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               A great (wo)man once said, “Don’t be a lazy moron.” You know who said that? It was me, because I’m a lazy moron who forgot that I have more than one muse... (has several ongoing rps on OC account - one going on in my Hetalia account.) ... and not only that, I’m behind in school work.

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Day 11-13: Elboy, Battle Magician and Lu Aaaaaaaaa kinda caught up now

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Aisha’s for inktober

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Page 01. RP Masterlist

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※ GODDESS OF AIRHEADS }}

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There were so many things to smile about at the moment: about things like new food in the fridge, not being yelled at for doing a poor job on that (disastrous, to say the least) mission, finding a lost pen…

Under her breath, Mayu hummed, her eyes half-closed and a silly, bouncy smile on her lips (not like she didn’t have that same grin on every day). She wasn’t looking where she was going, unfortunately, and with an unaware step forward, her shoulder knocked into someone else’s.

Immediately snapping eyes open, Mayu stammered a hasty apology, “ I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright? ”

              ❝ DON’T worry about it. I’m fine. ❞        MORE or less, Aisha could’ve found better things to get upset about. She didn’t have the bombastic personality as she did years ago, and even then, she acknowledged the habits of people in this world for bumping into each other. Despite this, she bowed her head in apology since Mayu was having a far more different reaction about it than she did. She was a bit tired from this dimension leap, and her eyes held the story with her scleras more of a light muted grey than a healthy white.        HAVING arrived just hours before, she hadn’t had particularly anyone speak to her outside of giving her strange stares due to her attire -- which wasn’t entirely her fault, rather her pendant’s. So, she just found it easier to wear this instead of having to constantly change in and out of it.              ❝ BUT -- are you alright? You’re a little shaken up. ❞

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tactiicians replied to your post:                   I come here and all I get is...

i’ll have you know i’ve been a memer since 2006

           HE HAS SPOKEN1!!!

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                   I come here and all I get is tactiicians being a meme from 2008.

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i remember why i dont do animations anymore

literally dead rn

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※ THE TOME USER }}

    PUT INTO WORDS  like that, it did sound ridiculous; and just the same, it      was the error you made once you’ve crossed the army’s path years prior. So comes      the twiddled lines of amusement ‘cross the gentle lines of your visage 'fore you speak; 

           ❝ Well, it’s hard labour to tend to sheep                while in full armour. ❞

    Your response  rolls with a good natured laugh rolled o'er pleased lips & nose       crinkled with your delight. A little of the Shepards’ humour; a joke that was never       spared for the raised question of occupation.

    She’s bounced & she’s hopped her merry self onward, with yourself left a stretch      back 'til she’s calling after you. Heightened words of excitement carry the distance,      and she begs to question if you’re quick to follow - and you have to wonder how one      of her stature holds such energy. Whatever the reason, it certainly was contagious;       your feet are more than willing to carry you after her. Not nearly as quick as she,       but Naga would be damned if you weren’t following suit.

           ❝ I couldn’t tell, ❞

    Breathless was the next laugh to follow;

           ❝ but I’m entirely interested in seeing what                sort of magic you have in store for me. ❞

        POSING playfully, Aisha slowed and came to a halt in the center, clear of trees and whatever debris might come falling from above their crowns. Retrieving her stave from her hip, she grasped the shaft with both hands. With eyes firmly shut in concentration, one might assume that she was simply just Meditating, rather - she was just drawing out time for the eventual magic display of destructive proportions. Of course, in years past - she wasn’t as powerful as she was as a preteen, but beggars can’t be choosers.         SUCKING in a breath, she held the stave above her head - with a glow began to emanate from the tip, mimicking a vacuum. The weight seemed too much to bare for Aisha, so she begins to turn and then she smashes her stave into the ground after doing a 360 spin. Dirt and dust fly up to engulf her in brown. The ground beneath them rumbled and shook before beginning to slightly crumble. When the dust cleared, it revealed a dirtied purple-haired girl with a deep, yet concentrated hole in the ground in front of her. It was like a meteorite had just struck instead of a teenager wielding a stave.

               ❝ HOW was that? Neat, right? I just used my magic to concentrate a limited space and it causes an explosion of epic proportions!  ❞

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                ❝ Aisha… That has a strange sound to it,                        but it’s a nice name. ❞

    Your intrigue is piqued when she concedes to offer a demonstration, albeit you      hadn’t expected such an immediate response. Not that there would be one ounce      of complaint; there was time to kill & time to be filled. There would be no drawback      to indulging in some magical dalliances for a change.

    A curl twiddles ‘long the lines of your lips; she’s poised for an inquery of her own,     and you’re tickled something silly to have a trade lain out. Nothing is free, you recall     one saying once. 

                ❝ Show you my own? Well, I’ve nothing greater than                       what some of the other Shepards could exhibit. I’ve                       more the strategic mind, but I’d be more than happy                       to. It’ll be a learning experience for the both of us. ❞

                ❝ YOU’RE a strategist for... shepherds? ... ❞         DESPITE the acknowledgement of not being apart of this world, the possibility of the man - whom she acknowledged was not too far ahead in her age - was a sheep... herder? Maybe her confusion danced on her visage for a moment, before being replaced with a cheery grin that mimicked the brightness of the afternoon sun.                ❝ WHATEVER that is, it sounds really cool! Ah- there should be a clearing somewhere around here so I can show you the spell. ❞         SCOPING the forest, Aisha hurried ahead of the man and exclaimed with glee. There it is! A plain! It’s just ahead. It couldn’t be so bad. She hadn’t come across any bandits or demons, or anything of the sort. What would a place like this need “Shepherds” for, had it been so peaceful? Her excitement carried her words to him, violet tresses swaying in the breeze.               ❝ ARE you much of a runner? I’m really excited to reveal my true power. ❞

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(๑॔˃̶͈ ⌔ ˂̶͈๑॓)‧⁺ DW ~ 💟 credits to Rin Viri please don’t re-post it or tell me ❤️

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    ❝ oh my. ❞

she reaches up with one hand, covering a small, amused smile; they are both quite familiar with add’s troublemaking-   but it seems today, the male had managed to annoy her friend moreso then usual.

   ❝ i am sorry to hear that… want to talk about it? ❞

                  ❝ IT would be nice... Ugh. ❞         HER fingers entwined itself in one of her pigtails, not sure where to start her laundry-list of complaints about the man. She ignored Ara’s amusement toward her plight as she began to chatter out of frustration.                 ❝ HE’S insufferable! I can’t have a day’s rest without him creating a rift in a timeline. And I feel obligated to fix it because I’m a “defender of justice!” I should turn him into a toad. ❞

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※ THE TOME USER }}

     A flutter of eyelids o’er ebon ─ ivory brows are arched & your head is canted       toward the small mage. You follow the line of information she offers to aid        your investigation with a slow nod as she speaks. T’was not a concept you       readily grasped, the idea of manipulating temporal boundaries; you only       possessed a glimmer of understanding for the field through your own firsthand        experiences. And that was being entirely too generous.

         ❝ And there’s limits to how much you can do? I don’t               suppose it’s entirely possible for you to flip between               timelines like some sort of mystical faerie or something               of the like, then. ❞

     Lighthearted, such a jest was. Spoken fluidly with a twist twiddling at the       corners of your lips.

          ❝ Maybe you could show me one of these days. I’d be                 interesting in seeing what you could do on the field, Miss… ❞

     Now that was dreadfully embarrassing, wasn’t it? You’ve gotten along this far       into the conversation, and you hadn’t once thought to ask her name. More over,       you failed to give your own and ─ what a fine mess this was.

           ❝ Er, I’m sorry. I should of introduced myself.                  My name is Robin, and.. You are ? ❞

             ❝ MY name? It’s Aisha... A pleasure. ❞          SWIFTLY presenting an elaborate bow at the waist, the teen placed her staff at her hip once more before continuing, tapping an articulate finger on her lip. Prancing on the thought of what sort of magic she can “reveal” to one of a different dimension. It wouldn’t cause a dimensional conflict, hopefully.

            ❝ MAYBE I could show you a thing or two on how my magic functions... It wouldn’t be very difficult, but I don’t want to cause unnecessary damage for the sake of demonstration. ❞          BRUSHING off the dirt from her flamboyant outfit, her attention was turned elsewhere from the blond, there was quite a bit of foliage surrounding this road. It was only by chance that she stumbled into the mage from the forest after over-calculating her landing.            ❝ BUT I deserve a demonstration of your own magic. I mentored under a wise magician and there’s only so much the ‘student’ can learn, right? ❞

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tactiicians:

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(( ur so old ))

where is my cane so i can beat the sin out of you

i’m a dirty sinner i’m sorry

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※ THE TOME USER }}

     Fingers flex ‘long the spine of bound leather, almost as a reflex to her       response. Claims boast a concept beyond your present understanding;       her staff remains flimsy, yet she can still strike something down by       manipulating the flow of magic? You’re sure there’s a science of sorts       to it, but lost the idea will remain for the time being.

             ❝ More effective than a tome? I’m inclined to think                     otherwise, but maybe that’s because I lack understanding                     on the mechanics of your magic. I’ve never heard of                     someone simply controlling the flow of mana… 

                                          I don’t want to call it  impossible,                                               but it’s extremely unlikely. ❞

           BEAMING in an almost condescending manner, the violet-haired girl continued, holding her staff against her back to adjust her posture. She nodded, however, in understanding of his befuddlement. He wouldn’t be aware of such sort of magic... right? Despite her mocking, she willingly explained how her magic functioned.

              ❝ HOW do I explain this without sounding obnoxious... My magic revolves around spatial magic, so - I can essentially control time and space... Though, I am only limited by my mana on how many spells I can use in a single combination. Of course, small spells don’t affect me much and I can freely use it to my hearts content. ❞ 

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             ❝ That’s… A strange form of combat. I mean, it’s logical                     in the sense of a staff could be used for a weapon, but                     they’re never crafted for a sturdiness to match any                     force greater than a light swing. ❞

              ❝ ‘CAUSE they’re not. I use magic to manipulate the weight of the tip, and under usual circumstances my staff would snap -- but I also use magic to increase the sturdiness. It’s much more effective than working out of a tome. ❞

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※ MAD SCIENTIST }}

HOW QUICKLY SHE DEVOURS his patience! A foul tch hisses from his lips, the sound like tarnished magnesium (scraping & black, impurities embedded with rancor) at her unyielding insistence, speaking as though she holds some god-given RIGHT to do as she pleases in his hall, his sanctuary, his CHURCH dedicated to creation & the beautiful equations that make the unknown tangible. With every second spend shooing the girl away, the more he finds himself unconsciously reaching for the orbitoclast–a doctor’s ice pick–whilst bearing a delightful SMIRK telltale of his growing disdain for her unwanted company.

          ❝Kek, are you stupid? I’ve told you to leave twice already, so if you think I’ll even consider letting you watch then perhaps I ought to correct that little annoying quirk of yours; say, you know what a lobotomy is?❞

IN LEISURELY GESTURES he picks up the hammer-like object, waving it about nonchalantly & permitting gravity to let its head weigh against his iron grip. He takes steady yet UNSTABLE strides toward the vexing witch–all-too prepared to provide a firsthand lesson in what happens when one dares to get in his way. It matters little how she reacts so long as she gets the picture & learns to respect a scientist’s need for ISOLATION; but were the girl to protest, however, he’ll have a grand time picking at whatever amount of matter still remains in that violet-crowned skull.

          ❝Lobotomies, also known as leucotomies, is a type of neurosurgery severing the connection between your frontal lobe & the rest of your brain; it’s normally used to treat mental illnesses, but the brain is a delightful little thing, keke: your entire personality contained in that little dome of grey matter, how much would a little nudge affect it, I wonder~?❞

            SWALLOWING thickly, the lavender-haired girl prepared her staff to defend herself against the scientist. With the malevolent glare that danced within his eyes; the sterile light causing wicked shadows to twist and crawl over his shoulders from her perspective as he strode toward her. This reaction -- it was unexpected. Even in the years she known him, it hadn’t occurred to her he was this unstable. The man had always been a putrid taste, though; and this didn’t aid in improving her impression of him. Regardless if she wanted to show it, her voice was a new found lump in her throat and her body trembled with new found fear.                ❝ ADD! I don’t want to fight you... ❞              STUBBORNNESS defeated majority of her better judgment. She wanted to watch the other in his “natural habitat,” however, her simple presence agitated him. God knows how infuriated would he get had she been tempted to use Guillotine Press or Impact Hammer. Such a move would surely destroy his little sanctuary. While she could pause time -- even for a millisecond, her body refused to respond. Now; her apprehension disabled her as she looked on towards the scene that played out in front of her like a real-world horror movie.               ❝ DON’T -- don’t do something like this... Please... ❞