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Enforcer84

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  1. Ceass's gift to Civilization, a form of art so combative, so rooted in struggle that it is often callously and crassly aped by those in power to seem more authentic. But the true artist can spot the difference. And fakers aren't tolerated. The goddess of strife listened to the world and thought it sounded a little too "well-crafted."

    Her gift: Punk Rock.  A music, a scene, a style, and a revolution of soem form or another. 

     

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  2. Ceass looked out upon this haphazard chaotic world ripe for revolution and change. Her wildlands were home to flora and fauna hearty and willful. To survive you had to be willing to fight. And who should guide those wildlands, who would oversee the pockets of civilization here in her land of constant struggle and change. 

    Sentient Life: The Folk are a number of tribes called beastkin by their detractors or the uninitiated. They dislike the connotation that they are mindless beasts only good for fighting and rutting. Each tribe resembles their distant human cousins with a few cosmetic and sensory differences, combining their humanity with animal features. 

    The most widly known tribes are the: Kitsun, Garu, Lepur, Neko, Tiga, Ursu, Tauru, and Watu. 

     

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  3. On 7/12/2023 at 10:12 AM, Logan D. Hurricanes said:

    “If they can't be bought, get ready to fight.” (Acquisitions 10:61)

     

     

    Mythic Monster or Guardian. Fleeze, the First Dragon is an intelligent, shrewd creature with a voracious appetite. His hoard is legendary, and he is always seeking to add to it. “Enough... is never enough.”  (Acquisitions 9:97)

     

     

    Is my memory to be mocked anew?

  4. When my stepdad passed I missed the big family goodbye because my company got hit with a Ransomware attack and it was all hands on deck for IT. So a few months later I went to another celebration that was more for his teacher friends back in Corvallis, it was pretty great - I knew most of them if only by name and reputation. I also heard some of the craziest tales of dad before he and my mom started dating. Wasn't worth losing him, but it was a 10/10 celebration of life. 

  5. "All I'm saying, is that she has scored suspiciously high on a variatey of tests." Professor Heterodyne kept her snarl in check when talking to the Dean. "I know you think she's a real genius, but this is suspicious, not just exciting.

     

    Dean Clarke nodded with the wooden face of a man who'd had this discussion for almost three years. 

     

    "Not even Cid's toadies have been this coddled!" Heterodyne's voice grew a measure. She could feel the spark in her bubbling up in her displeasure. 

     

    "I don't coddle anyone, Agatha," Cid looked up from his latest blueprints and then pointed to three corrections. "The girl's not a fraud, if that's what you're worried about."

     

    "AUGH! She's gotten to you, too?" Professor Heterodyne rolled her eyes. 

     

    "Perhaps," Dean Clarke put his most pleasant face on and gave his star faculty member the nudge she would need to finally bond with a student rather than just scare the spells out of them, "If you are so concerned with Miss Cochrane's test scores, you would prefer to keep her under your watchful eye? Maybe become her faculty advisor?"

     

    Agatha's head snapped towards her dean an she let out a low growl. "You know I have my own research, as per our agreement."

     

    "And you wanted me to find you an Assistant." He countered.

     

    "She's a toddler!" the harried professor threw her hands up and grumbled, "Fine. Fine, Arthur. Fine. Fine. Bring her to my office, I'll interview her for my assistant spot."

     

    That afternoon, just past the door marked "BEWARE! TECHNOMATIC EXPERIMENTATION IN PROGRESS!!!," the dean and a pleasant-lookng brunette who was a fair bit younger than most of the students Agatha saw in her classes stood before her. Now having seen the student, her arguments against her seemed...foolish. 

     

    "Say hello, Miss Cochran," Dean Clarke said with grandfatherly gentleness. 

     

    "Hi, I'm Jordan. I never sleep. I don't know why. Dean Clarke said you need an assistant and that's great because I need something to do with my free time. This will allow me to better judge which of the Magitechnical discipline is most appealing I can't decide right now, Alchemy is beautiful with its colors and sensory stimulation, Aeronautics is exciting and flying is so fun, Automata are cute and you can make them dance..." she paused for a moment, as if realizing she was rambling on but it was just for a breath, "Battlemancy is fun and I once made a lodestone gauntlet and punched a bully downt he block, I've tried putting making a chart and a list and then a poem about each discipline to see which spoke to me," She pulled out a very harried-looking binder stuffed with all manner of paper, parchment, and even metal sheets with equations etched into them. "But anyway, Dean Clarke says you're the perfect instructor for me and that I should help you as your lab assisstant. Because I never sleep."

     

    Agatha stared for a moment before she grabbd the girl's shoulders and pulled her towards herself, turning to Dean Clarke and shouting, "CAN I KEEP HER!?"

     

    Star-Pupil:  Jordan Cochrane

     

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