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 Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 6:53 pm
[ Just RP: HP 30 / 40 HP ]She saw him. She didn't see him fall, someone or something blocked her vision for a moment. When that had passed, sombra wasn't to be seen. Had be moved? No. Still there, she saw, still coming closer. Fallen. "Jake," she said, kneeling to see how he was. All there was left, was a puppet. An empty puppet, like the one she'd seen of herself in strange room. "Jake?" Dead. That's what he was. A very familiar sensation creeped through her. Loss, pain, sadness. She felt like she was going to cry. A sleepy voice rumbled in her mind, gentle but unconcerned. "I don't know," she whispered. She knew Armagnac had not been paying attention. Maybe she was right, maybe it was just a nightmare. But... they were all there together. And the Queens. Echos of past events. With a sigh, she placed on hand on sombra's shoulder. "Be safe." She'd cry later. For now, she'd just...hope the world didn't end. Everything would be alright if they stopped the Queen, right? MY STATS My character's username: Waffleberry My character's level: 67 Character's HP: 30/40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: -- Current Guild: Vicious Streak Location: where ever this is Small IC description of character: White rabbit with blonde hair~ red dress with white accessories. Super cute and happy. Character journal: Battle Log
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musicaloner7 generated a random number between
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8!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 6:54 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ] Startled by the appearance of loads of mirrors, AncientPages backed away from them to catch his quickened breath, and slow his racing heart. But one of the mirrors started to form a vision... a somewhat familiar looking one, in that it contained.. himself in it. Adjusting his spectacles, the doormouse approached curiously, watching.
It was him... going to the school he'd been longing to! the one Boi had told him a little about. Wow.. it was so grand! but... looking over his shoulder, the sight of his two split families were in view... and the fear and worry gripped his stomach. Was... this the right thing to do? To leave them to their own devices...? what if something bad happened because he wasn't there...? The image was haunting... and so was the flash of the queen appearing in the mirror in place of the vision, making him gasp, and retaliate against it quickly, with a flick of his tail, smashing the mirror. His rounded, large ears perked with shock to see another on the other side, instantly giving apology, "I-I'm so sorry! What... I had no idea!" why was someone on the other side of this..?
Lilwolfpard sorry for this 10 damage, if your characters still around! CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE character bio My character's username: AncientPages My character's level: 21 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Doormouse Current party: --- Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character: a lean, tanned gent, with a cobra tail. he wears his hair with heavy straight bangs, long strands on the side, with the back pinned up with a decorative chopstick. He's got pale piercing eyes, black scelera, and slits for pupils, and a smart pair of stylish rectangular glasses. Character journal: link
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 6:55 pm
[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO KnottedLips: 10 / 40 HP ] She glanced up and saw the mirror. She felt nothing, she did nothing and simply stared at it.
Then came the expected shatter and the weapon slammed against her.
She gave the girl a sad smiled and just shook her head.
"It doesn't... matter. Not here. Not anymore...."
How she wanted to sleep.
Seiana_ZI No retaliation, Phymi is 10000000% done. MY STATS My character's username: Phymi My character's level: 40 Character's HP: 43 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: White Castle Small IC description of character: On the shorter side, wearing a brown and white cheshire coat, blue scarf, and a tail. Cat ears and tail are both brown as well. She's got orange hair and orange eyes, and both knees. Very important. She sort of loves cheshire grins these days. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 6:56 pm
[ Just Rp: 30 / 40 Hp ]Pumcat tenses up waiting for a counter attack expected it honestly but when none came she looks to the boy she hit he seems slightly upset but over all fairly calm and almost at ease suddenly his pocket card starts beeping a beep she knew all to well meant low Hp "Oh no!" she gasps quickly realizing what was happening as the boy sighs then lays down and doesn't move after The little cheshire cat wraith's ears pin back and her eyes widen as she stumbles back then falls and lands infront of Briar while looking at the now lifeless puppet "Im sorry..." she says finally after a long moment with a few tears in her eyes before looking guiltily up at Briar then back down at the ground not wanting to look at the puppet any longer Her tail curls around her leg as she tries to sort out what just happened she had killed someone accidentally of course but done all the same she felt terrible about it and while she had dissipated other students in her old school in battles she knew they'd be alright that they'd just respawn but here in this Wonderland game? What happens to people killed here? She wondered if they would just respawn like in most games however in some games it was just game over... maybe... maybe that meant... She looks up at Briar with a sad but hopeful expression "Maybe he'll just wake up now?" she says softly she hoped so... [A.V.] Just her response to killing him MY STATS Username: Pumcat Level: 37 Hp: 30 Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith For more details see my Battle Entry Log
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a-disgruntled-dragon generated a random number between
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7!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 6:58 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 10 / 40 HP ] Not again. Please. No. Please. End this.
The mirror was empty.
The only thing within the mirror was a hazy ideal of what Hamika wished she could have. A friend, a close friend, who didn't judge her or turn her away. Someone who would care and befriend her.
But it was hazy. As though she wouldn't even be there regardless.
The Queen's visage though. That was clear..
Phymi stared up at the mirror, and at the Queen mocking her, and she gave a look of apathy and emptiness.
Go ahead. Mock her. Goad her into attacking the rest of them.
Phymi was dead anyway.
She swung her machette into the bottom of the mirror with enough force to shatter it, but no intention of attacking the person behind it. Still, the shards would do the damage for her.
And then Phymi used the last of her energy, the last of her movement to sit herself up on her knees.
And point her machette at her own chest.
"Just... let me end it..." her voice was soft, her voice was shaking, but it held resolve.
She closed her eyes and pushed.
If this is how she went out... then at least she went by her own hand. At least she freed herself from the pain and the torment of the Queen. Regardless if she ever woke up again.
She wondered if she should tell that gryphon that she'd wished she could have actually been friends with him...
Hmm... wasn't she thinking a lot for being dead...? Her eyes opened and she still sat there, blade pointed at her chest.
No... no no.... nononononon nononno!
She was still alive.
No let me end this! Let me end this!Magician Arcana Pretty sure your character is hit more by the glass shards than Phymi xD CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE MY STATS My character's username: Phymi My character's level: 40 Character's HP: 43 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: White Castle Small IC description of character: On the shorter side, wearing a brown and white cheshire coat, blue scarf, and a tail. Cat ears and tail are both brown as well. She's got orange hair and orange eyes, and both knees. Very important. She sort of loves cheshire grins these days. Character journal: Here
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Seiana_ZI generated a random number between
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12!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:01 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 10 HP / 40 HP ]It seemed to be a lot easier said than done to keep avoiding looking at the mirrors, as Blightning was attempting to, keeping his head down.
Of course, that was also in part because it was hard to keep his head up. His head felt so ... heavy ... like a rock. He felt like there was not a few pound skull on his neck, but a boulder, weighing him down as the rest of his body throbbed in pain.
Biggie apparently saw something in the mirror, and then proceeded to set himself on fire. Unfortunately, Q didn't have her jar thing, so it wasn't like they could just set him off fire. All Blightning had was knuckle blades which were not particularly useful for de-setting things on fire, so hopefully Biggie's methods would work. Blightning was finding it hard to breathe anyway, considering his chest felt tight, and his limbs felt heavy like strongman weights.
Q--or Piper, really--seemed to see something too. Curiously, he craned his head a tad and attempted to see what was in her mirror, figuring that if he stayed on her side of the mirror, she couldn't be confused and hit him by accident. He didn't think he could take another hit, not with how terrible he felt.
She seemed to be seeing something happy, at least. And -- resisting the urge to smash the mirror, it just smashed anyway? Blightning winced as he saw the shards reflect back at Q, making a small sound of concern. He wouldn't look at the mirrors. He wouldn't look at them. He wouldn't--
Dammit.
"You!"
"Me?" Ignatius pointed to himself, an amused smirk dancing on his face. "What about me?"
"I challenge you!" The man who was taller than he was looked rather enraged. There was fire in his eyes--though that wasn't necessarily unusual, admittedly--but the balrog looked like he was breathing fire through his nostrils. That was legitimately a little unusual. What exactly had he done to invoke this kind of rage? Ignatius wasn't sure what he had done to the other to upset him so much-- so much that he was ready to challenge him.
"You're serious."
"Yes."
Well then.
Ignatius did not back down from a challenge. He knew he was strong and agile on his own, and he had full confidence in his own superpowers lightning capabilities. He moved to a defensive position, summoning some lightning into his hands, the air around him sparking as he stared on the pits of hellfire themselves.
"You're on."
The balrog roared and charged at him, throwing the fire at him with all he had. The lightning in Ignatius' hands was immediately shot out, the other man doing a roll by him afterwards to avoid any further hits.
When the balrog roared, Ignatius laughed, levitating slightly as his relation to the ghosts had thought. "Come and get me!"
He saw the White Queen's face, and it enraged him, but he knew he shouldn't bother hitting the mirror. He didn't have the energy too, anyway. His arms were too heavy, and the lack of energy made his chest felt even tighter. He couldn't do what he wanted. He was restricted.
That was terrifying, far more terrifying than anything that a mirror could show him--though, admittedly, that vision was pretty badass, fire and lightning flying through the air--
Despite him holding back, like it did for Q, it still shattered, but it shattered outwards, this time hitting someone else. Blightning caught the hit from his position on the ground, offering a, "I didn't even touch the mirror!" of distress.kuumeii RoyalBlightning attacks n0mn0ms for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror! kaefaux for comicbooky relevant prompt answers CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE My Stats My character's username: RoyalBlightning My character's level: 44 Character's HP: 40 Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: Small IC description of character: Tall, with dark skin and dark hair. His eyes glow faintly, and parts of his skin do in the same color, blue streaks and freckles throughout. He seems fairly athletic. He wears the clothing of the Insane Mad Hatter, but in bright blues and bright purples, looking distinctly mad indeed. Character journal: here
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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musicaloner7 generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
18!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:02 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]
Well... this was a much better image. Him, surrounded by friends, with high praise in school, graduating top of his class... a romantic interest... it was enough to make AncientPages' smile brighten, and his cheeks warm with heat, his cobra tail mimicking his livened demeanor... but of course that had to be shut down quickly... with the appearance of that dreaded queen, bringing him back down. Again, he lashed out, in an uncharactaristic way, finding another person on the other side of the mirror, "another one... again..?" quickly, he gave his apologies, bowing a few times, before backing away to try and clear his head. What was going on with him?
Natsuko-neko sorry for this 10 damage, if your characters still around! CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE character bio My character's username: AncientPages My character's level: 21 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Doormouse Current party: --- Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character: a lean, tanned gent, with a cobra tail. he wears his hair with heavy straight bangs, long strands on the side, with the back pinned up with a decorative chopstick. He's got pale piercing eyes, black scelera, and slits for pupils, and a smart pair of stylish rectangular glasses. Character journal: link
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musicaloner7 generated a random number between
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:04 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]
Another image similar to his first one was produced. Except this time, it was a different situation... in this vision, AncientPages was finding a place for himself, a home to call his own. And like the first one, he was met with the worry of his family... That constant nagging, dreading worry. Picture whisked away, replaced with another sight of that wretched queen, he gave a frustrated growl, and attacked this mirror like the others! as if something had come over him, out of his control... met with the sight of another victim because of him. This was getting terrifying, stammered apologies barely making it from his lips, as he started to back peddle, a hand placing to his cheek in disbelief of what he'd done.
endejester sorry for this 10 damage, if your characters still around! CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE character bio My character's username: AncientPages My character's level: 21 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Doormouse Current party: --- Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone. Small IC description of character: a lean, tanned gent, with a cobra tail. he wears his hair with heavy straight bangs, long strands on the side, with the back pinned up with a decorative chopstick. He's got pale piercing eyes, black scelera, and slits for pupils, and a smart pair of stylish rectangular glasses. Character journal: link
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quite uneventful generated a random number between
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7!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:07 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 20 HP / 40 HP ] Mirror prompt reaction here (what they saw in the mirror.
TARGET RPERS NAME HERE Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror! CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE Post your BLUE QUEEN'S CARD MY STATS  My character's username: OCTOPU55Y
My character's level: 44 +50exp
Character's HP: 40
Character's Job Class: Doormouse Doctor.
Current party: N/A
Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark
Location: ???
Small IC description of character: A dark-grey skinned female with scales and bright neon marks littered all over her body. She has bold purple hair pulled into a side ponytail, and purple eyes to match, with her sclera completely black. With fins replacing her ears as well as webbing trailing from one finger to the other, this girl looks aquatic.
Character journal: ALL DA PU55Y
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DarkHeartedSorrow generated a random number between
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:21 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 30 HP / 40 HP ] He was going to cry. He was going to literally shed real tears for the first time in years.
Okay, it like a week.
But he was going to cry over a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, and that just meant he'd officially hit rock bottom. He'd hit bedrock bottom. Lowest of the low.
He rolled over and groaned pitifully, holding his stomach. "I should have picked the ham and cheese. Why didn't I just pick the ham and cheese. I always pick the ham and cheese. But nooo, I wanted a change today. I woke up and said, Feng, buddy, you're going to eat a peanut-butter and jelly today and you're going to enjoy that change." A tear seriously leaked out of the corner of his eye, he was in that much pain. He didn't even know a bad pbj could cause this much grief.
"I'm never eating pb n j sandwiches ever again. I don't care if it's the only thing on the menu. I'm never cheating on ham and cheese again, I swear. I'm a one sandwich man."This time he threw his hose at the mirror just because it was pathetic. And it was making him a little nauseous. He should have expected it to go through again and hit another person. He clutched at the hair at his temples. "Oh my god I'm an idiot."nothing yet Whalelord attacks KEYS for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror! CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE MY STATS My character's username: Whalelord My character's level: 30 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Small IC description of character: Burgundy hatter with floppy black hair. probably flails. most likely looks dumb. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:21 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 20 HP / 40 HP ] She turned slowly (the only way she could turn at this point) at the sound of glass shattering behind her. Another mirror broken, another person down... It would be her soon she found herself hoping; a thought that surprised her at the realization. She had never hoped for death before. Would it be better to die in battle? Or to lose herself to the stone stiffness that was taking over her body? CorvidaeCat lowered her eyes to the marionette that had fallen; a Doormouse, from the looks of things. Had she met any of those? Was it someone she knew? No, not from the game, but there was something familiar; something that stood out. Tail feathers. Her eyes went wide, heart catching in her chest, a lump forming in her throat. She hadn't known this player in Wonderland, but the similarities he shared with someone she did know brought her ambling slowly closer until she was by his side. As carefully as she could she lowered herself to the ground, working her fingers free from the grip of her blades so that she could reach out to gently tuck a strand of blue hair away from the Mouse's face. "Pachua..." She murmured softly, feeling tears sting her eyes. It looked so much like him. How...? CorvidaeCat's teeth sank into her lower lip as she held back any other words she might have to say, refusing to let the water welling in her eyes fall. She hadn't known him here... But the others, they had, and certainly they would have something more to say than she. As long as they didn't expect her to leave... Because she wouldn't, most likely couldn't. Her own body began to settle into a defensive pose, one hand reaching to take hold of her weapon again. The marionette shell might have been empty, but if there was any chance at all of bringing him back she'd stay. MY STATS My character's username: CorvidaeCat My character's level: 29 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: N/A - Red Court Small IC description of character: If it weren't for the feathers, one might think that Corvidae was meant to be a cat... Character journal: BATTLE ENTRY LOG
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molly8972 generated a random number between
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10!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:23 pm
Damage:0 YourMummy sees a memory swim to the top of his head as he starts to feel scared of what is around him. What was going on? Why did he feel such irrational fear? But he couldn't stop feeling the fear no matter how hard he tried. Suddenly he saw his Auntie. Auntie coughing up blood. Akhem ran to her. "Auntie! Auntie! What is going on?!" "Nothi-cough- dear-cough- go -to bed-cough" she motioned him away. "No we need to call for help!" "I'll be fi-" She delved into a coughing fit covering the towel she was holding in blood. Ahem felt a cold fear grip his heart as he watched his matron delve deeper into a coughing fit and kill her esophagus with blood. OOC My character's username: YourMummy My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: None Currently Current Guild: None Currently Location: Small IC description of character: 6'0" male. Hair is white, long and choppy tied off with some yellowing bandaged strips. Has golden eyes like the color of burnished treasure. Don't be alarmed if you catch a glance of a skeletal foot or some ribs poking out. Character journal: Here
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:30 pm
[ ROUND 2 REPLY Mut, Matt, Chaya: HP 20 / 40 HP ] "I am sorry, Nom." She said, a hint of sadness in her usually loud and boisterous voice. She had a glance around at who the small girl was with, her face going stern. "Look after her!" She snapped, "It is no good for her to be crying here. You must all look after each other." She didn't know what they were, who they were, but it was sound advice. "I must...I need to keep moving." She had to find Shik, if she could, in that darkness. Or Lifen, or Lan, or Yves or Iyari. Any of the others. Where were they all? With one last gaze to Natt, she reached out and gave the girl a small pat on the head as she moved on. Mirrors, more mirrors, and as the first came in her path she looked at it, watching for just a brief moment the scene that played out before her. A creature of Hallowee, running from something...something...with a glowing weapon. Hunter. Her lip pulled back from her teeth, but before she could move away, the mirror shattered, and a weapon struck against her. Automatically, she reacted, swinging her axe in return, expecting to see a human in a white coat... But it was not the hunter. At least, she did not believe it was. Gritting her teeth, she pulled back. "Apologies." She muttered, "I hope I have not hurt you." She backed away, and turned, moving on. Another of the mirrors, another scene that she didn't care to watch. This one of some kind of..hospice or infirmary. Somebody bandaged though it was quite impossible to tell who it was... The mirror shattered, and this time, what attacked her received at least some small amount of hesitation before she swung her axe back in retaliation, her face going cold as she attacked the back of his already retreating form. "You better run!" She called out to him, or her...pretty sure it was a him. She couldn't chase after, however, her limbs far too stiffened to allow her that pleasure. Prolixityx Shaheen attacked back for 10 damage hanging gallowx Shaheen attacked Matt/Dr back for 10 damage kuroopux for shaheen giving ur boy best advice or something idk Ol-j-man idk still wandering around XD MY STATS My character's username: WarQueen My character's level: 29 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Wraith Current party: -- Current Guild: Cry Havoc Location: White Kingdom Small IC description of character: Look at my Avvy I'm lazy Character journal: Here
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:32 pm
"Sorry about that!" Byakko said with an embarrassed look at SpringTooth. He didn't think he would go after any more mirrors anymore since the last two times had ended up with him hitting other players. "You didn't do anything to deserve that and I'm sorry." [ ROUND 2 REPLY TO AncientPages : 10 / 40 HP ]He smiled when he saw the player's mirror. At least they had a happy one.Byakko just waved the apologies off. He couldn't blaim the other player for the attack. He could however, put full blaim on the White Queen. It made him glad he was a red faction even if his queen had been defeated. musicaloner7 Not a problem <3 No damage back MY STATS  My character's username: Byakko My character's level: 42 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Wraith, Red Ace of Hearts Current party: ... Current Guild: ... Location:Small IC description of character: Tan skin, red eyes, and green hair. He wears clothes of white with yellow accents, and has white cat ears and a white and gray striped cat tail. Also has long blue claws when he summons his attack cards in battle. Character journal: {X}
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DarkHeartedSorrow generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:33 pm
[ ROUND 2 - 30 HP / 40 HP ]Feng's heart gave a heavy, excited thump as he looked around. It was done... he'd done it! Well, he and a team of people had done it. But this was his baby, his project, and he'd made it happen.
He was in the underwater observatory on Deus, and everything was new. The glass was new, the lab table was new, the equipment was new. Everything was up to the latest standards and technology and was fit for practical use. He could finally really put his specialization to use.
He couldn't wait to get started.. The queen interrupted his sweet, sweet vision and he attacked her angrily with his watering hose. And of course it went through, and hit yet another person. Feng hid his face in his hands. "I'm the worst I'm so sorry."amicableaggressor Whalelord attacks sweetm00n for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror! CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE MY STATS My character's username: Whalelord My character's level: 30 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Small IC description of character: Burgundy hatter with floppy black hair. probably flails. most likely looks dumb. Character journal: Here
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