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(Hi, I'm back!)
RP: Ruin [still OPEN to anyone!] (Refer to first posts for updates)
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(Wb!)
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(Hi!)
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( Holy crap guys! Dang, that is a vey long convo.)
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(Lol)
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(Ikr. I only noticed once I looked back.)
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(It
Took
Up
At
Least
FIVE PAGES
I might be exaggerating, but I didn't count. X)
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(I'll start something downstairs with Moraphe)
After escorting a shaken Abiliene to her room, Moaphe returned to the kitchen. He was prepared to help Abiliene with whatever was haunting her. This wasn't the first time one of his students broke down from unwanted memories surfacing, and he suspected – even expected – it would happen again.
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She glanced at Moraphe. "Will… she be okay?"
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Cammie didn't know why, but she felt at home in the weapon room. She picked up two daggers and twirled them in her hands before throwing them, sticking them in the wall. It felt nice again. She picked up a sword and sparred with an illusion.
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"I hope so," Moraphe murmured. "There must be something in that room that brings back memories. I should have locked it…"
(Lol I just realized we did take up like 5 pages)
Vien chose to ignore Beau, instead curling up tighter against the wall. He appreciated the concern, really, it was just starting to get a little annoying
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"…Will we ever use the contents in the room?"
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(Lol I just realized we did take up like 5 pages)
(I personally think it's hilarious XD )
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"…Will we ever use the contents in the room?"
"I don't know. I hope not." He shook his head.
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It felt so natural with Cammie. Instead of having toys and dolls for her birthday, she got knives and guns instead. Weapons flew with her hands as she trained herself.
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Beau shrugged and watched Vien for a few moments before he glanced towards the old door, hearing a few voices coming from downstairs. He wanted to get up and check, though he had already promised to stay with Vien in the room. Sighing and blowing a few strands out of his hair, he began to listen to the old spirit, Aristotle, speaking in his head. Beau caught a few words, something about a piece of parchment from the Romans?
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It felt so natural with Cammie. Instead of having toys and dolls for her birthday, she got knives and guns instead. Weapons flew with her hands as she trained herself.
(FOR HER BIRTHDAY?!
AHAHAHAHA, I'M DONE
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Not really, but XD )
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It felt so natural with Cammie. Instead of having toys and dolls for her birthday, she got knives and guns instead. Weapons flew with her hands as she trained herself.
(FOR HER BIRTHDAY?!
AHAHAHAHA, I'M DONE
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Not really, but XD )
(Whats wrong with that?)
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(Nothing. It's making me laugh. XD
She is an interesting character, we should engage her more.)
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"So you just have them there for when it is necessary?" To Vivian, that seemed like a waste of good weapons, but eh.
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"They were here when I first moved into this place," Moraphe said with a shrug.
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She tapped her fingers on the table surface. "How will you help us control our powers?"
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Moraphe pondered this. "That's a good question. How I help depends on the needs of the individual, and what they are capable of."
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"How will you help me?" she swallowed in anticipation for his answer.
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Meanwhile, Cammie was still in the weapons room and you could say it was a mess. Weapons were stuck all over the wall after Cammie's target practice. She was panting heavily after getting her anger out. Realizing the rukus she made, she started putting the weapons back except stashing some away with her.
Vien had fallen asleep relatively quickly, still curled tightly in the corner as he did so. He had only managed to get a few minutes worth of peaceful sleep before the nightmares began. He began to shift in his sleep, a pained expression beginning to work its way across his face
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"How will you help me?" she swallowed in anticipation for his answer.
He looked at her, and gave her an understanding smile. "It also helps when the students help me. However it works, whatever the student is comfortable with. If we can work together, then it makes my job easier.
"But I didn't answer your question," he said with a chuckle. "Or did I? If you can show me what you are capable of, then I can help you more easily." He glanced towards the weapon room suddenly. "Did you hear something?"
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A smile began to find a way onto her face as he spoke, though when she heard the noises it fell. "I did," she admitted. "Are we going to check them out?"
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Vien had fallen asleep relatively quickly, still curled tightly in the corner as he did so. He had only managed to get a few minutes worth of peaceful sleep before the nightmares began. He began to shift in his sleep, a pained expression beginning to work its way across his face
Beau glanced over at Vien, noticing the pained expression that registered on his face. He furrowed his brow faintly in concern, guessing that it was probably a nightmare. You could help him. Use your powers to alter the dream, couldn't you, Beau? A few whispers said, though they didn't sound like the usual reckless spirits he heard. But, you can't. You don't want to mess up and hurt anyone again? Beau glanced away from Vien, hoping that his nightmares would stop eventually.