhaps everyone needs humbling.” The words ghosted out of his mouth, voiceless as a passing wind. The rhythm of weapons striking the spells behind him covered even that. His heart was beginning to beat with the melody, hard and fast but continuous. Steel on wood and rope. A seed of war. He gritted his teeth.
Why wear a gambeson if all he would do was listen to others talk?
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ChaosGremlin™
Ah! I remember Jack. Not much about him, but I do remember his vague aesthetic. It’ll be fun to watch this unfold.
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Wolfgang
“Humbling! Not I!” he laughed cheerily. “No one has the right to humble a Von Hienz. But i’ll fight you anyways!”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
He’s interesting to write in this au because original Jack is an uneducated country boy who spends his time outside herding sheep and fighting off wolves. Trying to make him a civilized prince but still himself is hard lol
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Bryce
Bryce frowned for a moment, then his eyes brightened in remembrance. He look over to the sword that had pathetically flopped off the dummy when he threw it at full force earlier. Then he gave a slow nod, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “Yeah,” he said. “I dropped it pretty hard.”
Bryce swept his mind for something else to say, not wanting to mention that he had never seen a sword in person. The H.O.M.E people did not prepare him for this at all. “Well, who are you?” he quickly asked, trying to meet the boy’s eyes, but finding his fuzzy hair covered them both.
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
Ari
Remember the dance. Steel met steel. Blades in parley. Feet flit over sand. Sweat began to bead and trickle in the morning sun.
The dance of a swordsman.
Every step reflected years of focus. Each attack and defense discipline and training. Years upon years of his life had been–and were yet to be–dedicated to the mastery of this weapon.
And it all felt like so many strings on a wooden puppet.
Ari staggered as his instructor landed another rattling blow to his shield. This wasn’t the time for a wandering mind. He needed the sword, needed the skill of his father’s hand.
He needed a blade sharp enough to cut those strings. Ari’s grip tightened as he stepped back into the dance.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
“I dropped it pretty hard.”
XD Your characters always manage to make me crack up hehe
Jack
“Jack Celby. Prince of Wellmaere.” Jack stepped forward and held out his hand for a handshake. “Who are you?”
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Hehe yaaayyyy. I enjoy trying to write funny things. I have to remember to be serious sometimes XDXD Also I’m sorry if this next rp seems extra weird, because I’m writing with what feels like half a braincell lol…
Bryce
Bryce shoved his sleeve farther down his arm, remembering at the last minute to cover the electronic watch on his wrist before shaking Jack’s hand. He then realized that the society hadn’t even given him a story to go by. “Bryce Callan,” he started with a smile, trying to keep his voice confident. “Prince from somewhere up north,” Bryce added on, waving a dismissive hand. “I don’t like saying the name. It’s too long. Gets a lot of weird looks.”
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
He then realized that the society hadn’t even given him a story to go by
Slackers
Jack
Bryce received a weird look anyway, though it may have been hidden enough by Jack’s hair. This boy was strange, definitely, but his casual manner made him feel more approachable than the other students.
“It’s nice to meet you. What did you come here to study, Bryce?”
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Grrrr I tried to write something earlier and Error 429 killed it.
Slackers
Hehehehe.
Bryce
“Mostly stuff about other kingdoms and their laws and cultures. I don’t know much about them,” Bryce said automatically, as if it were true. He put on a smile that was almost real and shrugged. “I’ll probably also brush up on sparring and sword skills while I’m at it. I also study all different forms of neuroscience, psychology, and uh… other stuff like that. But that’s more of a side thing, as you might guess. What about you?”
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
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