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Post by mintymintyminty on Apr 25, 2015 10:37:29 GMT -8
In the middle of the HQ is a large room. It is right next to the full time reaper and bookkeeper room, around the same size, with the same large floor to ceiling windows lining the walls. The difference is that all the desks and chairs and books have been cleared and in the middle of the room is nothing but empty space, to train, fight, or teach in. The walls are not filled with filling cabinets and paperwork but instead, weapons. Weapons of all eras, shapes, sizes. Ones that look like they have seen too many battles, ones that looked like they have not seen a single one. And some...some are clearly other apprentice weapons, perhaps those of fallen comrades or ones that have been freshly recovered and are awaiting their final resting place. Light filters in through the dusty room. A few benches sit by the windows, perhaps areas for resting guardians or weapons collects to sit and judge watch their peers as they train. Your Co-Guardians as of 2/25 are:Your Co-Collectors as of 2/25 are:
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I'm speechless.
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Post by neonbirds on Aug 1, 2015 20:23:09 GMT -8
OCC Introduction: Hi, my name is Vivi.
IC Introduction:
Maria stepped into the room, first completely lost and confused, but soon the confusion was replaced with a sparkle of clarity. The way the light reflected on the dusting metal of the weapons struck her with a feeling of familiarity. It was like she had forgotten everything there was to know and had just remembered too fast. In her head, flashes of someone's warnings, she guessed it was form a relative, telling her to stay away from it. The teenager guessed she must not have been a very obedient person in life, because she approached the many weapons, the damaged ones and the ones sparkling and shining. Her own weapon, hanging in the loose grip of her left hand, was spotless, and looked like could easily be hanged on the wall, together with the others. It was like a museum, not unlike the rest of the HQ.
Maria thought the objects were a works of art, and she wanted to see them all.
"May I work here?", she asked, green eyes sparkling.
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Accidental "Selfie"
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Aug 2, 2015 17:38:04 GMT -8
OOC: 'Ello~ Call me Abstru~ Or everyone calls me Abs that's cool as well~ Let me bask in the illusion that I have abs
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Heng wasn't paying attention to anything outside the training ring. He was focused, taking controlled breaths, letting his sweat drip off his hair (that is if Apprentices sweat at all). He had just finished a bout of training, leaping about and swinging his ji around and what not. He exhaled, then stood up straight, propping his ji beside him. "Towel," he mumbled, finding that using your sweaty arm to wipe your sweaty face only makes your eyes sting more.
Heng, being among the oldest apprentices has familiarized himself completely with this room. In fact, he has been around to see many of the weapons added to the collection. He recognized quite a few of them as well. He knew the names of their owners. He tends not to spend time looking at the weapons. So the time he spends in this room is almost all dedicated to training or sparring.
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-Cries in spanish-
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Post by ohcanada on Feb 28, 2016 22:30:45 GMT -8
OOC: Eyo i'm wabisabis but plz call me Comet! I will somehow involve cats in every one of my characters it might actually be a problem. If anyone wants to talk about cats with me plz contact me lmaoooo -blasts off-
IC: Claire eyed the room with blasé eyes and a small pout to her lips, one hand still resting on the door and the other stuffed deep within the warm confines of her old and musty jacket. Was this it? Was she expected to spend actual time out of her life, or death, here? With these people? She scoffed at the thought and made her way straight towards the benches by the window, slumping down in the middle of one and bringing her legs up so that her arms could encircle them.
On most days she would have been all over those weapons; touching them, swinging them around, getting herself hurt, but she only glanced at them tiredly after being awakened early that day. Her eyes shifted towards the center of the room where others sparred and thought that maybe, on a better day, she would too join them.
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