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>>2143066
>> Wait on her and confront her

>>2143066
> Wait on her and confront her

>>2143066
>> Wait on her and confront her

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Start running; immediately vomit everywhere. Great. Going to go to bed. Sorry.

>>2143200
We'll be here when you feel better. Don't worry about it.

>>2143200
man thats shit tits

>>2143066
>Make breafast in bed!

>honoured guest masturbation session
I don't remember signing up for that course...

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With a newly steeled resolve you begind making Honamurei some breakfast, it'd probably be wise to bring a peace offering. Even if you didn't do anything wrong.

Sitting and waiting for her to awake from her ever so graceful slumber, you end up chain smoking five or six cigarettes. Each and every one of them feels less satisfying than the last and you snub each one out harsher than it's predecessor.

But eventually the door opens and Honamurei is pulling her coat over her shoulders as she exist; heavy lidded and functioning far less than usual. It's the first time in your life she isn't loudly saying hi, bone crushing with a huge or showing any excitmenet to meet the day in general. Either it is early even for the notorious morning person, or she had an even more miserable night of sleep than you.

That's not entertaining the thought of her refusing to be happy around you out of some misplaced stubborness.

"Morning." You say, giving her the sandwich. Her greeting is to moan/groan into the bread and meat without opening her eye anymore than halfway. "We don't have time to sit and eat, so it's a walk and talk." As you begin guiding her out of the seat, you straigten her hat and tighten her eyepatch a bit. "We should probably talk about yesterday-"

At this she groans louder into her breakfast, the same way a child might whine about going for a bath or early bed. "Hona this is serious." You cold as she robotically devours the food.

Both of you exit the wagon cabin with the enthusiasm of prisoners walking to the gallows, a rather audible gulp is all Honamurei offers you; trying to hide from the issue with silence. It's tempting to smack her in the back of the head midstride, but instead you link arms with her and affix her a pointed stare. "Hona, what the fuck happened yesterday?"

She tries to pull away but you hold her arm tight, practically begging you to just leave it alone. Instead of doing what she wants, you simply stare her down until she breaks eye contact and looks down off to the side. "Look can we just forget about it." She whispers.

"No." You demand, "You attacked someone, over almost nothing."

"Vell he vas trying to steal what is mine!" She turns, fire in her eye as she almost roars in your face. But you don't even blink or react in any way.

"I am with you. But I am not yours." You reiterate. "My freedom is not negotiable, because I am not a thing."

She clenches her fists and stays silent, but you're not sure how much got through to her. Unfortunately, your walk is nearing an end as you can see the busty Dorm Matron Bella waving at you both enthusiastically. "Look, Hona. I don't know what's going on with you, but we're getting your eye fixed. But your wound hasn't made me question us or anything about you."

With that final statement you find yourselves being waved in by Bella,"Alright you two lovebirds; we have uniform and weapon measuring to do. So, what to do first?"

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>>2143904

> Weapon First

> Uniform First

>>2143905
>> Uniform First

>>2143905
> Uniform First
We dont need new wepons

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>> Uniform First

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"I'll get fitted first." You say, following Bella as she takes you off to a side room. Once you step inside you see the room is filled wall to wall with fabrics and spinning devices. Everything from thread to bolts of cloth to massive rolling pin esque wall fixtures has been crammed into this small room. Inside stands a centaur, a crown of antlers around his head and fur shimmering white.

He inclines his head in greeting before speaking in a deep bassy tone, "Greeting student. I am Malefazaar Starrk. But I am called Starrk in human tongues."

"Uh... Hi." You answer, your hesitation enough for Bella to interject.

"Now If you're not comfortable being measured up by Starrk that's okay. I'm more than capable of taking care of this - Starrk is just a bit proud of his abilities and wants to make every uniform as perfect as can be."

"A Malefazaar is a master of craft. The only magics we learn support our craft work or are crafts themselves. Instead of the bow or blade we are taught to smith and tailor from the day we are born." He smiles dreamily, in a not quite relaxing not quite offputting way, "I have the mastery of the fae and many of your lifetimes of practice behind me."

"Nobody's doubting your skill Starrk." Bella snaps, before sighing in an attempt to quell her temper, "Same speech every time." She turns to you, "Look do you want him to measure you or me?"

> [PRIDE] Starrk. Only the best

> [WORRY] Yeah, I'd rather Bella

> [FRUSTRATION] Can't you just use these clothes as templates

> Write-In

>>2144205

> [PRIDE] Starrk. Only the best

>>2144205
>> [PRIDE] Starrk. Only the best

>>2144205
>[PRIDE] Stark. Only the best
What are we worried about, the horsie gropping us? We are not even
a girl horse!
Also I thought this was a university. Are they so desperate for the appearance of unity ( don't mind the ubiquitous guardsmen) that they need to force uniforms on us?

>>2144205

> [PRIDE] Starrk. Only the best
>>2144218
More like to help people not in thr uni to know whos a student and also for people that dont live here

Also it helps make poor and rich get along more as you all where the same thing, where your skill means more then where you come from
I still find it weird that schools in the usa and other places dont have a uniform

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> [PRIDE] Starrk. Only the best

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"I'll go with Starrk." You take a step forward before laying a hand on Bella;s shoulder, "It's not a slight, I just don't mind his measuring."

Bella smiles, but you can tell she's lost ground in some miniature feud between herself and the Centaur. Should probably ask her about that sometime when - "Clothes off please." Starrk interrupts, two glowing arcane circles appearing in the air over his hands; a measuring tape floats in the air between you as he waits.

"Uh-"

"The spells are automated, but if I do them while you are clothed your clothing will be shredded by the end of the tape." He stops suddenly, like someone forcibly grabbed him mid gesture "Should I call Bella back in?"

Turning your back you begin undressing, standing stock straight to preserver your modesty as much as possible, "No. It's fine."

The next thirty minutes are passed in uncomfortable silences as the two Green rings expand. One rests on the floor at your feet and the other looms above your head oinously. Though it has the appearcne of some queer halo, to you any magical circle above your head is an attack waiting to land. During all of this, you simply look around the room, keeping your back to Starrk and trying not to feel vulnerable as he sings in whatever language he casts in.

"I see many scars in you." He eventually says. "You have fought great battles." Like you his speech pattern is oddly flat, so you have no clue if it is pity or admiration he aims to get across. "You may redress." He adds, seemingly as an afterthought. The Centaur already turning to the gigantic spool of dark grey cloth on the wall.

> [SHAME] I'd rather not share

> [PRIDE] Got most of 'em from a dragon

> [GRATITUDE] Thanks? Also Thanks for the clothing?

> Write-In

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> [PRIDE] Got most of 'em from a dragon

>>2146635
>> [PRIDE] Got most of 'em from a dragon

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"You like the scars huh? I got most of them from a dragon." You turn now that you have your underwear on, interlocking fingers and stretching above your head, "They're pretty nasty - but I wish they didn't interfere with my ab-"

"I was not clear. Apologies. I meant inside you. You have many scars from many fights young one." He looks sorrowful, "I hope this burden does not trouble you while you study."

He simply begins spooling down a multitude of coloured cloths while you stand their dumbfounded at those comments. Centaur are fae after all, but the words cut deep.

Deeper than any knife or claw to grace your skin anyway; something about his words felt powerful - immutable - right.

You can't really put your finger on it.

> [DETERMINATION] Well, scars heal.

> [WORRY] W-what did you see?

> [GRATITUDE] Thanks... for the sentiment and the clothing

> Write-In

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>> [GRATITUDE] Thanks... for the sentiment and the clothing

>>2146715
>[WORRY] W-what did you see?

>>2146715

> [WORRY] W-what did you see?

>>2146715
> [GRATITUDE] Thanks... for the sentiment and the clothing
Oh, those ones...

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> [WORRY] W-what did you see?

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"Thanks... for the sympathies." You take a deep breath, "Wh-what did you actuallly see, Starrk."

"Your heart has been pierced by many blades, your lungs are stained with blood and your soul bears an infection plus a searing burn." The Centaur answers almost instantly, taking you aback with the matter of fact tone.

"I uh...." Defeated by the sheer awkwardness of the working Fae you retreat, pulling your trousers up as you go. In the waiting area you see Bella tapping her foot with crossed arms.

She gives you a fiery look and puffs out her cheeks, "What's the matter? Not as comfortable being ogled by a fae as you thought?"

"No he uh...." You struggle to put what happened into words, "Saw me?"

She looks at you with great amusement, but you see a little pity mixed in at your surprising naivety, "Well you were naked hun. You surprised a guy saw some things?"

"No...he knew things he shouldn't... said he saw them." Your explanations seem to flicker some alarm in Bella; but it's hidden behind her wide maternal smile in almost an instinct. She begins picking at her horns in thought.

"Well, Starrk is kinda a cryptic guy. He probably just heard some rumours...." Roaring laughter echoes from the foor behind Bella as Honamurei emerges with her sword, sheath and gun in hand. She offers you a bright smile, "Vat am I in for through here?"

"The choice between who sees you naked to fit your uniform." You deadpan, Hona looks embaressed so you add, "It's mostly magical." Passing her without further comment you enter a tiny makeshift forge, where a hulking animal woman is sitting in an old blackened rocking chair.

"Well whit iv you goat fer me?" She demands, her voice is gruff and gravelly as she accosts you in a strange accent as thick as wet sand.

> [PRIDE] This is my saw. One of a kind

> [CURIOSITY] Who are you?

> [CRUELTY] Laugh at her ridiculously masculine voice

> [RELIEF] I see you cheered up Hona

> Write-In

>>2147094
>> [PRIDE] This is my saw. One of a kind

>>2147094
>[CURIOSITY] Who are you?
Nice hair band.
I'm having trouble coming up with an accent I can compare to wet sand.

>>2147094
> [CURIOSITY] Who are you?

>>2147094

> [PRIDE] This is my saw. One of a kind

>>2147094
>Pride

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Called for Pride. Trying to wake up before I write.

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"Well there, I have a saw. One of a kind." With great revereance and distaste you detach your weapon and eternal companion from your hip and hold it in both hands. The huge round surface held before you like some shield.

She answers, her eyes roaming over the metal the same way that a farmer would examine an animal, "Aye, a dwarven saw. Gud weapon tha' butche cannae be wieldin' it in school y'know."

"Wha-But it's my weapon." You protest with genuine anger, "What's the point in-"

"Calm it Hen. They hire me tae make replicas." The Smith breaths out and the room is filled with acrid black smoke as he begins packing a ornate bronze pipe. "Ye cin wait oustdie or watch. Just be quiet."

With a sigh, you try to light up your own cigarette, but find that something in the air is preventing your leaf from lighting. By the time you look away from the tiny strip of rolled paper, the smith has a malformed disc of nigh molten steel wrapped around his anvil as easily as a scarf.

> [CURIOSITY] Observe

> Leave and Talk to Bella

> [LUST] Leave and peak on Honamurei

>Write-In

>>2149624
>[LUST] Leave and peek on Honamurei
Doing a shitty copy of our dorf angle grinder sounds borang

>>2149624
> [CURIOSITY] Observe

>>2149624
>> [LUST] Leave and peak on Honamurei

>>2149624
>> [CURIOSITY] Observe

>>2149624
Curiosity

Star’s going to be with the missus all today, so he won’t be able to update

>>2149624
> [CURIOSITY] Observe

>>2149624

> [LUST] Leave and peak on Honamurei

>>2149624
>> [LUST] Leave and peak on Honamurei

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Even with 24 hours we are still tied. Unbelievable. Came to say that the QM curse is in effect, I'll be able to continue in about 4-5 hours.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

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Posting yourself by the door, the smith goes about his work without ever looking up at you. In fact you don't think you could have attracted his attention were you hitting him in the had or screaming your lungs out.

Time seems to pass weirdly as you watch her hands dance over the metal, pressing so gently you'd wager she were working on glass or silk. In fact the whole process is silent as she begins feeding parts of a strange shimmering white metal into the fire, using old blackened tongs to rotate the disc. Some of the original metal sloughs off in the intense heat, revealing the original shape of your saw.

The metal of the new shape emerges like a sculpture from it's material, the shedding of it's carapace and the heat of the portable furnace giving it a golden almost ethereal appearance. Out it comes to the workswoman's anvil; a trained eye running over it's every detail. A sequence of hums and grumbles punctuating her silent thoughts as she comes to some unknowable conclusions.

"Ahl have it ready fer pickup afore the first fightin class. First bath went better than a hoped." She practically growls her speech at you, eliciting a small jump when she startles you. "All said n' done the horse finishin' yer weird glove controllin' thing's the hol up."

She stares at you after finishing her assessment. Putting some kind of onus on you to respond... "Thank you?"

She shrugs, "Doin ma joab." She then resumes staring.

> Leave

> Call for Bella

> Try to engage in conversation (about what)

> Write-In

>>2154470

> Call for Bella

>>2154470
>> Call for Bella

>>2154470
> Try to engage in conversation (about what)

>>2154470
Call the bella

>>2154470
>Leave

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Your voice is monotone and flat but you find it enough to call, "Belllaaaa..." Rapping the door behind you with a fist. You've stared down a dragon easily, but something about just making silent and awkward eye contact with a blacksmith has you really rattled.

The woman herself enters the room explosively, the door slamming into the wall with a bang, "You rang, sweetheart?" She asks warmly, looking up at you with that welcoming smile.

"Yeah... I'm kind of done here and-" You're cut off by Bella grabbing your hand and yanking you bodily from the room, lances of pain stabbing into your shoulder as her surprisingly vice like grip tightens on your bad wrist.

"Well yer uniform's all ready to go and let me tell ya that the cape is gonna make yer eyes look killer sugah." She says, seemingly oblivious to the catlike hissing behind her. She's like a steamroller of good cheer as she picks up a nearby stack of neatly folded clothes. She presses them into your chest and lets go of your wrist; the absense of pressure quickly unbalancing you. "Trust me ya'll love 'em."

With that proclomation she disapears back into the room where Honamurei should be getting fitted for her clothing. Knowing her uh, biology. She probably needed some that would fit when she bulked up; leaving you with enough time to slip into the uniform.

Which.... isn't bad. There's no ridiculously revealing skirt, no knee high stockings. It's a simple and sturdy almost black grey ensemble. The trousers are so perfect that they don't inhibit movement, the overcoat looks stylish buttoned or unbuttoned, dress shoes are comfortable and hardy enough to for the type of classes you've taken. Even the dress shirt doesn't draw attention to your modest chest.

Even the long cape is easy enough, coming with a broach that slides into a latch on your shirt or jacket for personal choice. Honestly, it exceeded the expectations you heard when someone said "Uniform."

In fact when you emerge from your tiny changing cubicile you see Honamurei, holding both of her weapons and your own. Her smile makes your heart skip a beat and when she first sees you there's a definite hunger there.

Considering how smart the uniform looks and spectacular crimson eyepatch she now sports... The sentiment isn't exactly one way. In the second both of you see each other for the first time, you're acutely aware of Bella studying the reactions on both faces.

> [LUST] I wish we could go to bed...

> [PRIDE] We look good don't we?

> [CURIOSITY] Did you pick Starrk or Bella?

> Write-In

>>2155036
>> [PRIDE] We look good don't we?

>>2155036
> [PRIDE] We look good don't we?

>>2155036
>> [LUST] I wish we could go to bed...

>>2155036
> [PRIDE] We look good don't we?

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You whistle while looking your partner up and down, "We look good don't we?"

Honamurei grins and claps, trilling in response and finally sounding herself once more, "Ve vill get all ov ze eyes on us!" She takes your good hand in both of hers.

"Yeah." You give her a squeeze and you see she's blushing and tearing up - "Together." The reassuring look, the words themselves, you're not too sure what it is that solidifies the statement. But it feels resolute, like you've set yourselves up for the rest of your lives with that staement. When the two of you interlock fingers and head for the meeting arm and arm; the sunlight seems brighter, the sky blue, the slight droplets of rain catch on glass and metal to shine into the heavens.

Today is going to be great.

The illusion lasts for nine minutes. As the five minute walk leads into a sorting process akin to cattle. Everyone arranged into dorms, dorms split by gender, years one to front, year two behind. By the time all's said and done an intinery has been passed around. Lancel [THE DRAGON OF DREAMS] & [THE WARRIOR] Quan Gado will be assisting the Headmistress in giving the opening speech. Following that surely riveting experience, Warlord Chiron will give a short lecture about The Academy's principles.

But for now you face a truly herculean decision... Out of the people around you, who do you stand with?

> Boy in Feathered Cloak

> Tall Blonde girl, Maybe Jo?

> White haired Boy

> Harpy

> Flamboyant looking guy

>>2156064
>> Flamboyant looking guy

>>2156064
> Tall Blonde girl, Maybe Jo?

>>2156064
>> Flamboyant looking guy

>>2156064
> Boy in Feathered Cloak

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Supporting

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We're tied. Because of course.

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>boy in feather cloak

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> Harpy

>>2156064
> Tall Blonde girl, Maybe Jo?

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>> Tall Blonde girl, Maybe Jo?

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Seeing a boy in a feathered cloak trying to make himself as small as possible, you assume he's not going to be very much trouble and position yourself on his left. The boy is kind of pale and gangly, his arms and legs looking far too long for the rest of him.

He notices your approach and offers you a weak smile, whch you return with a nod. In fact seeing the boy up close; This must be Briar; the kid that Knight of Gine asked you and Hona to look after.

"Morning." He offers, "I uh.. did you... enjoy the walk?" His voice peters off towards the end and he stares dead ahead at the podium out of sheer embaressment. Honestly, he's about as red as your capes.

Instead of drawing attention to him, you continue the small talk. "It was a really nice walk." The boy meets your gaze and the flatness of it must have spooked him. So you try to ease any tensions with even more small talk, "My name is Purps. What's your name?"

"Um. I'm Briar. Briar Redd. Nice to meet you..." His smile is even more forced than yours are. Speaking to him any further would probably be torture at this point....

> [CRUELTY] Continue conversation, mention his father.

> [PRIDE] Nice to meet you Briar.

> [DETERMINATION] Shy? Don't be. I got your back.

> [CURIOSITY] What do you think the speeches will be about?

> Write-In

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>> [DETERMINATION] Shy? Don't be. I got your back.

>>2157836
> [CURIOSITY] What do you think the speeches will be about?

>>2157836
> [CURIOSITY] What do you think the speeches will be about?

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> [CURIOSITY] What do you think the speeches will be about?

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[PRIDE] Nice to meet you Briar

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"So, what do you think the speeches will be about?" You ask, tossing him a softball. The boy's face brightens at the question and he seems to come to life.

"Well it's probably going to be giving us the rundown of the importance of being here. They'll be super vague about great strife, urgent crisis, without actually saying we should choose their side in the civil war but in the end it will be thinly veiled recruitment most likely." He postulates and gesticulates wildly. Though you just give a wry smile and lean out of the way.

"You seem well informed." The simply compliment seems to mean a lot to him, as under his strange birdlike mask he blushes furiously. "How did you know all of that?"

"Well my Dad studied here! In fact he met my Mom here." He realises how loud he's getting in excitement as the white haired boy on his other side makes his disgust apparent. In fact the sneering kid's face is so stuck up and fake, you consider decking him.

Which is a bit unlike you... Instead you refocuse on briar who's retreated back into himself at the boy's disaproval, so perhaps you could coax him back out of that shell; "So you're a second gen student? Should I be worried about sparring with you?"

"Hehe well my Dad's trained me to be a knight like him but I dunno..." He fidgets with his mask the same way you've noticed Honamurei scratch at her eyepatch, "I'm in the martial class but I wouldn't consider me very tough y'know? I can fight but I can't like, rip houses apart or nothin'"

You run your eyes over him again and look for signs of muscle beneath the uniform. Failing that you take note of the strange long daggers at his side and the ease of his posture. The boy definently has training, but would you call Briar a warrior?

Time will tell you guess. But one thing's sure, a boy this passive is not going to be a Knight of Gine.

> [PRIDE] I'll try and spar with you first class.

> [CURIOUS] Ask what his other class is

> [DETERMINATION] I actually met your dad. My partner beat him, so he asked us to look after you.

> [LUST] Flatter him

> Write-In

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>> [DETERMINATION] I actually met your dad. My partner beat him, so he asked us to look after you.

>>2158177

> [DETERMINATION] I actually met your dad. My partner beat him, so he asked us to look after you.

>>2158177
>[PRIDE] I'll try and spar with you first class.
>[CURIOUS] Ask what his other class is
Stop putting lust options in the prompt! You'll make Hina sad.

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>> [CURIOUS] Ask what his other class is

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Tied between curiosity and Determination

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> [CURIOUS] Ask what his other class is

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Writing for curiosity

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> [DETERMINATION] I actually met your dad. My partner beat him, so he asked us to look after you

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"So aside from Martial what are you taking? Can't say I know much about anything besides fighting." Taking an interest in this boy is honestly pretty interesting. Like, how did a child of a knight end up a skinny socially awkward boy? Watching him physically build up the courage to keep going is quite endearing, like seeing a tired runner find a final burst of energy.

"Well I originally went for magic, but then I think my father talked to the staff and changed it; because the centaur-" Briar flounders as he realises he has no recollection of the name-

"Starrk." You supply, prompting him to continue.

"Yeah Starrk said that he was really excited to work with the son of Tessius." He frowns, "Which makes me think I've either been switched or somehow enrolled in three classes."

"Is it even possible to take three classes?" You wonder aloud as someone begins to step up to the podium.

"Gods know..." The boy next to you mutters in such a defeated tone. Your response leaves your mouth inaudibly as the entire grand hall is draped in silence. To the left side of the staff table you see Lexington's hand glowing slightly as he is unable to hide his boredom. The assembled horder all line up as precisely as a military batallion. Facing the raised dais of teacher's and guests even if they are showing a massive lack of interest in the goings on.

Two men step forward, flanking a woman. The man on the left has Purple hair and a long red spear stowed on his back. On the lady's other side is a Northerner in full plate; his dark skin appearing almost ebony against the polished brightness of his armour. Between the two, stands an almost wraithlike figure in white. Her posture is effortless and her slightness almost etereal. Every movement is light and floaty - save for her eyes.

Each orb looks glazed over and blind yet there it seems every pound of weight lessened on her body has held fast. A gaze of iron and steel that is unbreakable and haunted even as the light of happiness and hope rests there.

The speech is about to begin.

> Pay attention

> Zone out

> Look at some students

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>> Pay attention

>>2158451
> Pay attention

>>2158451
> Pay attention

>>2158451
>Look at some students

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Brace yourselves. A speech is coming.

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The armoured court member speaks first, his voice surprisingly soft and pitched for a man of his size and stature, "Since before kings sat on thrones, or Human first fought Orc. Legends told of a hall of learning; grander than the grandest village."

[THE DRAGON OF DREAMS] Then steps forward, white cloak flaring behind him impressively, "In that sacred hall, the wisdom of ages was stored. A place where great chiefs, warriors, shamans, sorcerers, seers, oracles and the greatest of all species gathered to become yet greater."

The woman in white does not move, but her voice carries without any need for grand gesture or ceremony. It is haunting in the same exact way your own voice can be called haunting; because it is the voice of emotionless expression. Though it has inflection, more than inflection, it rises and drops as certainly as a wave crashing the shore; it still holds an uncanny power and hold. "The Academy. The longest standing structure on this plane. It was the meeting place of heroes and legends, the crucible of champions, the cradle of Gods."

[THE DRAGON OF DREAMS]' Voice rumbles hard enough to shake the stone, it's cold tone cutting into the students' ears like a swift blade, "It is here that you will walk in their shadows; before equalling and surpassing them. Just like those who have come before to study and excel; so too will each one of you grow to be cornerstones of this world."

Quan picks up, "Here you all stand. Free of any burdens but the pressure to excel. Peers in excellence and determination. I am sure that I will see many of your faces in the future; opposing me or standing at my side."

The two move with the precision of many years at war. They turn inwards and take a knee, the leader of the rebellion and the supreme military commander of the Republic both showing defference and respect to the woman between them as she finishes the address. "I am Headmistress Thorindel Farthingrass. My belief is that actions speak more than words so I shall be succinct. Remember the words of the Academy for they are truer than all I have heard -"

" The Future Starts With You "

With those final words of prophecy, the two guests rise and the three speakers retreat. What was said had weight to it, enough so that it has ignited the fires of passion and determinaiton in the souls of the student body. As you glance around, you see clenched fists, narrowed eyes, energy thrumming through the bodies of warirors, craftsmen and wizard alike.Briar is deep in thought next to you, perhaps some final introspective doubt being overcome as Headmistress Farthingrass lit the spark of self confidence.

But that's the scene around you.
That is the reaction of the other thousand five hundred or so students.
You? That speech made you feel;

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>Unchanged.

>>2158870
>Hopeful.

>>2158870
Bust out laughing

>>2158870
>Raff

>>2158870
>worried that we'll screw this up ( too)

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Suddenly you feel your stomach expanding as you take in air in a hurry. A low mocking laughter escaped from your throat, drawing stares from Briar and the white haired boy. Somehow your laughter doesn't stop and only intensifies, the weird almost whooping chuckle that in actuality rarely comes out.

Honestly, you don't remember the last thing that really made you laugh; so when you double over clutching your guts as laughter keeps pouring from your mouth like a terrifying flood - a small space opens up around you as your classmates begin to think there's something not quite right with you. Because your laughter is a robotic, monotone, hollow call to the void that brings tears to your eyes....

Until it is stopped, by Lex's renewed silence spell. Where the dais was crammed full of staff some have now petered out; standing on the speaking area is a new figure. Through teary eyes, you're faced with what is essentially a cyclopean version of you. Were she not bustier and crimson haired; you feel like you'd be looking in a mirror.

Despite the woman's similarities, her voice is nothing but sheer expression. The word that comes to mind is powerful, but not due to volume, her speech just seemes to wash over and envelop you. It's like she speaks with her entire being and that being is pure, unadulterated energy; "Right then; second years can clear out! This for the new bloods only!"

As the second year begin to chat and evacuate the hall your first year comrades all begin to spread out and relax. Giving you the chance to eye up the Warlord.

Her eye is alive with emotion, seeming to shimmer and shake with every little movement. Constantly scanning and analysing the array of students before her with warmth - even as her lips open up to a sly almost predatory smile. It isn't long before she barks her next words; "Listen up! Welcome to The Academy! Let me be the first to inform you of what's happened. By enrolling you are in fact, nobody. The closest thing you have to a Mother is me, your brothers and sisters are all standing down in that hall with you."

Grumbles of discontent are immediately silenced by her voice slightly raising, that little boost in volume running through the crowd like a bombshell; "That's right! I don't care what you were out there or what you've done! You're a new person kids! Look at the guy to your left or the woman to your right; you matter just as much as them! Regardless of how rich your parents are, how poor you are, whatever guild you're aligned with, religion, rebel, loyalist, what matter is what you do now!"

> [PRIDE] Yeah, sure

> [DETERMINATION] Sounds nice

> [CURIOSITY] I wonder what happens if someone tries to leverage their outside connections

> [CRUSADER] I'm not being nice to no Darnites

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> [DETERMINATION] Sounds nice

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> [CURIOSITY] I wonder what happens if someone tries to leverage their outside connections

>>2159841
>[PRIDE] Yeah, sure
Not like we care about external validation

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>> [DETERMINATION] Sounds nice

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"Sounds nice." You murmur, not quite buying the picture of perfection being painted for you. Deep down those with more training, experience and money for equipment will rise to the top. Hell, it only takes a word to their families and some string would be pulled after all-

The white haired boy scoffs, loud enough to draw attention from all around. Chiron's smile simply widens as he digs his own grave, "As if this trash is on the same level-"

"You-" She says simply. The muted threat enough for everyone to step away from him. Even you find yourself isolating the boy, the clearing in the crowd a perfect point for Chrison to leap across the hall and land in. "You had something to say?"

For what it's worth, there's no quit in him. He squares his shoulder and glares right into the red haired teacher, "I said, none of this trash is on my level. Do you know who I-" In a blur Chiron grabs him by his uniform's lapel and slams him into the ground behind her. A smooth slam overhead that was nigh impossible to track. The floor cracks from the impact and some pebbles fall from the student's body as he is picked back off the ground.

"I know who you are. You're the white haired shit who thought he was better than everyone else. If this doesn't make it clear I'll repeat it." She raises he voice, brandishing the stunne boy like a trophy, "I hope you all learn from this example. Anyone holding onto outside grudges or holding onto outside status, will be punished severely. It is not tolerated here."

She drops him casually, making her way back to the dais as the crowd parts before her, "Your den matrons and masters will be here to guide you back to your rooms. The students have appointments to attend to, you'll be collected from your dorms when it's time. Any questions?"

The grand hall is silent, still stunned by the speed and brutality displayed by Chrion. How someone coudl make so barbaric a move look so graceful is beyond you, but you are impressed.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to take a swing at her.

But for now, nobody asks her any questions simply allowing her and those who stayed on the dais with her to file out. Lexington gives a long look over the assembled masses before taking a drink from a hipflask; old man is probably regretting coming back.

> [CURIOSITY] Should probably talk to the Harpy and Jo. They're right next to you now

> [PRIDE] These two girls next to you look like they're eyeing you up

> [PITY] Go help the guy who got creamed up. That was a big hit

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>> [CURIOSITY] Should probably talk to the Harpy and Jo. They're right next to you now

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> [CURIOSITY] Should probably talk to the Harpy and Jo. They're right next to you now

>>2160410
> [CURIOSITY] Should probably talk to the Harpy and Jo. They're right next to you now

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> [PRIDE] These two girls next to you look like they're eyeing you up

I wounder if we combine with this leader girl would we become whole argain

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Absentmindedly you just kind of gravitate to your amazon aquantance and her companion. "Hey Jo. Hi. That was something wasn't it?"

Jo grins at your approach and steps forward to hug you, a hand up at chest height seems to discourage her enough, "Yes! It's good to see that people won't get away with running their mouths and showing disrespect."

"Personally I think the staff shouldn't be beating the hell out of us-" The harpy butts in before offering you her talon in greeting. "I'm Stella do not try to call me my full name."

"It's Stellavaraniscous." Jo rattles of with impish glee, placing her hand in front of her chest like some kind of opera singer hitting a difficult note. Stella's feathers ruffle as she kicks at Jo's tree trunk like leg in frustration.

"Now she's gonna think I'm some kinda nerd you big brute!" She complains in a childlike manner. The flexibility of her uniform is impressive to accomodate that, the garments also somehow seem to have been sewn perfectly for her bright brown wings. This observation only leads you to note Stella has a bright red cloth belt rather than a cape.

> [CURIOSITY] How'd you get your name

> [PRIDE] Well Stellavaraniscous. I am Purps. A pleasure.

> [FRUSTRATION] Am I the only one annoyed we're not in dorms yet? I wanna settle.

> [DETERMINATION] Just came to remind you of that promise to watch each other's backs. There's a strong Darnite here.

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>[CURIOSITY] How'd you get your name?
You are writing about clothes a lot recently, Star. Are you going to start throwing in some braid tugging soon?

>>2163710
> [PRIDE] Well Stellavaraniscous. I am Purps. A pleasure.

>>2163710
>> [PRIDE] Well Stellavaraniscous. I am Purps. A pleasure.