Matthew Thompson
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With everyone geared up and ready to head out, Cynrik told everyone to stow their equipment, which was met by a chorus of sad noises. ‘Tsk, these kids just wanna play with their new toys.’ Shaking his head, Cynrik ignored the disappointed Sanfords and walked over to the vehicle they would be taking to the venue, an expensive-looking luxury Hovervan. It took a moment for Benny, Gabby, and Brance to collect themselves and store their gear before saying goodbye to the adults and hopping into the…
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Gabby and Benny’s eyes darted from the brother’s Watcets to their own. Unlike their blue Watcets, which signified they were A-Rank, the Sanford siblings couldn’t help but look at Cynrik and Brance’s wrists with a tinge of jealousy. “If you see anyone wearing the same color as Brancie and me, don’t draw attention to yourselves but make a mental note of their physical appearance. Also, keep your ears open; odds are people S-Rank or SS-Rank will be arrogant enough to blab out their names or brag,…
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At 8 am, the day of the selections, Cinyah woke both her sons up early and ushered them into the living room, where Jessup, Maeve, Aiden, and Rikard were all sitting around waiting. When Cinyah walked in with a sleepy Cynrik and Brance in tow, their attention turned away from the HoloTv, showing a live feed of the fairgrounds, where the Selection would be held in a few hours. Based on what Cynrik saw on TV, it was panning out to be quite a spectacle. From the aerial view above the grounds, it was easy to…
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-Host Cynrik, do not forget about the remaining notifications; also…you are SOOOO in for it when Cinyah realizes your awake.- ‘Fucking hell Tobs, WHY CAN’T YOU LET ME CELEBRATE IN PEACE FOR ONCE?’ -If you prefer, I could simply allow you to overlook the following messages.- ‘Heh, fine, send them over.’ Cynrik sighed in defeat. He should have known better than to try arguing with Tobs. Unfortunately, time had proven that his AI acted solely on statistics and logic. -Your Mastery of Requiem…
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For the rest of the afternoon, Cynrik proceeded to flit around the ring, attacking his imaginary foe, leaving Brance to spectate in silence. He could tell Cynrik was shadow sparring a speed-based opponent based on his older brother’s movements. Mulling over this further, Brance calculated Cynrik’s placement in the ring and soon concluded that he was reenacting the fight he had earlier in the day against Mr. Kein. From time to time, Cynrik would trip over his legs and faceplant before cursing loudly…
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Cynrik’s patience was draining fast, and each minute the instructors took discussing his Status was agonizing. As time ticked by, Cynrik unknowingly began anxiously tapping his foot and drumming his fingers on his forearm. Seeing how his brother seemed ready to blow his lid, Brance pinched Cynrik’s side and tried diverting his attention. To his dismay, he only received an angsty grunt in reply, so Brance continued to badger his older brother until he finally spun around and smacked his forehead.…
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“I will go first, then.” The machine resembled a large 4 meters tall thin PC, where the keyboard would have been was two handprints. Even though a flash of hesitation went through Brance’s eyes, he still placed both feet on the little mat with footprints, and his palms hovered above the recessed dents. Looking down at the machine, Brance felt the beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck as well as the heated gaze of his older brother. ‘Tobs, please hide my Bloodline so I appear 100% Human…
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“Is this really necessary? I don’t see why something as private as our personal Status, Stats, Skills, and Affinities are required by the Academies for enrollment.” Gripping Brance’s shoulder to stop him from walking up to the machine, Cynrik spoke with one eyebrow raised. “This…” Both confused and slightly stunned by Cynrik’s words, Professor Hues, wasn’t sure how to respond. This was the first time he had encountered someone unwilling to present their Status profile. It had to be…
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“ON MY MARK…BEGIN!” Unlike the battle between Cynrik and Dr. Effrin, neither Brance nor Mr. Kein moved when Professor Hues started the fight. Instead, they both stood as if frozen in time, waiting for the other to flinch. The two stood still, feeling out each other for 30 seconds before the first person grew impatient. Mr. Kein thrust both arms downward and equipt two solid metal gauntlets that covered his arms to his elbow before punching the air in Brance’s direction. Brance’s eyes narrowed…
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Sitting on his stool, Cynrik slowed his breathing and heart rate as he listened to Brance’s analysis of the fight so far. “On a scale of one to ten, he’s around a 6 for tactics. Every move he has made so far is either reactionary or based on instinct. I’m not sure if it’s the Tier suppression restraining you or lack of actual combat experience on his part, but it doesn’t seem like he is playing with you. To some extent, the guy has restrained himself to around Mid-Tier-2.” Brance spoke in a…
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