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[RP] Dark Arts

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St. Jimmy:
Nel followed the others, mindlessly walking as he drifted into thought.

Bing:
Pierre put his book away, stood up adjusted his glasses and began following the group.

"Lets make this quick, I'd rather not have to use these fake weapons for too long.

Jerry:
Chloe was lost among the new recruits... there weren't many of them, but many were much older than her... fortunately, the sight of some half-breds just like her somewhat reassured her. The general spoke about a test in some cave and goblins that they had to bring back. She wasn't even aware that she had to pass some test to be able to join the group of soldiers who would fight against the evil forces... but that made some sense; they would not send in anyone to certain death like that.

She moved forward and took a pair of wooden knives, a little bigger and blunt than what she used some time ago, but they weren't bad at all... she was sure she could handle them quite well. As the seconds ticked, the recruits formed groups among themselves, some surprisingly bigger than others and she was being left behind. Being small and not knowing anyone wasn't doing any good to her... and worse, she often found it hard to make friends with others.

- Haha, look what's there... Does that kid really think that she got what it takes to join the battle against evil? I'm sure that even the goblins will scare her off, with her tail between the legs! Kid, this is not a playground, give those wooden knives back and be sensible.

As they approached her to take the knives away, Chloe leapt forward and started running away from them. However, while getting round a corner, she bumped into a large wooden shield, and fell down. The wielder was another half-breed. She got up quickly.
- Oh, I'm so sorry... it was all my fault. I-I will not bother you any longer. I-I promise.

Looking back, she saw the same people laughing at her.
- Wahahaha! It's worse than I thought, she's even afraid of her allies!

Not knowing what to say, Chloe lowered her head in shame.

St. Jimmy:
Looking back at the crowd in the village, Neil saw a half-breed girl being harassed by group of men.  He couldn't stand to watch any longer, and decided to approach.

"Why do you pick on her?  Is it because she's different? Because she has a tail?  Because she is younger? Weaker?  Why torment her?  To make yourselves feel better?  Disgusting.

"You wanna defend her? Fine. See if we care.  She's your problem, not ours." With that the men walked off, leaving Neil and the half-breed alone.

"Pick yourself up and come with me and my group.  We have room for one more, and there's almost no one else here."

Frenchfry:
Stefan sighed, shaking his head.
"If you would excuse me for a moment, gentlemen."

He joined his new teammate and the half-breed ranger. Gazing down at her indifferently, he spoke in a quiet, calm tone.
"Why? Why would you let your allies speak to you like that?" Before she could respond, he held his hand out between them, clenching his fist. "You're a warrior, aren't you? Act like it!"

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