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  1. Grim Wolf

    Kastoria's Foundation

    "Ugh...Hmm, interesting." The young man could not remember much of what had transpired before his wake. Nothing new to be honest, his memory was not the best so these things were known to happen to him from time to time. What he did know was that after all that had happened he felt entitled to sleep as long as was humanly possible. Maybe he would evolve into a feline and prance around Hyperion while showing off his new appearance. He'd probably be dead before the day was done. "Alright, the agenda of the day...should not begin without cleaning up this mess." Sitting upwards would reveal to him the truth of his words. His clothing was scattered here and there, his shoes were for some reason uncomfortably close to his face, and his briefs were on backwards. Not exactly sure how that last one could've even been possible, but knowing himself he had probably drank too much and blacked out. Oh, the joys of alcohol...we really should get some more. The day is young...right? "Oh shut up, you mental cunt." After minutes of cleaning, the place was in a better state than it had been in when he had entered it. Well, that was most certainly a lie but if no one questioned it then he could claim that fact and run with it. Now, since that was done and out the way, the new agenda of the day had to be something other than slumming around with the other regulars at the nearby taverns. "Heh, 'other' regulars. I've been here too long and I don't care, this place is going to be so cool in the near future." One thing he knew would have to be resolved before the day was done was to feed himself, and what better way to go about that then by taking a little stroll and picking whatever seemed to grip his interest the most. Besides that, there was nothing wrong with getting a workout in, especially if it was a sparring match with a willing participant. Maybe Jin? Surely he hadn't left yet, and there was nothing like working out with someone he considered on the path to friendship. Whatever his choice, it wouldn't be accomplished here, so once he had clean himself up and gotten dressed he would make his way down towards the streets. "Alright, let us see if...if...noodles? Hmm, I guess I can go for some noodles right now. Noodles, here I come!"
  2. Grim Wolf

    Neon Stalker [Quest-Closed]

    Three Hours Earlier... There it was, the letter that she had been waiting for. Upon the nightstand beside her bed it lay, a bit of concern clawing at the back her mind as to why the courier did not just slide it under the door. Was the objective too simple? Maybe picking a lock would have given the task a bit more excitement? Or better yet, had the possibly male courier had simply wanted to see an attractive young lady sleeping? Ugh, the latter did nothing but make her want to leave this inn before someone got in trouble, that someone being her peeping tom. Oh well, without any evidence to suggest any foul play besides the obvious invasion of privacy she took to getting ready for the next stage in her journey. Ahead would hopefully lead her towards a new teacher, someone who would be able to teach her more than just the basics of alchemy and the healing magics. While she knew little of the man she was targeting, she had heard of his talents from an apparent mutual friend they shared. In fact, this mutual friend had recommended him to her, as well as saying that he would send a (somewhat) letter of recommendation to him. When she had questioned him on the location of this man, she was only told that the letter would be sent, as well as a letter for herself as well. He was a very busy man he would tell her, and after sending the appropriate papers he was to move on to other things. A peculiar way to handle it from her perspective, but as long as the plan stayed the same she would not question it. Opening the parcel would show two items, one being what seemed to be directions to the man who was named 'Thorn' while the other item was a map. Well then, from what the directions would tell, this would take her some time to actually make it to this man's place of residence. Best she make sure she had gathered all of her equipment, for this trip could become eventful at any point in time. On her person, her armor adorning her left side as well as the armguard she wore attached to her right arm. A few herbs and other ingredients just in case she was called upon to exhibit her present knowledgee as an alchemist. As for her weapons, all three of her swords were fastened to her lower body, 'Negotiator' being the one placed upon her backside. From what she had heard/researched on Tia, this place had its' fair share of vampires walking around. Best not to let them get too close to her neck, then. Present Time... "Sergeant, report on your daily status." Her superior, in contact with her through a crystal that was imbued with magic. Helped wonders when she was away from home for days at a time. "Well, I'm currently not far from the man who I suspect will be able to train me in the art of healing magic as well as alchemy. If all goes to plan, this should be a rewarding trip." "Understood. Stay safe out there, Pletcher." "As always, Commander." Once the conversation was over she would continue onward, noting out to herself the differences out Tia from her own home. In fact, the entirety of Terrenus had some stark differences from home...nothing she couldn't handle, however. What mattered most was that she had now neared her hopeful teacher's home, the next step in her journey to become a respected Knight of her Order. Walking up to the door, a slow stride as she contemplated her words. Did this 'Thorn' know what she looked like? Would simply saying who she was and her reason for seeing the man be enough to convince him if no photo identification was available? It mattered not, as she was so close that ppondering on such things would make no real difference anymore. All she could do now, was knock on the door. And knock she did, three times in rapid succession before slowly bringing her hand back to her side. I wonder if he's even home? Lord knows where he'd be if not home...
  3. Grim Wolf

    Tiandi Wushu School of Martial Arts

    Alright, well it looked like the spar between the two would end here. Nothing wrong with that, especially since he was given a compliment on his control of his fire from Master Ren. Maybe, in time, he would learn enough to give him a true challenge. Oh, how that would be one of the better achievements in his life. After returning the bow, Mensa would return beside the other students. It would seem that the initial testing phase was soon over and they would pick which school they thought best suited them. Before that, however, there was one more style that they were to learn. And seeing as how Ren was calling up Master So to participate with him, this was going to be a nice showing. That is...is Master So could- "Oh, there he is." Huh, he could've sworn that he wasn't there for a moment. It was hard to note the exact time he noticed his disapperance, but he only seemed to take notice when he returned from...wherever it was that he had gone to. No matter, he was here now, and this showing was now ready to go down without any hitch. Well, almost any hitch. "Five miles...that's gonna take some time to traverse. Best get to it then!" With that, he'd make his way towards the cliff which Ren had mentioned to the students. Once there he would watch over the two masters prepping for their sparring session. Mensa was curious as to what this new school possessed, the possible potential that it held actually made him a little giddy. It would be interesting to see such a thing in person and, since they were told to watch it from a distance, it must have been very powerful. That, or it was simply because the ones practicing were simply that strong. A fair notion, either way.
  4. Grim Wolf

    The Cut and Jib: Adventurer's Tavern and Inn

    Before his question could be answered there would be another who would join the adventurers to-be. She would soon reveal herself to be none other than their contact, a beauty of a woman named Sariaa. Good thing that those drinks weren't alcohol-heavy, otherwise he might've made a mistake and embarrassed himself in front of everyone. She would speak of the Golden Jackals, all the while Mensa did his part in not showing that the mere mention of their name was an irritating feeling. To prey on those who couldn't protect themselves...it was such a cowardly thing to do. Now, maybe if they tried that while there were some guards and the like around, then he'd be a little more impressed with them. As it was, they were nothing more than petty criminals and, if he had his way, eventual soot that littered among the ground. Calm down. Sariaa would give the group the locations for which they could find their objectives for this quest. The first place was called 'The Peaceful Forest' which, ironic enough, was not peaceful to those who were not human. Well, no problems there, everyone here seemed to be human enough, so that part would not be much of an issue. Next up, 'The Forgotten Forest', a place that he believed to be a very dangerous place just for it's forgetful properties alone. If all of them were unfortunate enough to forget what they were there for, things could go south fairly quickly. After that, Ashville. He'd never been personally to the place but, from what he had heard painted it in a somewhat 'meh' light. There would be a merchant there whose name he left to those more proficient in the tongue to pronounce, and it was their job to find him. And then, just as quickly as she arrived, she would depart from the group. This would leave them so time to themselves to plan out their best course of action in order to complete the tasks. The question was a valid one. All he knew for certain that the Forgotten Forest would have to be best saved for last. Such a dangerous place could seriously screw with their plans, and it would be best if they completed two of the other three before taking that on. While the others would conversate about which path would be best, he thought of his own ideas so as to have them ready to share with the group when he felt they were complete. When heis thoughts were gathered, he would speak. "Well...why not save the Forgotten Forest for last? A whole lot of risk involved with that place, so I say we just wait until we have the other items gathered. As for whether or not we should go to the Peaceful Forest or Asheville first, whichever is closest to us will do. Either way, there should be enough of us to combat any issues we run into. Plus, I'm pretty confident that the majority of us here are human. Even if some aren't, we'll be fine! As a team, it'll be our responsibility to keep our own safe."
  5. Grim Wolf

    Tiandi Wushu School of Martial Arts

    As expected, many of his punches had been intercepted and blocked with seemingly what little resistance Mensa could see from Ren. However, he did notice the fact that his new mentor had resorted to using his technique from earlier in order to protect himself from the flames that emanated from his hands. Yes, that meant that progress was made, now all he had to do from this point onward was figure out the best option possible in order to combat this skill of Ren's. His thoughts were hampered somewhat, a part of his attention still focused upon his opponent. That defense was nearly unbreakable, at least, that was all that he could learn from it at such an early stage of the training. He had to learn this technique himself or, if applicable, some variant of it. Maybe it would consist of...hmm...maybe it could consist of shaping his own fire into a solid form, eventually giving it the strength to emulate such a useful technique. Wait...but, I can already do that. Somewhat, anyway. Ah, that was correct. He knew how to shape his flames into a solid form, but it was more of a technique still in it's infant stages. While he could form it into a solid form around his body (in the appearance of samurai armor for the 'cool' factor), the protection that it actually offered was minimal at best, not enough to do anything of sufficient use while going up against such an opponent as Ren. "Oh well, best we work out some of those kinks before I leave." A thought given life by Mensa's unawareness of speaking his thoughts aloud. No matter, for while he continued to throw his futile punches he would attempt to find a more appropriate time to back off in order to 'suit up' for lack of a better term presently. Unfortunately...there would be a slight problem with that. A knee...crashing into his gut with a lot of unwanted force behind it. That was the problem. The solution? Drop to one knee in obvious pain while clutching your gut with both hands. "Nope!" Quickly rising to his feet once again before creating space between the two. A few fireballs for good measure, but this was getting a little sad on his side in Mensa's eyes. Sure, no one is going to outbest the master during the very first spar, but it just didn't seem like he was having much luck with this session. He was clearly outmatched, his flames weren't doing much of anything, and now both his chin and his gut were aching. This spar is starting to heat up! I can see why he's a mentor and not some scrub. Still, I wonder if it's best to put so much effort into it on the first day? Maybe see if anyone else is up for a turn? "Mister Ren." Before he was to ponder his next move, if there was to be a next move, he wanted to make sure he wasn't overstepping how long a spar session was supposed to take. He had to be mindful of the others, especially since he was revving to go another round. "Exactly how long do we have for this spar? I'm not taking up anyone else's time, am I?"
  6. Grim Wolf

    The Cut and Jib: Adventurer's Tavern and Inn

    Ah, today was to be a special day, he could feel it! Well, exaggerating the truth somewhat was his forte, but no one could deny that Mensa didn't know what was in store for him. Another chapter in his adventures through Hyperion, and for all intents and purposes, they had been pretty amazing so far. He had gotten to be apart of this wonderful thing, this idea, and watched as it slowly blossomed into something that would surely be great in the near future. But there was something that impeded that growth, and the reason he had made the trip to the Laconia district was because of just that. "Golden Jackals, huh?" Indeed, he had heard about these no-good bootlickers some time ago and, if not for some kind folks talking him out of it, he'd have gladly named it open season on all of them. Instead, here he was, the Cut and Jib Tavern, his most favorite place in the district. He'd visit at least once whenever in the area, and the regulars had gotten acquainted to his 'overwhelming' presence. Enough so that when he kicked the doors in, they would immediately know that it was in fact him. Probably because he was the only person to do that...and he always had to pay for new doors. "Mensa!" They would greet him as best as their drunken minds could manage. It was all well, because while the slurred words left their mouths he couldn't help but illuminate the tavern with a large smile. It wasn't home, but it was a nice substitute...you know, because everything wasn't trying to kill you all the time. And that was nice. "You bums are drunk already? Go home to your beds, you vampires!" As the tavern roared with laughter he would take a quick second to glance over to where the fireplace was, nodding at any who made eye contact from the area. He figured those already assembled were to be his compatriots for their little quest, and they seemed like they were good enough to handle themselves. No judging books right now, for any help was appreciated, 'slong as you weren't a liability of course. But, since he was in the tavern...there wasn't anything wrong with ordering his usual, was there? Nothing wrong with it, nothing at all! Let's see if our 'drinking buddies' remember how we do things around here. "Alright! Mensa Voss here, ready to order!" Alright, the regulars had begun to show their remembrance. Staring the young man down, a grin the only confirmation they needed before he began to speak once more. "I!" "I!" "Need!" "Need!" "My!" "My!" "SEVEN DRAGON BAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!" Cue the nearly minute long yelling of the word 'Ballz'. And then, by the time everyone had finished nearly yelling their lungs out of their mouths, the drinks were already ready for him. "Oh! Why thank you, dove!" Once he had taken the tray containing his seven 'drinks' he would make his way over to the fireplace, smile still ever present upon his face as he would formally greet his assumed team. "Hello, all. Mensa Voss, pyromancer and of-age delinquent, happy to assist you on this great day!" He would then make his way over to an empty seat, taking his sweet time before downing all of his 'drinks' like it was nothing. After he was done, a waitress would walk over and take the tray and cups away from him, a wink from both parties before he refocused back onto his team. "So, is this everyone or...not?"
  7. Grim Wolf

    Tiandi Wushu School of Martial Arts

    The initial fireballs did about as well as one could have expected when they were simply meant for distraction purposes, but the way in which Ren had so casually deflected them was what made Mensa a little hesitant. As if they were nothing, something akin to flies irritating someone who was stocked to the teeth with swatters and the like. It was a little unnerving, sure, but he would not be deterred when he had already committed to his movements. Ren would take that commitment, and make it look like a trivial pursuit to avoid it. First off, he pulled a manuever which would've made anyone (especially those with the name Beckham) jealous with how he was able to bend. But no matter, for he would surely hit his mark when he went to throw his punch, right? Wrong. The bending Ren was at such an angle that attempting to punch him would mean that Mensa would've had to lower himself closer to the ground, a move that could prove fruitless if he was somehow knocked down. So, instead of continuing with his original plan he would make an abrupt audible on the fly. Now, he would attempt to stomp his opponent, but the attempt would not come soon enough as Ren would then swing his feet upwards which had come as a complete surprise to the young man. He had not thought of the concept that such a thing was possible, though the thought would ring violently around his head as his chin got slaughtered. And before he knew it, he was on his back. Left hand caressing his chin, right hand struggling not to accompany it with a facepalm, instead reaching for the hat that had flown off of his top. The man he was going up against was well-versed in the martial arts, of course he could pull off such a stunt! Mensa did not want to believe he left himself open to such an obvious attack that, for all intents and purposes, he should've seen coming. Oh well...lesson learned, now time to get up. Fluke...that's all that was, a fluke! I can do much better than that, I swear it! "Ohh, you got me good!" A smile upon his face, he would rise back to his feet before tipping his hat to Ren. Left hand still carressed his chin, but as his right hand left the tip of his hat it would fully become engulfed in flame. Once the left hand left his chin it too would be surrounded by flames. "Now...let's try that again, eh?" This time, instead of charging forwards towards his opponent he would instead slowly close in on him, his hands up while he calculated the best course of action to take once he was close enough. The stance he had taken had the look and make of a boxer, even coming equipped with a little footwork once the two were near the other. And then, he would make his move. He would attempt to hit Ren with a varying combination of jabs, hooks, and crosses. All punching combinations, and many aimed at the body while the occasional punch would go for a head blow. With his hands on fire the stakes were raised a bit, as the chance of getting burnt was higher now. However, an observant individual would be able to notice that during the moments where he switched to a more defensive stance, his head was never unguarded. In his attempts to protect himself from enduring such a blow again, he unknowingly left his entire body wide open.
  8. Grim Wolf

    We Shall Hunt Them In The Streets [OOC]

    Forgot Aves wasn't posting. Sorry for the wait, I'll try to be more active since it's basically just the two of us. Any plans heading forward? I've introduced the staircase that goes upwards (did not include how many floors the building had, you can do so if you'd like) and we can eventually have the duo reaching the top and battling Lysander and the other members of her cult. I'm planning on introducing some vampires in my next post, and depending on what you do for your post they'll either be numerous and a tough little challenge, or a few of the small fries trying to pick on them (and fail). Plus, we can have them split up and divide and conquer the floors if you want, though I reckon they'll both need to be present for the Boss fight.
  9. It was interesting, Dan showing his prowess with technology. Well...it was either that, or he was showing off his criminal background with the ease at which he was able to deduce how to open said door. She was not sure which option it was, and for the sake of the mission she would put it to the back of her thoughts. With their way in now secured she knew only that these vampires' lifespans had become forfeit. "Thank you for your assistance in the matter. Now it's time to trek forward and rid this city of these vermin." Entering the dim-lit building would show random furniture and decorations scattered all about the first room. In the center stood a staircase, one that she presumed led to Lysander once they reached the top. However, something did not seem right about how quiet everything had seemed. Here they were, on a mission to kill any and all vampires they had the fortune to come across, and...it was quiet. Besides the off chance one listened to the footsteps in the distance, not much was happening here. Could this have been the wrong door? What if this was simply a decoy manuever set up in order to throw them off of the trail? No. This is the right building, it has to be! We're only on the first floor, our journey has not even begun to end yet! We must trek onwards. "Alright. I will not lie, the eerie quietness about this place has me somewhat on edge. If this truly is the lair of the vile vampires, then where...are they hiding?" This would partially be directed towards Dan, but at this point she was merely thinking aloud while pondering over the situation. She did not want to go into this any further unless she was sure that this was not either a blatant trap, or a deliberate attempt to attack her psyche before they pounced upon her. And Dan...before they pounced on him as well. Slowly she would make her way towards the staircase, her silver sword in hand in case any unwanted guests tried to get the jump on her. This floor seemed to be quiet enough to warrant no further reason to check it...however, proper protocol did not make light of the fact that you are to clear the current floor before moving on to the others. While slightly reluctant, Magnolia could not bring herself to disregard this crucial fact. It could save their lives and, if lucky, they would actually find some vampires simply hiding in the shadows waiting for them to slaughter them. "Change of plans. We should clear this floor first, it'll make sure that there are no vampires lurking in the shadows while plotting their ambush on us. Name of the game is the same, if you spot 'em, kill 'em."
  10. Grim Wolf

    Tiandi Wushu School of Martial Arts

    And now, for the moment that he had been waiting for since the sparring had first began...it was time for Mensa to get in on some of that action! Of course, this wouldn't be easy. Not in the slightest. But! That would not deter him, for he was confident that he had something to bring to the table. For while he was unsure of the others' ability to do so (with a small bit of uncertainty with Jin and Rou), he was more of a magic-oriented fighter. And, last time he had checked, flames could really hurt. A lot. Something he knew all too well. "Alright, time to get this party started." He would stand, dusting himself off as he walked towards his teacher. Mensa had seen him handle himself very well against all forms of combat thrown his way so far, but as for whether or not he would fare well against a full-blown magical assault was up in the air. He had seen him go on the offensive as much as the defensive, so this would surely be a great learning experience if nothing else. Ah, but this was still a sparring session, so no need to do anything overly dramatic. Well...maybe just a little bit of drama wouldn't hurt, right? "Let's make it a spectacle." It was then that he would engulf himself in flames for a brief moment, though this was purely a gesture that he did for show. The flames were not of sufficient heat to actually do much harm to anyone, as Mensa was more or less putting on a show at this point. However, he was not by any means treating this as a chance to show off his magical affinity for fire, oh no...Okay, so he was kind of doing just that, but it wasn't the prioirty in this situation, dammit! Now, just a little more than a yard away from each other, Mensa thought of how he could potentially get the better of his opponent in the match. Surely going in for melee would leave him at a disadvantage, but what if he found a way to change that? For starters, while he himself was a magic user, he was not fond of using ranged manuevers. Being in the thick of it was always nice for an adrenaline boost, no matter the eventual outcome. And the more he thought about it, the more the answer became clear to him. We'll just rush him and go from there. We've done this often enough, we'll be fine. "Alright. Well, here goes nothing." He would then rush forward, closing the gap between the two as an idea of what was to come next began piecing itself together in his mind. Could it be something to do with punches? Would it be a kick or two? Maybe even utilize his magical abilities to give himself a slight edge? Whatever he would choose, it would have to be quick. As he neared his opponent he would shoot off two small fireballs in rapid succession towards Ren's face before preparing to throw what appeared to be a right jab. In his mind, given that he had a running start, the jab would surely pack more of a punch. Once close enough, he would throw his punch, though he decided against an attempt to the face in favor of a more viable body shot. He aimed for the ribs in particular, as enough power blows to those would surely end this bout.
  11. Grim Wolf

    Messenia's Foundation

    Over her temporary stay here in the budding land of Hyperion, Magnolia not only helped the various civilians and Enforcers with their duties, but kept herself entertained as well. Inbetween lending a helping hand she found peace in learning a little about those whom she helped, and although it would take much longer for her to include them into her studies she would still pick on a a neat little tidbit of information here and there. But when not indulging herself in studying, she would find a nice and quiet area and simply...be alone. Yes, while being around others was great and all, there was no excuse for reporting in to her superiors back home. Once every week, when her tasks were complete, she would report back with what she learned and how long she believed it would take for the completion of Messenia. Today was no different in that regard. "How fares the construction, Sergeant?" "So far it is nearing its' final stages of completion. Well, at least the Messenia district anyways. I'll need to do a quick check-up of the other districts to see where the overall completion percentage lies, but if my estimations are correct it should be done sometime...within the year." "Haha! Well I'm glad your estimations are so positive, Dove. Keep us updated on your eventual return, we've a special treat for you when you get back." "Understood. Pletcher out." However, her superiors were not the only ones she kept in contact with. In fact, there was one person whom she kept in daily contact with. This person...was her father. "Maggie?" "Hello, Father." "Ah, always a pleasure to hear from you. Daily, in fact! How goes your travels? Everything fine?" "Yes, thank you for asking. I don't think this should take much longer so I'm guessing I'll arrive home sometime in the upcoming months. Has the Commander spoken to you about something regarding me lately?" "Aye, that he did. Top secret, so I can't let you in on it until you've come home." "Hmm...please?" "Ah, still trying to play to me heart, eh? It won't get you anywhere this time." "Had to try, right?" It was then that she would hear the collapse of what could have only been a building, followed by the sounds of concerned citizens. This could be a problem, for if there was a collapsed building then who knows how many people could have been caught under the rubble? She needed to help, no matter how big or small the incident, she would not just let others handle it when she was capable to assist. "Father, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Duty calls." Once their conversation had ended she would stand upright and head off towards where the sounds were coming from. Now she heard more than just concern; seemed like their were a bunch of swordsmen or miners working on the debris. This would be partially true once she arrived, as their was a singular man doing his best to get through the rubble to access whoever was trapped inside or behind it. There were a few others who would attempt to assist the man as well but...their efforts did not seem to hold the same weight as his did. No matter, at least they were giving it their best, as she would have hoped from everyone who witnessed it. "Alright, looks like I might need to employ some 'Divine' intervention." She unsheathed her trusty sword who, coincedentally enough, shared the same name as the terrible pun she tried to make to introduce it. The holy sword mainly saw use against those of demonic descent, but today it seemed a bit more fitting to use in this situation. Her other two swords may not have been durable enough to clear a way, as they were not suited to attacking things with skin as hard as rocks and metal...probably. But this was no time for experimentation, this weas a time that called for action! "I shall assist you in this endeavor, sir." And, with sword drawn, she would seemingly begin to make short work of the rubble that stood in her path. Her strength, adding to the sharpness and overall cutting ability of her blade, was a valuable assest in such a time as this. And hopefully, as her flurry of sword swings would eventually speed up to rival that of the man beside her, those unfortunate enough to be trapped would simply wait just a little longer.
  12. Grim Wolf

    Tiandi Wushu School of Martial Arts

    Alright, everyone had been properly introduced, and thus the sparring matches with their new mentor would soon commence! First up was Double T, giving Mensa the impression that this contest would be more along the lines of strength against speed. However, as their sparring match would show him, Ren was more than capable of holding himself against Trey's raw power, a feat that was very impressive in his eyes. He even managed to throw the larger man, which would elicit a look of pure amazement from the young man's face. "Tiger style, huh?" He'd silently speak to himself, wondering if such a school would benefit his lack of physical prowess when it came to fighting. Next up, Jinsoku. Oh, this was going to be a very interesting bout if he had to say so...and he did. Mister Ren had shown that simple power would not do much against him, but from what he knew of Jin, raw power did not seem to be his cup of tea. Granted, he may have been powerful, but he was sure that there was more to it than that. And not long after Ren would announce for Jin to step up, the two would begin. As he initially thought (and hoped), the spar had not only given him a chance to better know those who he would be working with, but to give him an enjoyable time as well. 'Twas the introduction of the 'Turtle Style', as well as it also setting up an apparent reunion of sorts between Jin and...whoever this random woman was. Hmm, I'm guessing Jin knows her...but, is she a student as well? This'll be a neat little mystery to unravel... And then Ren allowed her to join in on the sparring. Mystery solved. So, student then. This'll spice things up a little bit. Next up was Delphine, and the list was getting shorter by the minute. Soon it would be his turn to face Ren, and his stomach was riddled with butterflies at the prospect of sparring with the man. It would be interesting, this man was clearly much more inclined to the martial side of things than he was, and yet he didn't care much. A spar was a spar, and no one said that he couldn't use magic to try and burn a few hairs here and there. However, as Ren and Delphine continued their session, the butterflies would soon fade away. They had arrived due to slight unnerve on his part, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he was getting. Sure, being outclassed in almost every way when in a fighting situation is never a fun thing, it wasn't like he was just going to let himself keel over and submit. No, this was going to be a showing of epic proportions! At least from his perspective, anyway. "Hey Jin, good showing out there with Mister..." Oh. Looks like his lady friend was congratulating him on his showing as well. Well, it was deserved...he guessed. "...Ren. Heh, nice to know that you're not all business over there." And then...came an outsider. This guy here was a bit overdressed for a sparring session if Mensa had anything to say about it, but he didn't judge. Openly, anyway. But it was a bit funny how he seemed to pick Jin out of everyone who was in attendence, as if he somehow knew how strong he was. Well unfortunately for him, it didn't seem like he was a student, and double for the fact that Jin turned his offer down. And...did he...did he have a tail? Just who was this guy!? "Um, well if you really want, I'm guessing you can take Jin's advice and try to join the school." He doubted he'd actually get accepted, but there was no need to be negative about it. "Right now we're just doing some sparring against Mister Ren over there so, I don't know, you can probably wait your turn if you get accepted. For now...maybe you'd be more comfortable if you just calmed down a little and took some of that there armor off. This here is a sparring session, not a joust."
  13. Grim Wolf

    Dancing on Moonbeams!

    The streets of Reno were choc-full of wonderful sights and smells, all probably just for this day. Special day it was, he wondered what it was usually like here. Were things just as bright then? Or, more likely, were they more toned down and reserved? He wouldn't blame them, getting all dressed up for guests and whatnot could really be taxing on someone's wallets...which was something the Grand Kommandant would hopefully keep in mind. "Hmm...We've finally made it." He would say, a sigh of relief leaving him as he marveled at the amazing structure before him. The journey here had a few twist and turns, and he had gotten lost more then he would've cared to admit (even with the help of those who were guiding him), but being fashionably late was never not cool. As he turned, he noticed that few of the crowd who had joined him in reaching the castle were still around, and once he had reached his location even mor of them had dispersed. Oh well, maybe they had other things to do than party with some big shots? "Well, time to make an appearance. I wonder how subtle I should be?" None. There should be absolutely none. "Hmm, well when I put it that way..." Alright, time to see what this little party was all about. Time to put on his best smile on knock these people dead. Well, not litrally...that wouldn't fly too well with certain customs. But enough about that, this place was beautiful! So many decorations, people were all fancy-shmancy, and the chandelier action was oh so nice. Surely if the people outside were okay with him being a flaming hot ball of beautiful fire...then why not these people as well? So with a grin on his face, he encased himself in flames, making sure they weren't hot enough to do any actual damage (because people get cranky when their clothes go up in smoke). Then, he would shape the flames in such a way that they made him appear to have wings, because wings are cool, and everyone knows it. Then, once his godly appearance had surely made everyone either awe in amazement or swoon in bewilderment, he'd officially cement his arrival with a few kind words... "Entering stage left, all the way from Tellus Mater, stands the young man who dazzles all who look upon his flames and wish of one day reaching the greatness that I claim for myself. His name...is MENSA VOSS! AND.HE.IS.HERE.TO.PAR-TAY!!!" Nice. Meanwhile... "Lady Moira! Lady Moira!" "Let me guess, Mensa finally decided to show up, did he?" "Yes, he's finally here!" "Hmm...let's wrap this up. No point in keeping him waiting, right?"