Avarian⭐Academy
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Talra Di Deliren on 13-01-2014, 22:34:44</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talra Di Deliren</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 22:34:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Avarian Academy</span></div><br>Players:<br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Talra Di Deliren (DM)</li><li>Angle1932</li><li>SpiralSpider</li></ul><hr><div style="text-align: right;">Academy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194324.0)<br>Dorms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194325.0)<br>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194047.0)</div><br><hr><br>Please use your character pics to show who you are for player discretion, thank you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 04:19:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> Roaming the halls<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Devin walked heel-toe, heel-toe down the halls of the academy, creating a distinctive click-clack as he did so. The absent-minded gray haired Otaku had already finished his book work for the day and had decided to move into running lines. It wasn't <em>exactly</em> a 'decision' per se, more like a compulsion to get back into what he felt he <em>really</em> needed to do. This manner of strutting down Avarian's marble floors wasn't characteristic of himself, it was only a portion of the role he was looking into. He hadn't even considered whether he was disrupting a class or not, engrained in his work as he always was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 05:54:38</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>Rose looked up from his paper, a half finished essay marring the otherwise clean white surface, to glance out the door of the classroom. A slight frown tugged at his lips, a soft burn in his eyes reminded him of how little sleep he'd gotten the night before. In hindsight he shouldn't have stayed up writing until the early hours of the morning, but inspiration had struck and his hand seemed to take a mind of it's own.<br><br>After a moment he returned his eyes to his work, continuing the flood of words while trying to ignore the noise from outside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talra Di Deliren</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 08:05:00</strong>
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				(http://imageshack.com/a/img854/4495/niho.jpg) (http://imageshack.com/a/img29/7171/r2cj.jpg)<br><br>In the doctor's office, in a sick bed, Mikane stared at Dr. Seffen as he worked on some paperwork he received on a few new students. On in particular he examined was his little 'sick' patient that came in earlier in the day saying his stomach was upset. Only a couple tylonal was given and he noticed the boy throw them away intentionally. That act brought the school nurse's attention.<br><br>Mikane found the professor incredible, his features fine in detail, grown up as the rest of them, but much older it seems. But age didn't matter. It was his eyes that he found captivating, darkness in them and emotionless that it's hard to read him. He was a mystery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 03:39:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> Roaming the halls<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Devin paced frantically, his impassioned voice climbing in volume as he read the lines on the page before him. Knowing there was a scene in the play where his desired character would be dramatically thrown against a wall, he did his best to imitate it himself, slamming hard against the door of the room that Robin was currently attempting to write in. <br><br>"Back off!" he growled with his teeth clenched, giving a very good impression that his airway was being restricted. "I'll never tell!" The lines were punctuated by sharp pounding on the door as he bounced his body off to recreate the scene of being roughed up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 21:44:15</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>The man throwing himself against the door was enough to finally pull Robin from his paper. Leaving his half finished essay and pencil there, he stood and went to the door, saw a blur of movement through the slightly clouded window. When the pounding came, the sounds of someone being beaten, he opened the door. It swung inwards, and he made a grab for the person just outside it, intending to get the victim and the assailant as far away from each other as possible.<br><br>He did actually consider that this action would get himself hurt, but he couldn't just sit by and do nothing. Even if he got a few bruises or broken bones, it was better than letting a bully have his way with someone, possibly injuring them mortally during the attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 02:21:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> the doorway of Robin's classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Poor Robin. Devin had no intention of interrupting his studies, let alone harming him, but he was so engrossed in his solo rehearsal that he paid little attention to the world outside his own eccentric mind. He was in the middle of another growled line when his would be rescuer threw the door wide and threw him off balance. He fell, hopelessly, backward and right in the path of the other student and had little time to react and keep from falling into him or onto the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 03:39:22</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>Robin gave a startled yelp as they both fell to the floor, the impact bruising him the most as he was on the bottom. He groaned quietly in pain, making no move to shove the other off. In the split second he'd had he'd seen that there was no one else outside the door, and all he do was lie there in stunned confusion. After several moments he spoke, his voice calm, if somewhat strained, "Are you alright...? What was..all that about? I thought someone was killing you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 04:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> the doorway of Robin's classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Ah, there it was. The sudden impact as Devin crashed down on top of the red head. His blue eyes shot wide and he looked around in a panic, his introverted bubble finally burst. It took a good, long moment for him to realize he was laying back upon another body and he scrambled to get to his knees and turn around. "Uh... I'm sorry!" he stammered, a furious blush spreading across his cheeks. He raised a hand to hide the redness and felt quite the ass in the moment. "I... uh.. I'm all right. Are you? <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">I was just</span> ... <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">practicing</span>" He trailed off, feeling ashamed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 22:01:08</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>Once the weight was off of him Robin sat up, hand raised to rub at the back of his head through his hair. He looked at the man for a moment, head tilted, his calm demeanor unbroken as he spoke gently, his voice filled with a natural calm. "It's fine. I'm only happy that you weren't really being hurt."<br><br>He shifted, pulled himself to his feet and offered his hand to the other to help him up, "Don't worry about it," he finished quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 22:51:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> the doorway of Robin's classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>"I'm glad..." Devin said honestly, taking Robin's hand. "I feared I had already made you an enemy and would be forever thrown from your sight. You're very gracious." He took a moment to look around after standing and dusted himself off. "It looks like you were busy... Would you mind if I asked what I interrupted?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 00:26:29</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>Robin helped him up with a firm grip that almost immeadiately loosened once Devin was upright, "It's no problem, really. You didn't mean anything by it. It was only an accident." his lips pulled upward in a soft, careful smile, hoping to reassure the nervous student.<br><br>He let go and looked back at his paper, the essay forgotten during the encounter. "Just a paper. A short story, really. They gave me a prompt and told me to come up with anything, I'd be graded on spelling, had writing, and how well I get my ideas across. The prompt was sakura trees, one of the easier topics I've had to write about, to be honest.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 00:30:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> the doorway of Robin's classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Wow, Robin sure was kind. Devin couldn't help but feel better in his presence, even after that embarrassing incident. "Aha! So you're a writer!" the gray-haired male retorted, raising a curious eyebrow at the mention of cherry blossoms. "Was it romance? Or did you go with something nature-themed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 04:58:24</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>A very faint smile crossed Robing face, and he nodded, "Yeah. I mostly specialize in poetry. That's more of a short story. Yeah, I focused on romance..mostly." he picked up the paper and reread the last few lines, "I can't seem to get the final paragraph right though. I guess it's the beginnings of writers block. Hope it doesn't last long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 03:42:00</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> the doorway of Robin's classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robin<br><br>Devin gazed at Robin's face while he spoke. "Oh! You'll have to let me read it someday. I'm not very good at writing but I love romance." Robin's frustration over the final words inspired him. "Well, perhaps you just need some time away from the task, then? When I'm overwhelmed with work, I often need to sleep on it or do something else before I can really become inspired." He shot the other boy a smile, "Why don't you let me take you out to get a bite to eat? It might prove to be a good distraction and I have to find some way to make everything up to you..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 00:35:37</strong>
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				(http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y503/angel_wings1/94c1f00b-f4e4-4f31-9003-3d9a26740484_zps1adb57ea.png?t=1389761143) Name: Robin Roswell<br><br>"Maybe," Robin allowed. He very rarely let other people look at his work unless it was uploaded anonymously to the internet, and even then less than half of what he wrote went there. <br><br>He was quiet for a moment. Maybe Devin was right, a little time away from the task would clear his head a little.. but the project was due in two days, and he still had his other work to do, not to mention his daily letter..<br>Finally, no nodded, a small smile crossing his lips, "If you'd be so inclined," he answered politely, "I'd very much like that. I wouldn't want you to take me out of guilt, though. I'll pay for my share."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 21:33:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Ikki/large_zpsea51c5d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devin Caspersen<br><strong>Where:</strong> the doorway of Robin's classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robin<br><br>"I <em>am</em> so inclined." the swede responded excitedly. "And you simply <em>must</em> let me treat you. It would be my honor." He gave the other boy a wink and grabbed his arm, pulling him out the door he'd so rudely fell through only a few moments ago. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avarian⭐Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talra Di Deliren</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 06:13:18</strong>
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				I am, unfortunately, dropping this game. Once I have a better hang of Group RPs, I will be making a better thread. Thanks for those that did take interest and sorry it didn't last...
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