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 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

 “An attempt to create a perfect being. I want to fail. That’s why I came here. Because maybe that way I could finally fail at something.”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

 “An attempt to create a perfect being. I want to fail. That’s why I came here. Because maybe that way I could finally fail at something.”

 ”have you never failed anything? At all? EVER? And are you really perfect? Is there a such thing as perfect? I once heard someone say things could be up to 104 percent perfect, which is how we got Pop tarts and golden labradoodles. I don’t know what a pop tart is though…”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

 “An attempt to create a perfect being. I want to fail. That’s why I came here. Because maybe that way I could finally fail at something.”

 ”have you never failed anything? At all? EVER? And are you really perfect? Is there a such thing as perfect? I once heard someone say things could be up to 104 percent perfect, which is how we got Pop tarts and golden labradoodles. I don’t know what a pop tart is though…”

 “Never. It’s not as fun as one may think. You never get excited and you don’t have to try to learn a new skill. Watch.” He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a violin and bow, he then begins playing, quite amazingly. He then smashes them on the ground “IVE NEVER EVEN TOUCHED A VIOLIN BEFORE!” He reaches into his jacket again, this time pulling out a generator, toaster, and box of s’mores flavored pop-tarts “Wanna try one?”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

 “An attempt to create a perfect being. I want to fail. That’s why I came here. Because maybe that way I could finally fail at something.”

 ”have you never failed anything? At all? EVER? And are you really perfect? Is there a such thing as perfect? I once heard someone say things could be up to 104 percent perfect, which is how we got Pop tarts and golden labradoodles. I don’t know what a pop tart is though…”

 “Never. It’s not as fun as one may think. You never get excited and you don’t have to try to learn a new skill. Watch.” He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a violin and bow, he then begins playing, quite amazingly. He then smashes them on the ground “IVE NEVER EVEN TOUCHED A VIOLIN BEFORE!” He reaches into his jacket again, this time pulling out a generator, toaster, and box of s’mores flavored pop-tarts “Wanna try one?”

 ”ooh, yes!” They take a poptart and start nibbling on it.

”maybe I could help you fail! I’m pretty strong, I think!”  They say inbetween munching on the pop-tart.

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

 “An attempt to create a perfect being. I want to fail. That’s why I came here. Because maybe that way I could finally fail at something.”

 ”have you never failed anything? At all? EVER? And are you really perfect? Is there a such thing as perfect? I once heard someone say things could be up to 104 percent perfect, which is how we got Pop tarts and golden labradoodles. I don’t know what a pop tart is though…”

 “Never. It’s not as fun as one may think. You never get excited and you don’t have to try to learn a new skill. Watch.” He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a violin and bow, he then begins playing, quite amazingly. He then smashes them on the ground “IVE NEVER EVEN TOUCHED A VIOLIN BEFORE!” He reaches into his jacket again, this time pulling out a generator, toaster, and box of s’mores flavored pop-tarts “Wanna try one?”

 ”ooh, yes!” They take a poptart and start nibbling on it.

”maybe I could help you fail! I’m pretty strong, I think!”  They say inbetween munching on the pop-tart.

 “That would be great.”

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*well hello!*

 *Hiya!*

 *how art thou?*

 *Kinda tired, but that’s not a problem*

 *oh, why?*

*and would thou like to roleplay? I have the sad child the vampire bullied earlier, a dog that is supposedly unbeatable in a race, and a demigod of wind. Those are the ones I feel like using right now at least*

 *Hmmm. Wind demigod. I have a new character in mind! A…thing that is good at everything, and craves failure more than anything*

 Aeolus, a small girl riding a cloud, with strange blue skin, glowing blond hair, bright white eyes, and similarly colored clothes, is zipping around the air in the middle of a small storm.

 A young man is nearby. Wearing an open blue jacket and black shirt, his pants grey. He’s treating what appears to be a ball of plasma like a soccer ball, dribbling it with expert control. Arcs of electric cause some of his oddly pink hair to stick out with static 

 She notices him and giggles zipping over, ten feet above the ground.

”Can I play?”

 “Hm?” Part of his face is covered by his hair, but the other half is clear, showing his somewhat bored expression “Sure.” He kicks the ball to her

 She stands up on her cloud and kicks it back with all her might. It goes flying, driven by intense winds, about 300 feet unless he catches or stops it.

 He catches it, faster than any human should be able to move. “You’re not bad.”

 “Thanks! I’m Aeolus, the wind! Who are you?”

 He thinks for a moment “Not sure. Never really worried about what people called me.”

 “Hmm… well then, what are you? And why are you?”

 “An attempt to create a perfect being. I want to fail. That’s why I came here. Because maybe that way I could finally fail at something.”

 ”have you never failed anything? At all? EVER? And are you really perfect? Is there a such thing as perfect? I once heard someone say things could be up to 104 percent perfect, which is how we got Pop tarts and golden labradoodles. I don’t know what a pop tart is though…”

 “Never. It’s not as fun as one may think. You never get excited and you don’t have to try to learn a new skill. Watch.” He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a violin and bow, he then begins playing, quite amazingly. He then smashes them on the ground “IVE NEVER EVEN TOUCHED A VIOLIN BEFORE!” He reaches into his jacket again, this time pulling out a generator, toaster, and box of s’mores flavored pop-tarts “Wanna try one?”

 ”ooh, yes!” They take a poptart and start nibbling on it.

”maybe I could help you fail! I’m pretty strong, I think!”  They say inbetween munching on the pop-tart.

 “That would be great.”

 ”so, where do we start? Physical abilities or mental ones? I have some pretty creepy stuff I can throw at you. Have you ever heard of a worst nightmare?”