Nexaduro

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"And then Bart said, let there be crap!"

DOn't use such an unreliable method to take him out.

Uh, what does that mean?

Well, I just don't want him posting without thinking and getting us all killed.

"Well well, Desert Fox. Interesting. I do believe I've heard that before..." The coated man seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and the white patterns of his coat seem to be swirling in spirals around his arms. "Wait, wait a moment! I remember! The End Chronicles! Dear Dyentes, you're the Desert Fox! Simply incredible." The man shakes his head in amazement, chuckling. "Here true names hold power, I remember. It is only fair that I give you mine." The man looks up, suddenly grim-faced. "My name is Cerentis. Cerentis Abeolux."

It doesn't reliably work like that, and shouldn't. Necro shouldn't be able to manipulate non-living substances. Even when that one Lich force-pushed Grim with the Elm Staff, it could easily have been manipulating the person's body. Retech, I think you should remove the ability of Necro to manipulate inanimate objects except when it's immensely powerful. That way Earth will stop doing this, and the game will make more sense.

Because, Earth, relationships are an interesting and unlimited subject.

Y'mean when you failed to make a stair? You have no geomancy level and this is the underworld, the essence of decay. This is ONE time when you should've been using acid.

NECRO DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. Start thinking, please.

"Tsk, tsk. How uncivilized." The man in the coat tosses two pellets into the air, and each splatters onto the hands of the combatants. "Now, I believe there is something that needs doing here, no doubt something more profitable and destructive than this simple combat." He then waves a hand and the pellets seem to reverse in time, flying back to his hands.

I form an aerodynamic shield of wind around myself (if need be, I sacrifice my wind exp) and fly as fast as I can towards the volcano and the climbing Ivory Mage. I try bringing spikes of stone out of the ground to injure him and hit him in the spine with a metal punch dagger I form from my armour.

Ok, right now I think Grim is going into extremes and Rocco is being a pig. On a base level, love is, if not the meaning of intelligent life, the means for the continuation of such. Beyond that, to be near someone you love, even if you're unsure of their feelings towards you, is the most wonderful feeling in the world. Love, even if it's one-sided, means baring your soul to someone. In my experience, if you don't end up in a relationship with someone you love and manage to move on without discussing it with them, you often end up as great friends. Being a rather confused and open-hearted teenager, this is a concept I know first-hand.

Yeah, yeah, I'm in honours science Earth. I meant that I was confused by Ross' comment.

Um... asexuality?

Well, no duh Earthsage. /unnecessary meanness

You really have to wonder why no one will tell you anything, hmm? Well, it's not like I say it when it matters =b Besides, I've been mercilessly teased for at least a month now about relationships. I have the right to joke about those of others.

But... why?

"No, no Matthias. This is 562. 162 is a place called 'Earth.' Completely different."

Well? Is ANYONE going to do this?

Darn, I'm always left out. Did you know Retech has a crush? Or, perhaps, two? BTW, 2025 session is on. Sorry to bring it up, but I love that game.

Yay! Let's go guys! I sit up and look around, asking the medical team if my gear is still intact.

Session please Paul? I'd really appreciate it. :)

OFF TOPIC: "THIS... IS... SPAWNTREEEEEE!"

Walking on to the rather strange scene, the man with the swirling coat pauses. "562... 562... don't tell me I dialed it wrong?" He shakes his head. "Impossible to tell. Damn you, Galleus, and your inane portals." Noticing the pair currently perched in a tree branch, the man picks a pellet out of his pocket. Tossing it up in the air and catching it again, the white patterns on his coat swirl to the arm and he throws the pellet directly for the man's chest wound. The pellet flies into the center of the wound and red tendrils snake out, slapping onto the skin around the injury. Tissue begins to grow between the tendrils, and the wound is quickly healed. "There, all patched up. Now, may I have the pleasure of learning your names?"