*grumbles as he wakes up*
What are you doing here?
This bed was meant for one person and you took all of the blanket?
Go bother tajic or something instead!
As Mark crossed the rickety worn bridge he stared at his feet ruminating about his decision to give up his old life to become a demon hunter. The friends he had abandoned, his mother at home worried maybe even lamenting the decision of letting her son go into such a dangerous profession. He couldn't deny his father he had been waiting since the day Mark was born for Mark to become a hunter, how bright his father's eyes shone when Mark agreed to join the hunters. As Mark pondered he began to realize some of the skills he had been taught and the archaic items placed around the house and the strange rituals done daily, they must have been to ward off or destroy demons. As Mark's feet had left the rotted wood and stepped onto the hard stone now abruptly surrounded by a garden maybe to give an uncanny feeling of sanctuary? To Mark his the sight of children with weapons was at mutiny with the tranquility of the garden. Mark's throat was dry as he stepped further into the mysteries of his new life.
As he entered the large structure he he began to reminisce and dig mentally attempting to unravel his next action as duress began to take hold and a myriad of thoughts began to flood his mind. How would I make any friends? I knew my former friends since I was a kid. What if I forget my training? What if I'm late? Late? That's it! Mark scurries around the room looking for some kind of information for new hunters. He saw a poster with the class time and room number, and let out a sigh of relief. A1 at lunch okay I can remember that, now what time is it now? Mark began to panic once more as he wanted to remain silent under the impression that he would find friends after the first class.
((oh yes and SOUND THE BATTLE HORN (maybe?)))
Ambush?
Oh you are a doctor?
pssh we have frontline medics keeping our soldiers untouchable with magic and here you are with your fancy medicines and machines
*kicks out of the door*
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not that you popped out of a present but the fact that you are up here
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have some decency!Well then prepare to be killed, possibly again!
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google picture wars
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What are you doing here?
This bed was meant for one person and you took all of the blanket?
Go bother tajic or something instead!
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As he entered the large structure he he began to reminisce and dig mentally attempting to unravel his next action as duress began to take hold and a myriad of thoughts began to flood his mind. How would I make any friends? I knew my former friends since I was a kid. What if I forget my training? What if I'm late? Late? That's it! Mark scurries around the room looking for some kind of information for new hunters. He saw a poster with the class time and room number, and let out a sigh of relief. A1 at lunch okay I can remember that, now what time is it now? Mark began to panic once more as he wanted to remain silent under the impression that he would find friends after the first class.
((oh yes and SOUND THE BATTLE HORN (maybe?)))
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Oh you are a doctor?
pssh we have frontline medics keeping our soldiers untouchable with magic and here you are with your fancy medicines and machines
*kicks out of the door*
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if you really enjoy being a pet maybe the rakdos scum will let you be their slave
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that other person can collect fruit for us while we do knight stuff