Mary Miller
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"Are you trying to blind yourself? You had the ball of light stuck in your face!" Timothy slapped the back of his head. "Do tell me if you're actually giving up or something." "What gives?" Han asked and rubbed the corner of his eyes, and wiped the tears he didn't realize that formed. "I was nearly there—" His eyes stung, but he tried to grasp the symbol in his mind, and though he couldn't put his experience into words... there was only one thing that stayed in his mind. The symbol had seared itself in…-
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Han Jing didn't want to admit it but Timothy was pretty darn gullible at times. Then again, his background was a young man that grew up from a backwater village so it kind of made sense? Needless to say, Han coughed and shook his head. "I'm assuming that your mana pool or well can expand." "Probably when you level up," Timothy gave him a shrug, "When you have the Mage Class, at certain capstones—you can get a Spell or a Skill that's related to your Class and desires." "...Forget about levels for a…
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There was only a certain amount of time that Timothy and Han had for themselves to practice magic together—and with Professor Carnus throwing them out, they at least had around an hour to get some things done. And so the two of them set off to find an area to practice without disturbing anybody else. The two ended up in the hallway that was the entrance to the hidden library. "Why are we here?" Timothy's brows were scrunched up together in a way that told Han that the young man wondered why he was…
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The hubbub of the City of Gloria started as early as dawn. It was the time where many travellers took advantage of the chance to reach a good distance, and it was without the heat of the sun beating down on their backs. Although that didn't apply to everyone. The inhabitants of the City all had different schedules, restaurants and inns were one of the earliest to rise along with the market. Guardsmen had shifting schedules to ensure that the city was well-protected. Although they were still running a bit…
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"What took you so long?" Her voice snapped at him. Instead of coming back to his dormitory and finally getting some peace and quiet, the young man came across someone who he forgot was actually there. Right. He had taken her in. He had nearly forgotten that she was still here. Timothy blinked at the young woman and instead of finding it annoying—somehow it just reminded him of the way his mother nagged him before. But it wasn't fair to compare one to the other as he shut the door behind him. It had…
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He was a coward. If there was anything that Timothy knew about himself—his self preservation always took over when things got too dangerous and out of his control. He didn't like thinking about it. He hated acknowledging that the reason why his mother might have died was because he had been too much of a coward, but spending too much time with his thoughts at the hallway to the secret library had made him confront it. Timothy had done it while he was in that feverish daze. It was the effects of those…
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He cracked open a cold one. Well, it was a soda, but it was practically the same thing to Han Jing. At least it was mind over matter to him. He sipped the cold drink and then placed the can down at the cabinet near his bed. The young man was lounging across his mattress with his snacks laid with him. The bag of chips was open along with the bag of cookies as he gorged himself with food and watched some random videos online. He was purposely distracting himself—and except for him acknowledging it right…
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He needed some time to think about things—and since nobody was replying to his queries and concerns yet, he didn't know if the Wood Elf or the Moderator was busy or plain out ignoring him. Han Jing had decided to go out of the apartment again despite just arriving about twenty minutes ago. Because Han Jing was Han Jing. Or some other absurd reasoning, but the thing was that he had an urge. He needed to crack open a cold one and maybe forget about things for just a minute. He had a lot of things to…
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Needless to say, Han Jing barely escaped the older lady's wrath by a hairbreadth. Regardless of his newfound Skills, the man knew it was still trouble to get on the bad side of his landlady, he may have physical enhancements but he was still sure that he didn't have any money in his pockets. Han Jing wasn't sure why exactly he was heading back home in the first place—just that he needed to get away from Mou Gu's place and consider more about the actual impact of what was happening right now. Once he…
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A rapid blow shot towards Han Jing, it made him jerk to the left as he felt the strength behind the punch. Why was he on the defensive already? He reached for Mou Gu's arm to counterattack but the man threw another shot with his left fist. Han Jing instinctually ducked down and avoided the blow and pushed his right leg forward. He swept a low-kick at his opponent—Mou Gu leapt upwards. The man's head nearly touched the ceiling. Han Jing blinked at the dexterity and met a shoe in his face as a reward. He…
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