Sutoratosu

You know, let's just stop setting up explicit descriptions about the interior and keep our orientations strictly based around each Pc's position in regards to one another... so like instead of me saying Rame stepped out into the hall when Ragnar poked me, I just left it at "She turned around" Nothing fancy, just leaving it apt enough to describe the orientation, but vague enough to avoid creating any potential complication. I think that until Shiri can clear up how these things are supposed to be laid out, that will fix alot of the confusion...

Rame She was trying. Really, she was. Shitty an attempt as it may be. But it seemed the gods were determined to give her cause to rage... "Hmpf, you look like a stray dog trying to find a place to stay. A very rabid one i might add seeing you almost incinerate most of the students in that field from earlier" Don't... get your hand away from it... "You'd better fucking make me..." Braith did just that as her hand forcfully drew away from her back and locked at her side, her body turning to face whoever the hell was calling her out now. Her eyes left a smoldering trail of bright crimson in the air as she looked the edgelord of a fellow northerner up and down. Before she could fire off a choice word or two though, the swordsman was already continuing. "You can stay in that room over there at end, its pretty much empty and none seems to claim it...Or...You could stay at this room where i'm staying, Just keep your lumen to yourself and stay away from my stuff if you decided to do that." "...huh?" the glow dimmed just a bit as confusion displaced some of the agitation "Gods, what the hell is with you people? First that fake bastard upfront gave me this shirt for no reason, now you're over here looking at me like I just pissed in your cereal or something, calling me a rabid stray, and yet in the same breath... you're also asking me to bunk with you...why? What the hell do you want from me?" despite her perplexion though, she already had a sneaking suspicion given the nature of this particular offer... and that jackass's joke earlier....and she was starting to get real fucking tired of it real fucking fast. "I swear to all the gods and Coerators, if that's what he's gunning for here, Braith..." What? What are you going to do, girl? Burn him? Really, you seem to think I'd stand by and let you toss our lives away? "I'm trying. It's not my fault that they keep provoking me." Don't be a slave to your anger. Let it be a slave to you. Let it grant you power, but don't let it dictate your every move. Remember what they say and what they do, but do not act blindly on it... not every trespass is worth the energy of lashing out against. "That's the exact opposite of what you've always told me! 'Let it guide you, show you the way when you're lost, cut a path for you when there is none...how are you going to fucking sit here and revoke your own advice over all these years?" I'm not revoking anything you damn fool. You've just never trully understood what I've tried to teach you before. When I tell you to let it in, I mean to let it fuel you,as oil does a lamp, because it will only make you stronger. But... when you go and mistake my words to mean you should lash out at the drop of a mere hat, regardless whether the provocation is worth rectifying, then that IS NOT an effective use of wrath; that is a fucking tantrum, befitting of a four year old barely mature enough to wipe their own arse... it is sloppy, predictable... and neither of those traits help us at all.

Have meredith add them to the catalogue for the next merchant run.

Ah yes, her... I recall always promptly telling her to fuck off whenever she tried to talk smack to me... with a mighty shout of FusRoDah. Not where I got the idea of the name from though... Oh yeah, I forgot about him being like... blind XD It's kinda like with Toph; they're just so damn aware of things that folks kinda forget they're actually missing one of their primary senses after a while...

... If he's that sensitive, how does he literally not feel anything regarding Braith's existence at all? I mean... that flame is the literal source of most of that aggressive nature and has a literal mind of it's own... and it's own presence- literally burns right in the middle of her chest...is even partially visible (which I don't get how literally no one at all has commented on... like people with glowing chests/hearts are totally everyday occurrences) like there's some really deep rooted shit going on here that's been like it for years and years

Wait, Valor has been in the dorm the whole time? When he'd get there, I thought he was outside upturning his nose at Tessa's outburst

Oh don't worry. You sound plenty hypocritical, all things considered. Job and School are both taking their toll, but lately I've found a way to give myself a bit of a boost to get ahead. Le update will be coming soon, and this interaction period will be coming to an end.

"The idiot who is quickest to deny his own mortality is always the first to get fucked over." She turned her attention to the other girl. She could feel her skin beginning to burn under the agitation as her temperature crept up though... "So what about you then, tough girl? You seem hardy enough, those injuries are nothing to ya, are they? I bet you're just as certain of your chances too... I mean, hells, I'm just a psychopath who almost vaporized a person while I was running on fumes, and even I'm having some thoughts. But good on you guys if you're so confident... try not to make too much of a mess once Reality catches up to you, M'kay?" With that, she walked off again, bag and instrument slung over her shoulder. But not before pausing to smirk at the boy, Can... "Oh, and thanks for the shirt, buddy. I think I'll keep it, hope ya don't mind~" As she set her stuff down on the bunk furthest from the entrance, she knew Braith was going to scold her long before it ever happened... What the hell was that? "What?" You had the urge to kill that idiot at least three times over the span of that whole conversation. If you weren't bone dry, I'd have had to step in... Remember, Rame... patience. We literally... just...got out of that fucking situation. How good was that healer, tell me? Did she make you forget what happened entirely "Nope...but I'm starting to wish I had known my mom because of her. And it was four times, Braith, not three... I wanted him dead twice over for the joke about fucking me." Look, just... let's keep the body count to a minimum until further notice. And I mean 0. This is a conversation we shouldn't have to have twice in the same day... I know, I know... I've never asked you to actually stay civil before, it's hard, yes, and I don't like it either, but it's what we need. "What are you talking about? This is me being civil-" She patted the Fecnial still strapped at her waist "fucker still has his face doesn't he? I didn't need to use you to kill him...I am trying, see? Geez, ya don't have to keep getting on my case..." Gods... this is going to be... a very, very long road ahead of us...

Ah yes lols... the antics of name generators... some funny shit has come out of using those, let me tell ya... Also fun fact, in case you couldn't tell, Rame is Chaotic Neutral...

"Rame Nero." She said... that cheeky smile was beginning to get on her damn nerves, moe than anything because it almost reminded her of Ingram... except ingram actually meant his smiles most of the time and wasn't an obviously fake bastard putting on a show. "Not that it matters much who I am. Most of us will end up dead or worse soon enough... you two do realize we're going to be sent to war, right? That the whole point of this place is to train new legions of fools to die squabbling for a pointless piece of land?"

I mean...huh... fuck it, I got no clue either. I mean hell, if it's wrong, all you have to do is edit yourself off the bed. Also... that dialogue though... 10/10, my new fav girl... and Pc in general I must now go apologize to all my other female PCs from over the years...and Mareek... Also... fucking called it. Knew you'd find a way to piss her off XD

“Hardly. There’s no way I could have. I’m not…” "Hmph...alright, I guess you don't need her then, if that's the case," Rame shrugged "Bye. I think you were about to leave, weren't you?" Whatever, if the fool didn't want to swallow her damn pride, so be it. She could either suffer with those injuries the rest of the day or try to find the lady herself... Rame gave no fucks one way or another, honestly. So long as there was no Alpha Bitch attitude that started up, the girl with glasses was just another boring blip on her radar... just then the other one decided to open his mouth though "Don't worry your not interrupting anything much, after all if i was that fast i would be disappointed in myself." "Nani?" she fixed him with a subtle glare and crimson flash of the eyes before walking off further into the dorm as he continued, not bothering to listen to whatever other shit he spouted... until he called her spitfire again. She turned on a dime and called back. "Don't flatter yourself, Jackass. I'm not the type of bitch to drop my panties and bend over just because of a poultry bit of charity that I didn't even ask for. And my name's not spitfire, damn it..."

She stared at him a bit longer, still unsure about it all. Before she could say much of anything though, the door opened up and yet another person popped in...this time someone she knew she recognized; it had been hard to forget the girl's infuriating little strut onto the battlefield like she was hot shit, only to end up immobilized and... from the looks of it, more than a bit roughed up. The burns were especially interesting... she knew she hadn't turned Braith on this one... at least, not leading up to trying to kill that laser kid...and even still, they were too minor to have possibly been from that blast. The arrogant fool would've most likely been dead if she'd been hit... or at the very least, wishing she was. Tch, serves you right, regardless... She thought as the other girl apologized and shut the door... only to reopen it moments later. "You don't seem to be injured in the slightest...is there someone here who can heal wounds? " "...!" She flushed, turning away from girl as she asked the question. The memory of that woman's motherly kindness was all too fresh...or at least, what Rame could only guess such would feel like. It certainly hadn't been the spite and venom of her sisters... "Yeah...there is..." she said, glancing over her shoulder. "What, you bite off more than you could chew out there?" She could see damn well that the girl had... she just wanted to hear her admit it.

Ignoring the spitfire crap, and frankly most else of what the boy said, She looked down at the article of clothing. It was easily a few sizes too large for her, the neck line alone coming down to what little cleavage she had and the hemline going down to about her thighs, just where her cloak once had... before that little fucker had destroyed it. "Why are you giving this to me?" She asked, eye's incredulous as she gazed back up at the stranger. Even now, despite them lacking the glow they had earlier, there was still a peculiar glint to them... as the light beneath her skin pulsed all the while like the radiant manifestation of a heartbeat. "More importantly, why are you in here at all? Do they really expect shoving a bunch of teens into Coed dorms to end well...if so..."

Don't be afraid to take a bit of initiative. Hell, the forum needs a bit more of the stuff as it is, has been that way for a looooooooong ass time. Now's honestly the safest time to approach her anyway...given even if ya piss her off (which I'm fairly certain Can will probably manage to do somehow), she can't exactly proc her flames without any usable lumen left... Yes... I intentionally had her expend herself... all according to plan...

Rame A crowd of them were gathered outside as she got closer, seeming to be introducing themselves, or some crap like that. Hell, infact, among them seemed to be all the little snobs she'd been talking about not long ago. She steered clear of them all as she moved on towards the lodgings. She didn't care who was from what rat hole, what their name was, why they were naive enough to come here when it was so damn obvious that most of them didn't realize the full implications of what it meant to be fighting in a war; none of that honky mattered to her. From her impression after getting off the plane and seeing just how reluctant some had been to even engage in a sparring match- admittedly one that had nearly turned into a homicide, but even still, had no prior indication it would when it started -a lot of them were likely to end up dead once they left these training grounds and the true fight began. You can't fix naivety. You can't fix arrogance. You can't fix stupidity. Just as they no doubt saw a myriad of negative traits regarding Rame after the fight, just as the female instructor had, so too could Rame see all their mingled vices laid bare before her eyes. And as Braith again spoke to her, bringing up the circumstances of their own situation for being here, the irony of her certainty that most of those gathered here had virtually signed their own death warrants was not lost on her. You know, I've still yet to conclude... What we should do, after this... Your father's underhanded sentence is the key to our survival... We could desert the first chance we get, steal off into the night...with the work we must already put in, I've no doubt we could find a way... But yet... if we flee, it worries me... how much potential expansion would we miss out on? Training is all well and good, but actual experience... It pales in comparison to the stuff... even extensive practice can only hope to match it's value, not surpass it... "Wasn't the whole purpose of your plan so we could escape? Isn't that what you told me in that moment, that silence was best, silence would sever the binds and let us go free?" Yes, I did tell you that. And I was correct in my future sight...completely correct, even though we left in binds, you are still in a way freer than you ever were with your sisters around... But this? Within my own self, I can peer many steps ahead, behold the many potential paths, but... all paths leading from here cloud and darken by the time we are likely to leave for war... Hell... they darken even now... it is like a blank spot, almost, as if... something forbids my pyromancy... outlandish, isn't it? I am flame given thought and will and wit, and yet even despite my superiority other my wild brethren... still, there are matters that when I glimpsed upon, all I can see... is smoke. Black smoke...white smoke... grey smoke... but smoke all the same. "You tell me this as I'm supposed to intepret what even you can't." ... Aye. I do... I see the folly in that now. But... you will learn, you must learn eventually... I was... hasty in my prior ambitions. Our little foray here showed me that... I overestimated myself... and you "Was that supposed to sting?" No...not at all. It's simply... providing new perspective, girl. As I said, before, we were the only ones with power in your old house. You grasped the basic ends of what I could give you easily enough. You used my basic forms fairly well to rebel against the reign of your sisters... and eventually, you overthrew that reign. But that was just one battle Rame. The first of many, I anticipate. You won because in the end, though you were a runt, you grew stronger as they remained foolish and weak. But you are still a runt, girl. Both literal, and figurative. I have much I can show you, much I can offer you, but as you are now... Well... there are things we must work on. I will leave it... at that. "Things like what?" She demanded This mortal coil of yours is weak. You fell to just two wounds to the leg, your mind so overcome with pain you could hardly hear or notice anything that went on after. Your reserves are like an ocean... a shallow ocean- a mile wide and barely a foot deep. They seem vast on the surface, but when it came time... what you provided me for that last flare... it was pathetic. The ink is fine, the ink is good, but your printing press girl... your press is shyte. And when your press is shyte, what you print will be shyte too. Did you see how easily that woman tore the inferno apart? "She-" SILENCE, GIRL! it was like the roaring of a massive inferno in her ears, driving down her objection before it could even escape You asked. I... am telling you. If you aren't willing to listen even to simple truths as these though... then I worry about how much we can grow in the time we have... I worry how we will survive if you fight me as I only try to help. "I...I'm sorry..." I could go on. But I know you see what I mean. The basic point is... This heart of yours... it has potential, I can feel it. But I did not judge it properly, before this. As it is now, you are still too weak both in body and spirit to facilitate my full abilities. There are many things I have to show you girl. All the aspects of flame and it's wrath... as I said, the things you did in the fight against your sisters was only the beginning. Have you ever felt fire's vigor and might pulse through your every muscle fiber, your very senses? Have you ever felt it's might restoring your crippled form, forcing your body's innate processes to accelerate? Have you... ever seen what many feel to be impossible? Fire flowing free as if it were a liquid? Spirits and Minds being engulfed and consumed as the bodies are left untouched? No... you haven't. Because we are not there yet... no where near it for some of them. There is... much for us to do...and perhaps little time for us to do it in... Something did not sit well with the entity, she could sense it as easily as her own hurt at the sting in some of his words. But he didn't continue. His simple truths were done, it seemed... "She... said to go to our quarters." ... Go. You're still too empty for me to try and show anything now anyway. A shallow ocean indeed, child...and when it rains, it fucking trickles. Go. You are practically stark bare for the world to see... And I doubt those two provided any changes of cloths... Figure out how to remedy this on your own... do something productive while the ocean refills, one miserable droplet at a time With that last stinging jab, she knew he had truly finished. Such a juxtaposition to all his prior approval and encouragements...in just the span of a single tirade, he had gone completely gone from sounding like Ingram and Brandt to all too much like Father... Nevertheless, She picked up her pace again, still staying clear of all the others as she headed for the door of the nearest dorm and stepped inside...

Pretty sure she did... It was either a fighter or a soldier... but I'm more certain it was a fighter...