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His looking calm apparently worked very well, someone already approaching. Did he look familiar? Not especially, he'd remember someone with an accent that thick and the bravery to wear all skin tight clothing in a crowded basement of five hundred. Bravery or something else. Who knew? Who was...

It was a really nice day. He'd stayed a few days already, get the lay of the lands, explore a bit. The air wasn't as fresh as the great outdoors, sure, but it wasn't awful. The sun shone on the back of his head, the breeze was great. There was a mix of smells, some good, some bad, but Ethan was...

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Sheet up further below. Hope it's good!

I dunno what this is but I'm in.

Been a bit since I was in a forum RP. May as well try this one.

There wasn't much slow down, Giles noted. It was just an instant. It felt like the floor beneath him fell away more than him moving, but that's what it was, wasn't it? Teleportation: pure, simple, bullshit magic. It took less focus than he thought, was it always just that easy? He took a deep...

'Right. How're we gonna do this now?' Giles scanned the scenery, poles and needles to stand on, but some were too far to simply jump. Teleporting, he could do that now. Would never get used to that. Easy enough for his nimble feet, but what about the others? Whispering among each other...

"You're all making impressive progress." "Pffft." Giles was at least glad he was getting a break from kicking his own ass. The, apparently immortal, homeless girl was powerful, Giles had to admit that. Nice to have friends in high places. Especially magic ones. "Now gather round." Giles...

Everyone was covered in blood, but Raul seemed to be the last one still dripping. An odd sort of pride in that, one that suggested he needed therapy. More than some less that others, at least. He scooted the seat back up to around where it was as the rest piled out, some having to be carried...

Well, this looks interesting and I got reliable internet back. I'll work on the histories tomorrow.

"Ooh, very good!" The feeling of pride lasted for a second, overtaken by the feeling of getting his face kicked in by himself. He realized for a brief second he had, in fact, stepped in something. "You have skill, but your will is weak. You're too used to sacrificing control for the sake...

"Ow, ow, ow!" "Come on, you can do better than that." Giles felt his wrist get released, picking himself back up. He was used to tough teachers, but none of them actually controlled what he could eat or where he could sleep. Or how broke his wrist could get in a half a second. Still, being...

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The fight with the massive Matador was shameful, and it cost him his crowbar and sledgehammer. Saintly was smart enough to make sure there wouldn't be any fingerprints, and the two were just tools. Nothing to trace them back to Granny, he could come back for them later. After dragging himself...