Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jul 13, 2006 17:46:51 GMT -5
OOC: Uh... considering the fact that Darah has left, and I'm unable to post most of the time, I'm going to get her out of here, and myself as well, if its alright? I'm currently working on something, so if its alright.. ya?
Uh... Crap.
Hakfu took a look at Darah, who appeared to be out of it.. and watched back and forth as shields were put up, and spells were blasted at one another. Only Darah, the military guy, and himself appeared to be at any way, shape, or form, docile. Darah seemed.. really out of it. Hakfu just couldn't help but notice. Really out of it.
You need to stop repeating these things to yourself in your head. It isn't healthy.
Silence, you!
.. I rest my case.
Raising his hand, as he leaned against one of the walls, he looked at the G-man imploringly. Besides, he had a good excuse.
"Uh... Professor? Darah seems sort of... out of it. And.. I have no spells I can use without my summons. Would it be alright if I took Darah out to the Recovery Wing?"
Aiya, aiya, aiya.. there goes my grade-point average.. fooling his hands into his pockets, he looked around, quietly, a little perturbed by Darah's 'out there' stance.
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Lienn~
Spell Caster
Like, whoa. || On-again, Off-again activity...deal with it. ||
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Post by Lienn~ on Jul 14, 2006 18:10:50 GMT -5
Lienn tilted her head slightly as Hakfu asked to excuse himself and Darah. That was odd..was something wrong? This class just seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. Ashen eyes flitted from him to the Dev kid, who seemed to be preparing for another attack. Hadn't he already attacked? She followed his gaze to Winters...so that was his target.
Apparently Torm's defensive thing wasn't as effective in the way she used it, and since she wasn't exactly smitten with this stranger, she felt no guilt in her next move.
Removing herself from her air dome, she turned her defense to offensive, shooting the wall of compacted air at Dev that would send him flying against the wall. She wasn't exactly protecting the military guy, but she'd been itching to take a cheap shot at the kid that's tumbled into the room and made her break her spell.
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Post by guardian on Jul 15, 2006 12:50:16 GMT -5
Lienn tilted her head slightly as Hakfu asked to excuse himself and Darah. That was odd..was something wrong? This class just seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. Ashen eyes flitted from him to the Dev kid, who seemed to be preparing for another attack. Hadn't he already attacked? She followed his gaze to Winters...so that was his target.
Apparently Torm's defensive thing wasn't as effective in the way she used it, and since she wasn't exactly smitten with this stranger, she felt no guilt in her next move.
Removing herself from her air dome, she turned her defense to offensive, shooting the wall of compacted air at Dev, and sending him flying against the wall. She wasn't exactly protecting the military guy, but she'd been itching to take a cheap shot at the kid that's tumbled into the room and made her break her spell. Needless to say it, but Dev was pissed. He made an impact against the wall with a Mana Pulse and made contact feet first, using the wall as a stepping stone. His leap left him behind Lienn. "That was a little underhanded, don't you think?" Energy, an impossible amount, it seemed, swirled from his body. Anger was all inclusive, it always had been. He leapt and landed back in his nook. "Don't do it again, thanks." (OOC: It's godmodding to not give an opponent a chance to dodge. Please don't do that.)
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Leon
Spell Caster
When you want me there, I'm not. When you need me there, I am.
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Post by Leon on Jul 15, 2006 13:33:21 GMT -5
((OoC: I believe it is called close end RPing, and it is used durring fights to make your apponent better understand what would happen if the move worked, so it is not god modding to tell you what she was doing is it? Didn't think so, so learn to RP then you can start making claims. Little peeons like you are the reason I get so pissed off on 552. Always calling someone a godder when clearly you would see no attack ever coming because of your Wis.))
Leons energy was increadibly still almost at full power, even after his Rah-Ken was used, he couldn't believe he was still putting so much power into this attack to Torm's rug thing. The air crackling from lightning and fire, his body in the air flyign towards the rug, he seemed to be trying to cut through it, yet it is a magic rug, so it must have some sort of defence mechanism. This could only mean that by attacking it, Leon would most deffinitly set off the trap.
((OoC: Torm is not doing anything again. -_-))
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Lienn~
Spell Caster
Like, whoa. || On-again, Off-again activity...deal with it. ||
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Post by Lienn~ on Jul 15, 2006 19:12:25 GMT -5
(ooc: Exactly, thank you Leon. I wasn't like 'You hit the wall and kaboom you die!' Your chance to dodge is your next post, not the middle of mine. I was simply explaining the effect of my move, and I would appreciate if you didn't get all up in my face about it, thank you.)
Apparently she'd pissed the little guy off. Too bad. The point of the historian's excercise was to shoot a spell at the opposing team, what, did he think she was going to go easy on him? She had no reason to, and the fact that he had asked her not to do it again almost egged her into throwing another spell at him just for spite.
"Underhanded? How so? I'm simply doing what we're supposed to, and if you can't handle that..maybe you shouldn't be here."
She said loud enough for him to hear her clearly, with just a touch of attitude. If he tried to tick her off again, he would see just how underhanded she could be.
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Jonathan Winters *Deceased*
Spell Caster
"Now, now at the end of my life... I know my greatest folly. ..Forgive me for only just realizing."
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Post by Jonathan Winters *Deceased* on Jul 15, 2006 21:59:48 GMT -5
To his eyes, he saw some tempers flaring, and some accusations being thrown around. Ugh. Noise. Frowning slightly, he stood straight up, looking ahead, watching as Lienn seemingly helped defend him. Strange. His eyes looked around, curious, but soon turning lucid. He had no offensive spells... they were all revolving around stealth. For all the good that did him in this situation. If it was a mission, an assassination, he'd just get up the nearest tree, observe the sentinels, and then move about, plant some ear pieces, climb up a different location, call in for some back up, which would probably come in about an hour later, after the jump that they'd probably take, he'd direct them as to what he was going to do, he'd take the shot, anarchy would come into the building, as they would try to figure out just what had happened, and they'd break in during the chaos, as a simple squad, retrieve the 'documents' as it normally were what the true objective (seems the D-13 had many pests to worry about betraying them..) and get out of the enemy compound, via helipcopter, while the calvary would come in, and finish the job, mission accomplished.
Here, he was unarmed, and had nothing to offer. Ah well, had to do what he could. Holding up his right hand before himself, he looked at it, a strange fixation on it, as if he were in a trance.
Scanning. Activating Codename: "Ghost". Codename: "Mutter". Codename: "Sniff".
The familiar bluish hue covered his eyes, blanketing the world around him in the dark-bluish hues of his invisibility shielding, among his anti-smell and anti-hearing spell. Hopefully, the professor wouldn't mark him absent for disappearing, but, he was, technically using his spells, as directed. He could always punch someone while he was invisible, but, that would be taken personally, as any hand-to-hand normally was, unless it came from a Drill Sergent. So, for now, he stayed frostie, standing still, just watching... watching until a cease-fire was finally brokered, class ended; whichever came first. Hand going back to his long hair, he scratched it, looking around himself, patting himself down, on his arms, testing to see if anyone could hear him. Nope. Working fine.
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Post by guardian on Jul 16, 2006 17:33:42 GMT -5
((OoC: I believe it is called close end RPing, and it is used durring fights to make your apponent better understand what would happen if the move worked, so it is not god modding to tell you what she was doing is it? Didn't think so, so learn to RP then you can start making claims. Little peeons like you are the reason I get so pissed off on 552. Always calling someone a godder when clearly you would see no attack ever coming because of your Wis.)) Leons energy was increadibly still almost at full power, even after his Rah-Ken was used, he couldn't believe he was still putting so much power into this attack to Torm's rug thing. The air crackling from lightning and fire, his body in the air flyign towards the rug, he seemed to be trying to cut through it, yet it is a magic rug, so it must have some sort of defence mechanism. This could only mean that by attacking it, Leon would most deffinitly set off the trap. ((OoC: Torm is not doing anything again. -_-)) (OOC:I appreciate the advice, but it's unnecessary to insult me. This might be the first time i've RPed with stats, and I don't know everything there is to know about doing so, but I'm not a peon. I created a board that surpassed 250,000 posts once. I've been RPing since I could use a computer, and I was merely making a statement adhereing to my private and understood views. If I'm incorrect, I respect the advice and assistance, but it is just rude to insult me for it." Dev settled down into his nook and relaxed, concentrating on the other's battles. He had made an attack, and been attacked twice, he thought that made it pretty obvious he had participated. To tell the truth, he wanted to be as far away from the others as possible. He didn't like battle.
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Lienn~
Spell Caster
Like, whoa. || On-again, Off-again activity...deal with it. ||
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Post by Lienn~ on Jul 16, 2006 20:16:31 GMT -5
(ooc: You know what? I'm going to waste this post on an ooc note because I already posted but I would like to get my point across..and anyway Justin will forgive me for interrupting his class. I'm not a mean person by nature, but there's certain things that bug me. This is also the first time I've ever rped with stats and I too have been rping ever since I could read, type, and use a computer...but it doesn't make me any better than anyone else. Instead of making yourself look bigger by pointing out that you've been insulted, you should think about the unjust accusations you make. A god-modder, really...You're the one who threw the "first punch", so don't get upset when it comes back to bite you. This discussion is over, I'm not going to continue to butcher this thread arguing with you, and I appologize to the rest of the rpers here for disrupting their rp.)
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Post by The Historian on Jul 17, 2006 10:29:56 GMT -5
((Dev, please don't bring in stats to something that has nothing to do with stats. Lienn's attack was perfectly executed, in word and form. She left it open, by using words such as:
Would - The mental faculty by which one deliberately chooses or decides upon a course of action
Could - Used to indicate possibility or probability
So, before you go spouting off on stat usage, it has nothing to do. Sites with stats, often don't USE stats to do their Dueling.
And, another dock against you, as I stated that the place is roughly a football field long. So, in all honesty, you godmodded by saying you mana-bounced or whatever off the wall, and landed behind her. If you intend to keep this, you are now pretty much physically drained of energy. Very little will be left after that maneauvar.
Oh, and sorry for any spelling mistakes. I apparently don't get E-Mails from harvard and Yale. I mean, honestly, no one gets College Emails now a days, do they? *Checks inbox* Oh, no, just roughly 20 emails from colleges.
Also, Harvard has a program, that allows people with a low-income household to go to their school. So, that could mean ANYTHING, there Devie boy.))
The Historian watched on as the expirements of the battle raged. Dev wasn't faring well, a constant target, from Lienn mostly, which made him smile. Dev attempted to get behind her, but that'd be difficult, as, well, there was quite a distance between them.
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Tormaigh MacRagallach
Spell Caster
TEH AWESOME LADDER-WIELDING IRISHMAN.
(OOC: SORRY FOR THE DELAY!)
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Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Jul 17, 2006 23:42:22 GMT -5
(OOC: I found it kinda hilarious how my 10-foot radius defensive aura somehow became a physical throw-rug; the rug description was a simile, and was merely meant to aid in mentally picturing the casting process. However, the fault lies with me for not describing well enough, and it's way too late to correct, so carry on as you were. No worries)
Torm chuckles a bit. Tensions seem to be rising. What had started as a semi-friendly exercise seemed to be bringing out people's dislikes of one another; chief among these seemed to be everyone's annoyance with the pirate-looking kid.
Where'd Winters go? Torm thinks, suddenly noticing the man's apparent absence. From what he had heard/seen of the guy, he was a sniper and specialized at stealth, which meant he was probably just hiding out. At least the guy didn't shout anything silly like "I'm goin' ghost!" or "Activate Inviso-Flux-Generators!" or "Hey, what's that behind you?!" when he disappeared.
Leon, across the room, seemed to be preparing to attack his earlier spell's result. Undoubtedly, it would now mold itself into tendrils and attempt to ensnare him, arms and legs first. If he left its maximum reach, about 30 feet out from its edge, he could probably just blast away at it, but standing where he was, Leon would probably be hard-pressed to destroy the entire thing and escape entanglement, as it would sacrifice parts of itself and change shape to reduce total damage. However, it was not Torm's problem right now; it was designed to behave autonomously. (OOC: Mod the "rug" a little if you want to, doesn't bother me. Just make it interesting)
Torm begins another weave. Here's one! Offensive? Yes. Overtly effective? No. Tactical? Yah! Working his fastest, he concentrates and weaves a curtain of fire that spans from floor to ceiling and a decent distance across, though not as wide as the now horizontally huge room room by a long shot. He applies a second, smaller weave of air to the nearer side of the wall, and the wall is jetted towards the opposite side at a decent clip. They'll either have to dodge to the side or punch through it to avoid all damage, but it's not like ti'll do much if they don't; I'm running low on mana. Best possible results would be clothes or hair on fire. If I had more mana, I could hide a second spell behind the wall and catch them off guard while they countered, but I'll just have to acknowledge my own weakness and wait it out this time. Of course, there's always my trump card... He shifts a hand inside his glove, feeling the shape of the simple-looking metal band tight around his wrist.
(OOC: Where are you, teachy-guy???)
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Post by The Helper on Aug 18, 2006 17:35:41 GMT -5
+3 pts to all, for a lot of participation from all, despite a lack of a teacher.
+3 EXP pts have been awarded to all participants of Unlocking Your Magical Potential
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