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Cedi Quest; 6 months after the CYOA? Took long enough!
Topic Started: May 27 2013, 03:51 PM (493 Views)
Cedi Fonei
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Dragon Lord in Training
Welcome to the revival of Cedi Quest, my attempt to give my OC Cedi a backstory! You may be familiar with the CYOA I wrote a long time ago, which you can find by clicking HERE.

I have decided to move this story to a more traditional writing format, having certain regrets with how I wrote Cedi Quest. With that said, this story directly continues from where that CYOA left off. I don't think that I established much vital information in that CYOA, but a fair warning- you MIGHT be at least a little bit confused without having read that "prelude".

I changed the way I wrote this story so I could focus more on taking the great overall direction in a way I wanted it to be. However, kinda like CYOAs, I'm still including a few choices in between these chapters- let it be known in advance that these will only have a limited impact on how Cedi reacts to events, and they will not completely change the direction of the story. I know what general direction I want this story to go, and I'm not going to deviate from that- but I believe a few choices here and there will make things more interesting.

Also let it be known that this first one is going to be kinda a wall of text. I seriously started this long ago, most of the text immediately below I probably wrote within a week after posting the last of the CYOA updates. I'll try to avoid unbearably wrong updates in the future, but I can't make any promises. I'm always open to constructive criticism, either in the thread or PM (though I think I may actually prefer it being in the thread)...

So without further adeiu, enjoy the reading!





Chapter I: New Beginnings



Generations ago, when man's comprehension of magic was still young, a great conflict erupted over the arcane power of Mana- a conflict that is now recognized and feared as the First Magus War. Humans were largely divided into two factions- the Magus' Empire, and the Paladin's Alliance.

Having occurred in an age so young, very few records of the tragic event still remain. Nobody even knows how the war itself was triggered- but two men in particular are very clearly defined in practically every scroll pertaining to these battles. One respected, one feared...

The feared man was a jet-black haired sorcerer by the name of Zaun Argoth. Although most sorcerers in his time believed that the potential of magic stopped at limits as low of throwing fireballs, Argoth thought otherwise. He was rumored to have spent years in solitude, exerting his time and effort on little more than perfecting his magical knowledge. By the age of twenty-five, he had mustered might that far surpassed anything that most men considered plausible- but Argoth refused to be satisfied, so long as that spark of power could grow. Within a mere decade, he had learnt of and become capable of spells that men didn't even consider within the grasp of mortals- particularly, the power to transform into terrifying creatures, granting him inhuman power and stature capable of crushing opposing humans effortlessly. He quickly became acknowledged and feared by other sorcerers, as he acquired the title of the "Sorcerer of the Eclipse", under his drive to cover the entire world with his magical prowess- the ancient texts obscure whether his position as the magi emperor was his birthright and he declared the war, or if he usurped it in the midst the conflict, but whence the war became its most infamous, he was at the peak of his political and magical power.

The respected man was also gifted with the ability for magic, a yellow-blonde haired mercenary by the name of Soleth Lusolas. Soleth's person, according to the scrolls, was quite different from Argoth- he was an honorable, faithful man, who considered even the vaguest of acquaintances an ally worth defending. His magical ability was much less honed, in favor of his renowned sword arm, but even that he would never seperate himself to hone such ability, never taking pride in the innate prowess he obviously wielded. He fought valiantly amonst the Alliance to halt the advancement of the magus' invasions, but it is said that his blade rarely claimed the life of a human- he considered even his enemies worthy lives, never striking without reason, always taking care to avoid true casualties amongst even the numbers of the dark sorcerer.

As the war dragged on, Argoth grew contempt with the limitations of human soldiers, and he refused to mentor other mages that could potentially mimic- and surpass- his might. Eventually, he turned to the likes of monsters, creatures that seemed to exist only to cause human bloodshed, to fight his battles (it is assumed that he chaneled some mass controlling spell on these beasts, but nobody is completely certain). What particularly amused him, however, were the dragons- the mightiest of all nonhuman mortals, and the only ones intelligent enough to be considered their own faction. At the time, dragons were little understood, other than for them to have a certain arrogance over humans- presumably because of their natural traits, of the fact that almost every adult dragon, as uncannily varied as their species was, was capable of drastically surpassing a human in unarmed combat. Although Argoth had already been capable of matching such strength with his ability to transform, he nonetheless craved the strength of these warrior creatures for his imperial grasp. Manipulating their pride (presumably having disguised himself as one of their kind), he had almost effortlessly aroused some of the strongest of dragonkind into joining the war, some of their lesser giants following suit. Dragons had begun to invade human villages- mostly those of the Alliance, but the Empire fell victim occasionally to the same assaults. Still, so long as the Alliance suffered moreso, Argoth was never shown to have any sense of remorse for such a crime of war...

The Empire had begun to push against the Alliance, beast slaying man as man struggled against beast. His mercenary group having become renown for his prior efforts against the Empire as he was promoted to a position of leadership, Soleth began to realize the difficulty of surpassing Argoth's tactics, mainly those that relied on monsters and dragons. He needed some form of trump card against these inhuman threats. Calling his men to a strategic meeting, he soon heard wind of a legendary sword, sealed deep within ancient, enchanted ruins- the Vindicalus, a sword that was not only incredibly powerful, sharp, and light on its own right, but was blessed with a power that enabled it to slay any unholy creature in a single blow. Such a blade's existance was mostly rumor, and even to this day nobody knows the story behind the blade's forging and enshrining- still, Soleth knew he had to take a chance. Calling together a party of his closest and strongest allies- Rehan Corega, a courageous vanguard, Serene Whiteheart, a devout priestess, and Aki Karore, a wise mage- he set out in search of the fabled ruins, fighting off the Empire's forces while seeking out the blade. Eventually, he succeeded, claiming the Vindicalus from the heart of an underground castle- and the ensuing battles had proved it to be every bit as powerful as the rumors claimed. With the aid his sorcerer allies, the enchantment on this blade was copied to many of weapon, almost instantly reversing the advantage to the Alliance...

The Sorcerer of the Eclipse was nearly stunned to see his battles fail so quickly by the hands of a lowly mercenary group. Infuriated, he charged out towards the dwindled population of dragons, morphing into a dark elder drake as he inserted himself as their newly announced anarchist- any dragon who objected to such a sudden, baseless rule was object to punishment no less severe than what he administered to his human court. If he had done such earlier, he would likely have been laughed off and slain by the hundreds of serpentine citizens of the dragon cultures, but with their numbers severely reduced as of the conflict, their species as a whole under intense pressure, even the pridebound dragons found themselves intimidated into complying with the black magus. With the entire culture of dragons forced into in oath of fealty, he demanded their greatest warriors to station themselves by his castle, tightening his defenses against the assured attack from the Alliance's momentous charge...

Thankfully, scouts and spies from the Alliance's armies had taken notice of such a danger, immediately relaying reports warning of Argoth's draconic slaves, Soleth's mercenaries one of the first to catch wind. Even with the enchantments of the Vindicalus, he knew that rushing right into a den of a dozen dragons would likely kill his men before the tyrannical sorcerer. He returned to the myths that taught him of the sword, finding some interesting descripancies within the ruins he had explored prior. Much to the surprise of him and his party, the forgotten castle itself held an incredible power- lifting an ancient seal over the structure, the ruins rose into the air as a skybound fortress! Again, nobody knew why such an object existed- but this was thought to be just the base the Alliance needed to regain their grounds- mind you, airships were not invented yet, so the point of airborne assault was extremely valuable. Amassing the greatest from all of the Alliance's armies, Soleth was entrusted with enough men to fill the walls of the unearthed temple, as it was directed towards the Empire's heart, flying high overhead the earthbound monsters as they were diverted by ground troopers...

Finally, the climax of the war had come. Argoth's towers had caught sight of some gigantic, hovering fortress of white stone, which the dark sorcerer dismissed as madness until witnessing it with his own eyes. Regardless, he considered it a minimal threat, summoning only a pair of dragons- of an elder and younger brother, Magoran and Talegor- to dispatch of whatever opposition awaited inside. As the gates began to be assaulted, Soleth immediately responded, charging to meet the intruders with Vindicalus in hand, to minimize the ensuring casualties. With a single strike, he sliced the neck of Magoran, much to the shock of the younger dragon- and to his grief. Stunned to see such a monstrous creature react with such humanity- to be so devastated by the death of its brother that it seemed even depressed- Soleth couldn't bring himself to slay Talegor. It was the first hint of reason and emotion he had ever witnessed from a dragon- perhaps the lives of these beings wasn't so unsacred as he had thought. Apologizing for his rashness, only to be immediately struck with rage from the demoralized dragon, Soleth ordered that Talegor be subdued, alive, as it swiftly were. Soleth immediately captained the palace's advancement to halt, as he tried to reason with the young dragon...

Half an hour later, the true final conflict had begun. Bothered by the fact that the Alliance's fortress still flew, Argoth grew impatient, summoning the majority of his draconic army to strike. Archers and mages had prepared themselves on the towers of the airborne castle, barraging the onslaught of beasts with arrows and conjurations. Knights stood firmly at the entrances to the white hold, hacking and slashing away at dragons that tried to storm their way through. Meanwhile, Soleth and company had tried to quickly converse with Talegor, using an enchantment to bypass their lingual barrier. The prisoner ceaselessly complied under fear of the blade that slew his greater brother, explaining the reasoning behind the dragons' violent behavior against humans- Soleth, however, was much more shocked to learn that the dragons were actually being treated as much as pawns as Argoth would his human subjects. Determined to halt the Sorcerer of the Eclipse's reign, Soleth released Talegor from his bindings, mounting him along with his party, as the five mutually agreed to put a stop to Argoth's tyrannical ambition. Talegor spang out of the fortress and into the battle-torn skies, much to the surprise of his assaulting kin, as he dived right for the magus' obsidian castle. With a great crash, Soleth and his allies leapt through a gaping window in the tower, finding themselves halfway into the heart of the black sorcerer's stronghold. With only a few dragons standing guard, the warrior of light pushed on through, cautiously striking the fire-breathing drakes as to spare their lives, Talegor standing his ground where he dropped the mercenaries off.

By the time Argoth took notice of the invaders, his throne room's lock was shattered by a reckless charge from Rehan, the party of four heroes charging in. The robed, thinly-built magus laughed, instantly exchanging his form for that of the towering, gigantic drake that he had assumed to threaten dragonkind itself. As the beastly sorcerer prepared to do battle against the pesky humans that challenged him, his magically attuned eyes caught glimpse of the enchantments that swirled about their arms. Recognizing the source of their miraculous comeback in the war, Argoth's maw uttered one more dark spell, as a vile glow seemed to burst across the entire battlefield. The monsterbane spell had begun to fade, disappearing from every last weapon that held it- even the Vindicalus itself seemed to dim...

Suddenly, Soleth gained a heavenly aura. Before his sword's enchantment was completely lost, a vibrant light shrouded the Vindicalus from the evil energies Argoth had summoned. Soleth's soul, the source of a sorcerer's magic, was so of righteous virtues- of feelings of passion, hope, trust, and the like- that it had subconsciously manifested his Mana into a defensive spell, protecting him from the corrupted magus' powers. Prepared to end the conflict, the paladin thrust his blade into the chest of the draconic magus, piercing its scales and drawing an unsightly degree of blood. The monstrous emperor's form, drained of humanity, fell victim to the blade's power- Argoth shrunk down, regaining such a shape, muttering a malicious curse with his dying breath. Mere seconds after the incantation was cut with a fatal choke, Rehan's body immediately failed on him, marking his own untimely demise.

But at last, the First Magus War had ended. Citizens of the Alliance, the Empire, and dragonkind rejoiced alike as the death of the dark tyrant was declared. Briefly mourning the loss of such a dear ally, Soleth was urged by Serene to bury Rehan and his armor with the tools of the dark magus, believing that his spirit may ward off anyone from misusing his powerful relics again. After having complied to such a request, Soleth was met with the monarchs of the kingdoms he had liberated and protected, thanked gratuitously for his selfless efforts. In recognition of his virtues and ability, one of the rulers- his wife and sons having been murdered in the war- offered the paladin to become his successor, confident that he had demonstrated excellent leadership in the intense conflict. At first, Soleth had humbly declined, but under the urges of his countless followers, he eventually complied.

And thus, the kingdom and the royal bloodline of Lusolas was set to be born. A few years later, once the time had come for Soleth to advance from princehood to kinghood, he requested the hand of Serene to serve as his queen, who gracefully accepted. From that point on, the two of them ruled justly and wisely, bringing prosperity to both the economy and the culture of their new lands. Never did Soleth bear any will to selfishly expand his territory by invoking another war, only involving himself in such conflicts when forced to retaliate in the self-defense of his people. It was later discovered that a similar honor was offered to Talegor, for having demonstrated such boldness to rebel against Argoth, and was offered the title of chieftain of the dragons- upon hearing this, Soleth requested a treaty between his men and Talegor's, which his brief ally had eagerly signed an agreement upon. Successors to Soleth's throne had inherited many of their father's virtues, upholding the honor of the name of Lusolas to the greatest of their ability- still, none were quite as admired and respected as much as King Lusolas the First...






"... and such is all I have read of the history of the First Magus War," Cedi finished, taking a breath from his lengthy lesson as he strode next to his sister. "Needless to say, the peace between humans and dragons has been thinning recently, unfortunately. But, as you were asking in the first place, transformation magic has been looked rather down upon because it was first used to such abusive effect. People have often looked down upon other powerful magics that the dark sorcerer was believed to practice, too, but shapeshifting is one of his more infamous examples."

"... huh..." Ari caught the end of her brother's monologue, picking up her bobbed head. "That's actually pretty interesting. I don't think you needed to explain ALL of that, just to answer my question, but still..."

"Eh... I got carried away in my rambling, sorry," Cedi apologized, relaxing his strides.

"Mister Fonei," one of the voices anonymous to Cedi called out from ahead. "If your son is done entertaining, we're approaching town..."

Heeding that notice with his father, the sorcerer peered above the line of heads that they had been marching behind. Standing on the horizon was a large outcropping of metal and stone inside of a great wall of brick, molded into dozens of buildings, most of which twice the stories of the standard log cabin the villager Cedi had been accustomed to.

"... whoa..." his untrained mind responded.

"Ironic how you act like having wings is nothing..." a friendly parent chimed in. "... and yet you're so impressed by a moderately economic city."

The winged mage broke out into a chuckle at the mention, his father and sister doing the same. At last, the goal of their travels was in sight, as they continued to step forward... and Cedi's mission, he felt, was about to begin.



Cedi's heart began to beat a bit and a bit harder, with every footstep and footstep towards the towering gates. Was he a bit hasty in his decision, he began to consider? Surely, he could head back if he wasn't sure if he was ready to assume the responsibility he was to impose upon himself...

"Regol Vanguard, reporting for duty..." he had heard, suddenly finding himself at the very entrance to the city, a watchtower peering over his left shoulder...

... no, he stopped his doubts, raising his head. I'm overreacting. This is something I promised to do... he reminded himself, oblivious to the conversation around him as he re-encouraged himself...

"-my children from Haome with me," his father's voice rang as he returned his attention to his surroundings. "They wish to become citizens of Regol, and join the working populace..."

"Very well!" a uniformed soldier from atop the tower agreed. Raising a signal from his arm, the footsteps of what Cedi could only presume were men from the other side had marched closer, their sound complimented by wooden crankings. The doors forcefully widened themselves, the men in front immediately making their way in- Cedi and Ari glancing at each other before following the trail of their father.


The city streets were much more impressive, the aspiring warrior realized, when seen from a greater vantage point than a distant hilltop. The unfamiliar architecture and culture of the economic city fascinated Cedi, from the cobblestone roads lined with iron torches to the colorful and varied populace. A wide variety of persons resided in Regol's walls- many times more that of his humble home- from the farmers to the merchants, the wealthy to the poor, the relaxed and the busy. Everyone would take a glance at the returning patrolmen, most of them returning their attention...

But it felt that some would keep staring at the back of the group- specifically, at a winged person. Perhaps being in the very back provided him a bit of cover from some eyes, but Cedi nonetheless recieved an unsurprising yet unsettling amount of suspicious glances. A whisper or two might have been uttered just within earshot-

"Stop worrying, brother," Ari whispered to his obvious face, which quickly turned from doubtful to surprised. "If you let these reactions get the better of you all the time, you'll be too busy dwelling on things to enjoy or make the most of your time here..."

"Ah... I suppose you're right," he agreed, scratching the back of his neck. Surely, he figured, most of the townsfolk would get used to his default form before too long... right...?




Roughly an hour later- which Cedi had spent mostly wandering and trying to accomodate himself to the city- he had sat on a bench on the side of a particular road.

"Sorry to make you wait, buddy," Mr. Fonei appeared on the corner of the street, approaching his son. "Reporting what happened in the village, and all the technical complexities of knighthood..." he explained, turning towards the building across Cedi's seat.

"It's alright..." Cedi responded, re-centering his own gaze. Across the street laid an outstanding building, constructed of firmer brickwork than the adjacent residences. Standing two stories taller and twice the horizontal length of all other buildings, the hall's outer decor was humble enough, but its size alone was enough to impress.

"... well, here we go..." Cedi took a breath, approaching the door. He held his neck back, looking at the sign above the door; "Adventurer's Guild Headquarters", he read, holding his eyes on the plate as if he thought he might have been mistaken. He tucked his wings behind himself slightly as to not brush them against the door as he made his way inside...






sweating lightly, the nervous mage's eyes tried to distract themselves, directed towards various curiousities mounted on the inner walls. Maps. Trophies. Armaments. Wanted Posters. Each one a reflection of the efforts or goals of the variety of men and women who stood in the halls, some making idle chatter in their relief, others discussing serious matters of their personal objectives. A few eyes strayed towards Cedi's wings, but most would remain to their own duties. A pair of warriors had just moved towards the adjacent halls, revealing a lone receptionist of sorts with snow white hair standing at a quaint wooden counter.

"Yes, may I help... you...?" the 40-or-so man inquired, looking in between the armored knight and his winged, lightly-clothed companion. A small copper plate rested on the desk, the words 'GM Welgan Estoc' engraved lightly.

"Yes..." Cedi wimpered, his self-doubt booming through the hesitation of his voice. "I wish to apply as an adventurer..."

"There's no need to be so formal, buddy," Mr. Fonei lightly struck his son with a brotherly palm under his wings. "Long time no see, Guildmaster Welgan. This is my boy, Cedi..."

"This is YOUR son, Karus...?" the experienced man leered between the two of them, focusing mostly immediately behind them. "Well, looks like someone had quite the field day with their magical practice..."

"... it's a long story," Cedi blushed, acknowledging the awkwardness of his wings.

"... oh! Sorry, where are my manners?" the guildmaster reacted similarly, a clear self-disappointment visible beneath the proud air he exuded. "You want to apply for the guild, yes?"

"Yes, Welgan-" Cedi's eyes trailed towards the name plate. "- er, I mean, Mr. Estoc."

"Either's fine, kid."

"Right... so, I have to take an exam to join, don't I?"

"You get right to the point, don't you...?"

"He's been studying up on the guild's practices. I think he knows what he's doing..."

"Very well. If you want to be as hasty as to skip the formalities, I can show you right to the exam..." Estoc offered, straightening his collar and his legs. Cedi answering with a nod, the guildmaster gestured the mage and his guardian towards a distant hallway...






"... here we are," the host made way, sunlight pouring indoors. "The sparring grounds."

A minute stone patio stood below Estoc's feet, leading immediately into a circle of a dirt road. On the sides stood some thin lines of grass and small plantlife. The entire area was boxed in by the walls of other sections of the building, some trees standing against the walls further away. The majority of the grounds were a rectangular extension of the dirt road, divided into smaller sections by white paint. Most of the sections were unoccupied, sans a few wooden caricatures laying on their stakes- what few people were present were either waiting at the benches, or sparring amonst another or the target dummies.

Despite how relatively vacant the area felt, it felt just as, if not noiser than the reception hall. Wooden swords clanged against metal, icicle were conjured against painted targets, mock battle cries and words of encouragement ran energetically.

"Wow... impressive..."

"If you're impressed with this," Kuras chimed in, "You won't believe the REAL facilities the guild offers. The gear set out here is only set up for rookie-training hours..."

"... and for testing aspiring recruits, conveniently enough," Estoc added, pointing at one of the vacant fields. "... there. Looks like a good place for a test."

"I expected I'd have to show I can fight..." Cedi said, as the guildmaster walked up to a rack of wooden armaments.

"Take your pick," the man offered, as Cedi's eyes scanned the array of weapons. Wooden swords, wooden daggers, wooden spears, bigger wooden swords, bows with blunted arrows, staves with a dot of a magical rune... a petty arrangement compared to what he had seen in the hall of trophies, but one that reflected the vast array of talents of the guild. Besides, who would so easily put a proper weapon in the hands of a sparring trainee...?

"Hrm..." Cedi eyed one of the smaller mock blades, grasping the hilt in his left palm. Giving it a few swings to feel its weight, he smiled with a little bit of confidence. "This one feels alright..."

"If you're ready..." Estoc suggested, grabbing one of the larger "blades".

"... oh, right..." Cedi recalled back towards his studies, just days ago. "I have to spar against the guildmaster to have my skill judged..."

"Your father hasn't spoiled any of my moves for you, has he...?" the guildmaster glared half-jokingly.

"Actually, I had no idea he knew you..."

"We were friends in the guild," the knight chimed in. "We got a lot busier after I joined the town guard and he took up the guildmaster's mantle, but we still keep in touch..."

Why haven't you talked about this before, exactly...?

"I'd love to nostalgia all day, but I have a schedule to keep up with..." Estoc pointed out, hoisting the weighty sword over his shoulder as he marched towards the far end of their chosen arena. Cedi followed suit, somewhat anxiously looking around. The sparring members have begun to take notice of their leader's pressence- while some remains preoccupied in their own manners, at least half had shifted their eyes over towards the duel that was about to commence between the master, and that weird kid with the wings...



"I want to see everything you've got, alright?" the master urged, preparing a stance with the great wooden blade. "We'll begin on your mark."

"... then I'm ready." Cedi steeled himself, walking forward cautiously with his weapon held in front. He cautiously strode forward, eyeing the opposing sword carefully...



"Hryeah!" Estoc cried out, rushing towards him! His sword waved erratically, constantly- most likely intentionally- escaping Cedi's gaze. In what felt like an instant, the great cleaver was falling onto his head...

"Geh!" Cedi yelped, attempting to parry the blow with a leap backwards- only softening the blow to his chest, knocked further onto his winged back. Springing back on foot, the mage held out his sword, mimmicking his opponent's aggresiveness with a series of rapid slashes!

"... if this is all the talent you've got..." Estoc evaluated, seemingly effortlessly blocking every strike. "... then I think you're getting ahead of yourself, boy..."

"Alright, then!" Cedi halted his petty assault, retreating as far within the boundaries as possible. Muttering a brief incantation, Estoc resumed his aggresive charge towards Cedi to interfere.

"... hah!" Cedi called with his palm held out, buffeting the guildmaster with a force of air strong enough to completely halt and unbalance his movement. Taking advantage of the stagger, Cedi charged back and struck with his blade, returning the prior blow dealt to him!

"... not bad," Estoc admit as he climbed back up. The young mage ran towards the other end of the arena, whispering another spell as the exert warrior closed in. Estoc watched his right hand's gestures, waiting for the moment he might complete the spell...

"Gust Edge!" Cedi announced, raising his left arm with its gust- enveloped blade! With a swift slice, the wind magics around it enveloped into a razor extension of his slash, flying towards his target almost blindingly fast!

"Hurk!" he grunted, staggering once more as he blocked the arcane strike. "... I see you've inherited your mother's knack for magic. It's not easy to combine that with lacking swordsmanship and make it more effective..."

Cedi stepped to make more distance again, only to recieve a sweeping blunt sword to the legs! Collapsing onto the ground, he found himself held at the tip of the guildmaster's sword.

"... but you can't just repeat the general tactics over and over. Even a slime would predict your moves sooner or later..." he critisized, grabbing the prone mage's weapon. "If you can't show me you can defend yourself in a position like this, you've got a long ways to go, kid..."



A) Transform into a drakeling! The guildmaster doesn't want Cedi to hold back!
B) Get up and use some other magic! Is it really a good idea to show shapeshifting magic right here...?
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abadlex
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Random~
B.
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Just a Username
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A. Yeah, I couldn't help but go for the shapeshifting option.
Edited by Just a Username, May 27 2013, 08:34 PM.
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Kumakaori
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灰色狼
C) Yield, you've lost this fight <<;;;.

Ok B ~w~.
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AeroA113
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B. Because people are gonna be weirded out if you shapeshift ._. Well, that's my hunch, anyways.
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B, better to keep some things in reserve.
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