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OOC: Chady, Chady, Chady, being unimportant is a perfectly valid reason to hate someone.
OOC: I only hate people whom also hold an important position I.e a position that can affect my life in a significant way.
OOC: Don't be ridiculous, Chady. Hatred is an unlimited renewable resource with no labor costs, there's plenty of it to go around!
OOC: We must harvest it and use it's potential, the region would never have to worry about electricity again.
Post by Collectivist germania suppressed by Hansdeltania.
OOC: Valcouria, I summon you.
"Fascinating. I wonder if more about Vesper will ever be discovered..." Thaddeus suddenly remembers something. "If I may ask, sir, will fire magic be covered in a later class?"
ooc: No please one salt fest is enough for today
OOC: The toxicity of the RMB is worse than Vietnam's fish kills.
"Of course, It's probably going to be the main subject I teach you. Being that it's one of the few non-ranged magics we have, yet it can be easily used at range. Other close range ones such as spirit magic are a bit advanced as in it would take quite a bit of time to handle of and would most likely result in painful injury."
Ooc: I'm sorry I didn't singlehandedly win the war
"Alright, nice! Fire magic is rather popular in Aethras for the exact reasons you described, and it's my speciality."
Ooc: this isn't meant to be sarcastically a$$hole btw it's meant to be real
"Well then if it's your specialty why don't you throw a little hit at me? I'm quite the mage after all, I believe I can handle you throwing a possibly fatal blow," Lucien was still, only his tail slightly waving about, "and don't worry if you'll hurt me, I'll be fine."
OOC:
Sigh. Racist.
Let me do this
Post self-deleted by Hansdeltania.
OOC: You realise I was born in South Africa right? I can't be racist against myself or I'd be a self-hating Afrikaner.
Thaddeus was shocked. "A--are you serious?!" He regained his composure and takes a deep breath. "A..Alright. Here I come!" He began to quickly mutter a long string of words, rings of runes lining up around his arms and torso. As he spoke, 4 fairly large fireballs appeared and floating around them. They were hot pink in color, as all of Thaddeus' fire spells tended to be. Hesitantly, he threw them all, each one spiraling and swirling, at Professor Lucien.
Lucien seemed to be trying to form a shield out of magic, but it was too late. The fireballs hurtled towards him making direct impact with him. Helplessly as each one his he was launched further back, his body violently crashing against the wall behind him and his tail was now limply stretched out. As his body slid down the wall he was now completely motionless, his clothes now aflame as his skin was burnt to a crisp. A single streak of blood rolled down his forehead and it was obvious he was no longer breathing.
OOC:
*Insert feminist words*
Now. Let me sing you the song of my native Zimbabwe tribe...
*Gurgling, choking and spitting noises while dancing around a fire, drums appearing from no where, as well as many batatone level balcony up voices, all moaning lowly. More of a lively hum*
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