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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.The woman thought out loud... accidentally, precautiously stepping through the magical gates.
What strange gates. Opening to masters of melee and magic only? Wouldn't that mean it'll simply remain closed to "norms"?
So therefore in the case of an invasion, it practically serve not protection if the other parties are magical?
'I-is this really a combat school?'
Ah, but norms were pretty dangerous as well, so perhaps it's to prevent a zerg?
"Alcyma." She said belatedly, replying to Forge's originally question, seeing that the pink shirt female hadn't replied her name either. She slipped herself beside the man stealthily, a few steps away from the gate. "Usually those who ask have to give their names too."
The jacketed female spoke to her, and it was only after a while that Aclyma realized that her thoughts had thrown her into prolonged pauses. She stared at the female for a while, eyes pinned upon her brown hair which - Alcyma squinted- had some red strands in them.
Again, Alcyma pondered about the female's hair, throwing the white hair female into silence, and forgetting to reply, leaving Winter a female staring intently at her.
Aria looked at the girl. "We wouldn't be travelling. A person has to learn his/her skills. If we just travelled...." She shuddered at the thought. "Alchyma, huh? Im Aria. Also, why are you staring at my shirt?" She muttered that last sentence.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Aria looked at Forge. "Just ran out here to make a few friends and help the lady through the gate." "The Institute of Combat is a place where you learn combat. The reason why they train weaponmasters and magicians is because even if they know how to use them, they usually just wet their pants at a monster or others. They train us to be brave, to be united, and to be good. We go to different classes, such as combat, music, and monster training." She said this quickly, and flushed. "Sorry, I just like saying stuff like that."
Maybe that's a bit too far...
"Eh, don't worry. A lot of people like saying stuff like that." he said in what he hoped was a somewhat friendlier tone.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"Yes, thank you for that."
Aclyma fell quiet after, listening to the young child's explanation about the school. As her eyes fell onto the surrounding area. A small tune escaped her lips as she deemed as a theme song for introducing the place- as explained by the female.
"So," she started immediately after the girl finished. "What's the schedules? Classes? Rules about fighting? Is there a ranking system?"
(Apparently Forge and Aclyma would've spoken at the same time ahahaha)
"Okay then." Forge said, looking at Aclyma. Then he turned back to Aria. "I'd like to see that schedule. Want to point me to a dorm?" he asked 'And I'm also damn tired... and hungry...' he thought. "What about food? Please tell me it's not like school dinners. I've had enough of those to last me a lifetime, thank you very much."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"Even the maids in my household can probably run it better."
After all, under Father's discipline, any less would be insuffficient.
She was about to speak- actually, had planned to cut into Forge's sentences until he asked what she had wanted to know: food.
Ah. They're going to the dorms. Well, how convinent. Time to tag.
As she thought, she followed behind.