1. Physical Training (Open to All) “Who threw that?” he exclaims, his pale hair now dusted in bright orange as he surveys the immediate area for the culprit. He hadn’t even been involved in the game in the first place, and had been intending only to pass through before someone, who clearly hadn’t been aiming right, had hit him in the back of the head.
And so help him he will have his revenge.
“Was it you?” he demands, turning to whoever’s closest.
3. Refresh—yeah, no (Previous CR Only) He’d taken one look at that karaoke machine and noped right out of there. He could take the infodumps and the training because practicing the basics was never a bad thing, but karaoke? No, no. He’s not morally obligated to stay there when the god of fucking chaos is running amok somewhere and he has to rein him in before he does anything worse than he already has.
So Jakob finally finds himself right outside the Meeting Hall, the high pitched screeching of the microphone from wherever the karaoke session is taking place rends the air, as if objecting to his untimely exit. With a cringe, he turns around and immediately meets the gaze of someone familiar.
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“Who threw that?” he exclaims, his pale hair now dusted in bright orange as he surveys the immediate area for the culprit. He hadn’t even been involved in the game in the first place, and had been intending only to pass through before someone, who clearly hadn’t been aiming right, had hit him in the back of the head.
And so help him he will have his revenge.
“Was it you?” he demands, turning to whoever’s closest.
3. Refresh—yeah, no (Previous CR Only)
He’d taken one look at that karaoke machine and noped right out of there. He could take the infodumps and the training because practicing the basics was never a bad thing, but karaoke? No, no. He’s not morally obligated to stay there when the god of fucking chaos is running amok somewhere and he has to rein him in before he does anything worse
than he already has.So Jakob finally finds himself right outside the Meeting Hall, the high pitched screeching of the microphone from wherever the karaoke session is taking place rends the air, as if objecting to his untimely exit. With a cringe, he turns around and immediately meets the gaze of someone familiar.
“You—!”
3. Wildcard!
[ OOC: Prose or action is fine with me! ]