old man moomba
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I'll give you five Magics off the bat: Stando Power Investiture Funny Spice Magic (maybe not a magic?) Magyk The One Power
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Maybe. But probably not. Because Disboard.
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Ooh. So you're telling me that you want to do a multifandom RP? You should instead join Ax and I's roleplaying Discord. Coming soon™ Right Ax? @Ark's Boyfriend
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Just in time for a civil war
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Jamie followed her in, blinking at the loud music pounding in her ears. "Ah. This brings back memories. I used to have to sneak out to go to these things."
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Jamie managed recover from her giggles enough to keep a straight face as they approached the building.
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"Ummm. What was I gonna say.... Oh right! Wanna go inside?" Jamie asked, still giggling a little.
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"Good point." Aben agreed. He set the staff on his shoulder and began to run towards the warehouse, stopping when he was about ten feet away. He sized up the building. Low, probably two stories, with an loading dock facing the canal. He didn't see any guards, but the main doors were bolted shut.
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Jamie began to laugh to hard that she had to lean against the car. "Rusts and ruin that was hillarious." she put on a straight face, but barely keeping it. She managed to say: "So." before she burst out laughing again.
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Jamie pulled into the parking lot and drove around for a bit, looking for the van. Once she had finally found it, she parked a few spaces over. Suppressing a grin, she walked over to the driver's-side window and knocked on it. "License and registration please." she asked, barely containing her laughter.
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"Yeah, but what about the staves?" Aben asked, waving the weapons around for emphasis. "I guess we can can figure something out." he sighed and set off in the direction John had indicated.
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Luna grabbed the man's sword and sprinted down the row of cells towards the exit. Two guards sat next the heavy wooden door, playing cards. One of them noticed Luna careening towards them and stood up, getting his friend's attention. The second man legthargically got to his feet and raised his hand as if to stop her. Suddenly a burst of dark energy emenated from the guard's palm. Luna rolled her eyes, lowering the blast's chance of hitting her to almost none. It burst past the side of her head and slammed into a cell door behind her. Almost to the men, she threw the ssword at the Entropy Tallented man, increasing the chance of it hitting and killing him a a vast magnitude. The blade tumbled end over end and sunk into the man's chest with a thump. The second guard had drawn his sword and was blocking the door. Luna smoothly grabbed a chair as she ran past the card table and smashed it into the man's head, doubling his chance of getting knocked out. With unhurried motions, she unlocked the cell block door and stepped into the hallway. Luna walked confidently to the booking area of the prison and burst into the unguarded storeroom. A few minutes later, sword belt a comforable weight around her waist, she snuck past a pair of guards and into the stable and mounted a large warhorse. Kicking the horse into motion, she charged out of the prison and into the night.
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Luna reclined on her cot, smiling at the ceiling. Her grin promptly faded as a drop of water hit her forehead. She glared up at the slimy stone blocks, daring another drop to come sailing down. Not one, but three drops of water slapped into her face. "That's it." she muttered, "This place is totally unsuitable for human habitation." Luna sat up on the cot and grabbed her coat, which she'd been using as a pillow. She jumped up, shook it out and grabbed her headband out of its pocket. Peeking through the bars, she noticed a guard making his way down the row, calling lights' out. Quckly, she flipped her hair back and put the headband on, then stick her arms into the coat. Ready to go, Luna sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting for the guard to arrive. When the man finally swaggered up, she grinned at him as he banged on the bars. "Lights' out." he said, and began to walk away. Now she thought, Drop those keys. The man's key ring fell from his fingers and hit the floor with a muted clank. Luna's hand shot between the bars and grabbed the ring. "Wait a sec..." the guard began, but Luna jumped up and quickly shoved the key into the lock and twisted. As the guard reached for his sword, Luna slammed the door into him, knocking him too the ground and stepped out of the cell.
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Three men stepped out into the great hall and walked towards the challenger. They stopped a few feet from the man, standing in combat ready posistion. The man in the center took a step forward. He was wearing Seanchan armor with a full face helmet, lacquered dark red and black and carried an Ashandarei that gleamed with a silvery color. The two men flanking him wore dark red tabards with low profile black armor underneath and had a sword and an assult rifle strapped to their backs. The leader removed his helmet and regarded the challenger. "So. You want to lead the Ghostbloods? You have high hopes, but sadly we'll have to crush them underfoot." the man grinned and replaced his helmet, "Leave now, and you won't be stopped. If you stay, I guarantee you'll wish you never thought of this stupid idea."
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"Which warehouse did she say they got dragged into?" Aben asked John, still walking towards the parlor.
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Aben shoved his way through the crowds, making his way to a woodworker's shop he'd seen earlier while in the wolf dream. He stepped up to a man who looked to be the master woodworker and started to speak. "I'd like to buy two quarterstaves. I assume you have some here?" the man nodded, turning to yell at one of the other carpenters, but paused. "Anything else?" he asked. "Yes, actually. A pair of practice swords. They're lathes of wood bundled together and attached to a hilt. Think you could make something like that?" "Sure, sure. Give me a few hours." the woodworker raised his voice and shouted, "One of you rustheads bring me two fighting sticks from the storeroom!" he turned back to Aben, "You want those swords delivered?" "Sure." Aben gave the address of the parlor, paid the man and smoothly took the staves from a confused carpenter.
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