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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.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
The white haired female thought about it. How much as she suppose to tell this stranger and how much of it should be truths? Not that her story would've been all that much interesting, but the people involved in her life would've been another thing. Prolly have to keep family a secret. she thought quietly.
"What story?" Acylma muttered the rhetorical question. "Mother sent me here to socialize."
After I failed Father in the last mission and my powers are now simply a fraction of what they were. Of course, not important She thought, taking a huge stride, catching his wrist and pointed towards a turning to a right, where it had an arrow labelled "Cafeteria".
"And you?"
"My story?" He thought for a moment. There was a lot in 'his story' that shouldn't be told directly before dinner. He sighed and decided to tell her the basic overview. "Military academy at nine. Joined the army at seventeen, and yes, that is one year early. Pulled myself up to Sergeant Major. Decided to come here." He'd greased over all of the messy bits. "But enough about that. Dinners beckons."
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
"Strange, isn't it?" She spoke carefreely, as she turned into the dining area. "That you'd rise up the ranks, and only to come to /school/ instead." She noticed that the food collection area was now cleaned, and the staff were no longer in view. She scanned the general area for food, skipping over the long brown dining tables and benches to some brightly lit machines. "Why'd you do that?"
Without missing a bit, she trotted over to the machines, and scanned the items inside. "Ah, thankfully instant cup noodles."
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
"You're sss..seventeen?" She had pressed another button when she held the 's', "Young."
Another piece of bread dispensed from the machine after inserting the coin and this time, she was caught grinning to herself as she picked it up. The white color packaging had the words "milk cream" on it, which she rose to Forge's eye level victoriously. "Milk cream or custard, was a tough battle." She gestured towards the bread she tossed at him; it was custard flavoured. "Today milk cream reigns victorious."
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
The female had already began to open her own packet of bread, shoving a mouthful as she nodded in reply. Bread in mouth, she used her head to gesture towards the door, now making her way towards it. "Hup ew nouu warr et ss"
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
With Forge leading the way, Aclyma took her time to remember the locations of some...point of interests. Such as, the cafeteria, the toilets, dorms and soon, the training area. The corridors looked all the same to her and the female found herself mentally mapping the school. "Wouldn't it be nifty to snag the blueprints of the school." She asked, not expecting much of a reply. "Because it would be a shame if secret passages weren't being used."
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
Aclyma smiled when he mentioned being able to arrange getting a map. Very fun person.
As the white haired female turned into the spacious room, she noticed the array of weapons lined against the wall along side the dummies that stood ever ready. Combat terminals stood nearby with statistics littered across the screen. Unlike Forge, this caught her attention.
She strolled to a terminal and with a few buttons pressed, more graphs, and even more numbers came to view. "Hrm... I wonder..."
From her pocket, Aclyma swiped out a small cylindrical item. Prying it open into halves, she pulled out what seemed to be reading glasses and with a suave motion, set it onto her nose bridge. Each half settled comfortably upon her palm and soon, her thumb caressed across the smooth surface. The combat termial began flipping through several screens, endless prompts appeared andnjust as quickly vanished.
"I need access to view camera footage...?" Aclyma muttered to herself. "Yeah, well I have authority. "
Popped up the terminal was the video of the previous battle between a male and female. Heh. Who knew that would work, yeah?
Aria woke, her stomach growling. "... I wonder, is the cafeteria open?" She opened the door, and saw that her friends' doors were open. "Yep. It's open." She walked downstairs.