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Character Meet and Greet
I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.
But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.
II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.
III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!
IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.
Joey Wheeler | Yu-Gi-Oh!
Did someone say corn dog stand? A bit of a chow hound himself, Joey found himself drain to the delectable scents. Sure, maybe he should be trying to arm himself or learn more about what was going on here but no. Food comes first. Besides, he wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream, or some kind of virtual reality simulation. In all likelihood he would wake up tomorrow morning, late for school as usual.
"Ya got any mustard?" Once the dog had been acquired, he strode down mainstreet chomping down his food as he went.
"I've had worse dreams, dan dis."
II.
Unsure of what powers this world might have given him, Joey is starting with what he knows joining a group that's sparring via hand-to-hand combat. Maybe this isn't anything to be proud of but he volunteers to get things started moving to the center of the makeshift ring.
"All right tough guys, which one of you has da guts to take on Jumping Joey Wheeler, Mmm?" He bounced from one foot to the other like he'd seen professional boxers do before on tv. Then he rubbed one fist against his nose, and grinned. Anything Joey knew about fighting hadn't been taught in an academic setting, since he came from kind of a rough background. That didn't mean that he wasn't scrappy and couldn't still put up a fight when he had to- it's just that he'd given up on solving most of his problems through violence so he might be a little more out of practice than he might openly admit.
"Just try and lay a hand on me, I'll come out on top before ya know it." He goaded the crowd, until eventually someone took him up on it.
The match began reasonably enough, both participants trying and oftentimes failing to land hits. The only real end to the stalemate came when the blond caught sight of a gorgeous girl who had just walked by. "Now.... who is da- Gfkjgkj". He muttered an oath as a fist collided squarely with his jaw. His opponent had struck with such force that the next thing he knew he lying on the ground and staring up at the sky.
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Correction: were engaging in combat.
What had happened, she had no idea, but the crowd reeled back in a collective movement to let the blond hit the ground where he was likely seeing stars. Blinking her large eyes, she leaned over the blond with her feet on either side of his head. Her pigtails dangled just above his face on either side and the dainty heavy hitter set her palms to her knees, leaning slightly. "Helloooo...? Are you okay? Can you speak? Do you need a good strike to pull you out of your slump?"
Canon, please don't hit the boy.Re: ( ii. )
that wasn't the one currently lying on the ground, had showed up to the sparring match and completely distracted one of the poor fools involved. When Joey came too, he was a bit out of it, he started muttering a few incoherent things before the images before his eyes cleared and he realized that that same girl was now hovering over his airspace. The shock was evident on his features, as if this were something as rare as lightning striking the same spot twice. "What in the?... Come again? Why?" Joey Wheeler was a slick as ever with the ladies.His cheeks colored slightly, as he realized just how close he was to being able to look up her skirt.
Yes he is a bit of a dog. The way she was situated though was preventing it. Of all the luck.It did cause a slight delay in his response time. "Who me? I'm just fine, I mean... not as fine as you but..." Nervous laughter ensued as he debated the best way to sit up. "I was just showing deeze guys how to take a hit.... yeah.. dat's it. It was purely for demonstrative purposes."
Not a typo, Joey just said it that wayno subject
How very modest.She couldn't talk in that sense, though, given that Canon was prone to agreeing about being cute or pretty herself. She was leaning somewhat precariously and wasn't thinking about the show that she might be giving him; thankfully with her arms in front of herself and palms to her knees, the dress she sported was pressed against her legs and failed to give him the view he might be vying for.Lecher.Still! She smiled and offered her hands when he finally came to, expecting the tall blond to take them so she could help him sit up at least. Standing was out of the question given that she was hanging over him. The comment about being fine, if he'd meant it as in physical features, went completely over her head. She chuckled! "I am certainly feeling more fine than yourself, that strike looked somewhat painful."
Although he said it was a demonstration, the obviousness of his being in a daze was somewhat telling. "Are you a combative teacher?"
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Though that is slightly more accurate.Modesty was just another one of Joey's positive attributes...no it really isn't. Okay, so sometimes he might talk himself up, or take pride either his physique or alleged dueling prowess but he was no where near as bad as some of the guys that he attended school with.You know he's talking about you Kaiba. Thankfully is an odd way to spell Unfortunately. One little peek wouldn't do either of us any harm.Joey, no. That was also another accusation he couldn't refute since he, like most teenage boys, had a curiosity about the female form and would often try to catch glimpses of them when he shouldn't.After he stopped babbling like an idiot, he did take the offer of her hands to help sit himself up internally giggling like a madman to be just touching a girl in the most innocent way possible. Seriously, he spent way too much time with guys. Believe him. Well.. and Téa, but she was different. He was kind of relieved that she missed the compliment because it could have only gone one of two ways... or three now. "Naw- he just sucker punched me. I won't be feeling it .... later." Maybe.
"Me a teacher?.... Not really. More like a tutor." Being a teacher would have sounded too old. "What about you? You just here to watch are you looking for a little instruction yourself?" Please say you're here to train, please say you're here to train. "I could help you with that..... fix your posture and all that for combat."
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Slightly?He certainly seemed to think so, yes! Given that he was a teenager and furthermore of the male persuasion, it wasn't surprising that he might talk himself up and enjoy a nice ego boost here and there. Most persons did! It is a pretty strange way to spell unfortunately, wasn't it? Most displeasing. A peek might not have done him any harm lest she spotted him doing so. The cannon she tended to wield made for a splendid deterrent and could be used as an oversize billy club if need be.He seemed awfully keen to have taken her hands and once he was mostly upright, she removed them from his to instead set them to his shoulders to assist in easing him into a properly seated position. She then stood and folded her arms behind her back like any proper little lady would. "Truly? You must be made of something much stronger than a proper humans body can withstand then. Are you perhaps not human?" Jotun were quite large so it was unlikely but perhaps a therian of some sort...
"A tutor, hm?" Perhaps it was just a passing fancy of his when he had nothing else to do; a hobby of sorts! "Oh, I am no hand to hand combatant. I do, however, make use of a cannon!" So she didn't really need any instruction. But the idea of being assisted by someone who knew the correct stances and such was fairly appealing. "Do you think such lessons on posture would be beneficial to working with a cannon?"