He shrugs as he continues to descale the fish like an expert, taking the pile of scales now next to him, and putting them in his pocket after cleaning them “Do what you want with itl
"Alright, thanks for the help prepping it." Asada says as he takes the fish and begins seasoning it before he takes it into the kitchen to pan fry it alongside some veggies.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Caleb is building a snowman. In summer. He’s surrounded by a little cloud of constant snowfall.
Elijah is near Thalia’s pine, leaning against a tree, curled up in a little ball, hyperventilating.
Leslie storms over to Elijah.
"Elijah! We need to talk!!- Wait... Whats going on?!"
Leslie rushes over to Elijah to comfort him.
Elijah looks up at Leslie, and a million emotions cycle through him at once. Fear. Anger. Surprise. Relief. Then more relief.
”I… not r-right now… what’d you want to… t-talk about?” He stutters.
"Elijah... what happened...?"
“Oh… not much, just, um, you nearly dying… I’d rather not get into it, okay?…”
"Elijah! I woudn't've died! And... why didn't you tell me that you were... controlling my emotions?!"
“I… don’t wanna talk about it… not that. Not right now… why’d you fight Angelo in the first place? I t-told you not to…”
"Elijah! You know he wouldn't have stopped! He was too angry! But... Elijah... please. Can you tell my why you... you controlled me...?" Leslie's tone is soft and questioning in the second part of her statement, a harsh contrast to the shouting and general loudness of the rest of the conversation.
He takes a deep breath, staring at the ground, trying to figure out what to say.
”I didn’t… want to… I didn’t mean to… exactly… but I kinda did… I just wanted you and Angelo to s-stop… so I made you stop.”
"... So... if we don't listen to you... you'll just force us to follow you...? You'll just make people agree? Elijah... how am I supposed to trust you after this? Knowing that... all my thoughts about you may just be a lie?!"
“I was trying to save your life!!! I thought Angelo-might try and… k-kill you… I’ve never done it to you before that… I’m not sure how it works or why- please…”
*what do y’all think Elijah’s fatal flaw might be? It hasn’t really come up yet, that’ll be later, but what ideas might y’all have?*
*what's their deal?*
*Elijah is a bubbly, silly little guy obsessed with pink and friendship bracelets. Recently, a fight broke out between Angelo and Leslie, being Cyno’s and Gonzalo’s characters, because Angelo was trying to get Elijah to open up about something he really doesn’t want to talk about, which seems to have something to do with Elijah’s family being very, very Christian.*
*lack of confidence*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Near the combat field, a disheveled looking Angelo is engaged in hand to hand combat with an Ares kid, his opponent being slightly larger than him. He’s holding his own well enough, though his bandaged wound still seems to be slowing him down. Blood stains his t shirt - he still hasn’t worn a Camp Halfblood one yet - and he looks exhausted, with bags under his eyes. Angelo stumbles back as his opponent punches him in the nose, and he scowls, counterattacking with a liver punch while his other hand wipes the blood from his nose.
After about 20 minutes of this, Angelo gets shoved on the floor. He doesn’t get up, groaning as he lies there limp. His opponent frowns and folds his arms, saying something before spitting on the ground and walking off. Angelo rubs his head, trying to pull himself to a sitting position.
Regina hurries over "Angelo? You okay? The hells was that guy's issue?"
“Yea. Piss off.” He mutters, wiping his nose.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Nothing too bad… he just robbed some places for stuff… He didn’t hurt anyone… we just didn’t have much.”
"... Sounds like an overcharge if Ive ever heard one. Anything beyond minor jail time if he just did whats needed... Its extremely excessive.. Im so sorry"
“Well… it doesn’t matter now… dad’s in prison… mom’s dead… and I’m here. It’s whatever, can we talk about something else? There’s something in my eye.” He’s obviously crying.
"... Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed like that for your past so quickly.. Yeah, we can change topics"
He shakes his head, wiping away the tears and closing his eyes before taking a deep breath, “It’s okay… dad’s gonna come visit when he can. What do you want to talk about?”
"Hm... Got a favorite movie?"
“Movie…? You know the power ranger movie?” He asks, “I’ve always watched power rangers.”
She smiles "Which ranger is your favorite?"
“I usually like the blue ranger, and the green one too. What’s your favorite?” He smiles back at them.
Caleb is building a snowman. In summer. He’s surrounded by a little cloud of constant snowfall.
Elijah is near Thalia’s pine, leaning against a tree, curled up in a little ball, hyperventilating.
Leslie storms over to Elijah.
"Elijah! We need to talk!!- Wait... Whats going on?!"
Leslie rushes over to Elijah to comfort him.
Elijah looks up at Leslie, and a million emotions cycle through him at once. Fear. Anger. Surprise. Relief. Then more relief.
”I… not r-right now… what’d you want to… t-talk about?” He stutters.
"Elijah... what happened...?"
“Oh… not much, just, um, you nearly dying… I’d rather not get into it, okay?…”
"Elijah! I woudn't've died! And... why didn't you tell me that you were... controlling my emotions?!"
“I… don’t wanna talk about it… not that. Not right now… why’d you fight Angelo in the first place? I t-told you not to…”
"Elijah! You know he wouldn't have stopped! He was too angry! But... Elijah... please. Can you tell my why you... you controlled me...?" Leslie's tone is soft and questioning in the second part of her statement, a harsh contrast to the shouting and general loudness of the rest of the conversation.
He takes a deep breath, staring at the ground, trying to figure out what to say.
”I didn’t… want to… I didn’t mean to… exactly… but I kinda did… I just wanted you and Angelo to s-stop… so I made you stop.”
"... So... if we don't listen to you... you'll just force us to follow you...? You'll just make people agree? Elijah... how am I supposed to trust you after this? Knowing that... all my thoughts about you may just be a lie?!"
“I was trying to save your life!!! I thought Angelo-might try and… k-kill you… I’ve never done it to you before that… I’m not sure how it works or why- please…”
"... The other Hermes Cabin members would've stepped in if I was going to die... And just because you havn't done it before, doesn't mean you won'r do it again!"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"But you aren't sure how they are mentally?" Asada guesses from his reply. He would properly sit down next to the boy now. "Maybe you should try talking to them? Even if it doesn't fix things right away I'm sure it will help. We all have to be around each other anyways, so it might be best to clear the air."
“A-alright… thanks for the… uh, advice…uh… what’s your name?”
"Asada, and no problem. I hope you are able to resolve things with your friends."
“Thanks… I’m Elijah… sorry, uh, for being such a mess right now-…”
"No need to apologize. I've been on the receiving end of a few panic attacks, so I get it." Asada says with a comforting smile. "Besides, considering our circumstances, I think we deserve a bit of gentleness shown to our anxieties."
“Heh… you’re right. You’re, uhm, new here too, right? I just got here a few days ago…”
Near the combat field, a disheveled looking Angelo is engaged in hand to hand combat with an Ares kid, his opponent being slightly larger than him. He’s holding his own well enough, though his bandaged wound still seems to be slowing him down. Blood stains his t shirt - he still hasn’t worn a Camp Halfblood one yet - and he looks exhausted, with bags under his eyes. Angelo stumbles back as his opponent punches him in the nose, and he scowls, counterattacking with a liver punch while his other hand wipes the blood from his nose.
After about 20 minutes of this, Angelo gets shoved on the floor. He doesn’t get up, groaning as he lies there limp. His opponent frowns and folds his arms, saying something before spitting on the ground and walking off. Angelo rubs his head, trying to pull himself to a sitting position.
Omar jogs over to check on him, accidentally touching a wound
Angelo pulls a knife out lightning fast, giving him an evil look. “OW! [1 gp]ing- don’t touch that, idiot!”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*howdy drizzit. I gave in and checked out the thread*
*It's interesting*
*I thought so. I saw you made yourself archivist again*
*Yeah I guess it was the role I was born to play*
*at least you cut down on the workload, making people post their own characters*
*I'm probably going to make a thread after these ones slow down*
*what are you thinkin'?*
*An adventurers guild where people can roleplay take on other challenges and improve their character and abilities by taking on quests*
*oooooooooh. i have a bunch of characters i loved, but their threads died, so maybe i can move some over there*
*Sure the whole idea of the thread is to share adventures and have fun on quests that aren't as long as a typical campaign but long enough for people to enjoy and welcome them*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He shrugs as he continues to descale the fish like an expert, taking the pile of scales now next to him, and putting them in his pocket after cleaning them “Do what you want with itl
"Alright, thanks for the help prepping it." Asada says as he takes the fish and begins seasoning it before he takes it into the kitchen to pan fry it alongside some veggies.
He sits down, beginning to make some sort of necklace with the fish scales as they cook, humming to himself as he puts holes in the scales and runs a thread through the holes.
Near the combat field, a disheveled looking Angelo is engaged in hand to hand combat with an Ares kid, his opponent being slightly larger than him. He’s holding his own well enough, though his bandaged wound still seems to be slowing him down. Blood stains his t shirt - he still hasn’t worn a Camp Halfblood one yet - and he looks exhausted, with bags under his eyes. Angelo stumbles back as his opponent punches him in the nose, and he scowls, counterattacking with a liver punch while his other hand wipes the blood from his nose.
After about 20 minutes of this, Angelo gets shoved on the floor. He doesn’t get up, groaning as he lies there limp. His opponent frowns and folds his arms, saying something before spitting on the ground and walking off. Angelo rubs his head, trying to pull himself to a sitting position.
Regina hurries over "Angelo? You okay? The hells was that guy's issue?"
“Yea. Piss off.” He mutters, wiping his nose.
"Ch, not till youre bandaged up at the very least"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Near the combat field, a disheveled looking Angelo is engaged in hand to hand combat with an Ares kid, his opponent being slightly larger than him. He’s holding his own well enough, though his bandaged wound still seems to be slowing him down. Blood stains his t shirt - he still hasn’t worn a Camp Halfblood one yet - and he looks exhausted, with bags under his eyes. Angelo stumbles back as his opponent punches him in the nose, and he scowls, counterattacking with a liver punch while his other hand wipes the blood from his nose.
After about 20 minutes of this, Angelo gets shoved on the floor. He doesn’t get up, groaning as he lies there limp. His opponent frowns and folds his arms, saying something before spitting on the ground and walking off. Angelo rubs his head, trying to pull himself to a sitting position.
Caleb is watching, mildly concerned. Once Angelo is knocked down, Caleb jogs over to check if he’s okay.
Angelo is laying flat on the ground, staring at the sky. He has a black eye, a broken nose, and a bandage around his stomach. He still however manages to scowl at Caleb.
Seeing Angelo’s expression, he backs off a bit. “I’m gonna… go get an Apollo kid-“
Near the combat field, a disheveled looking Angelo is engaged in hand to hand combat with an Ares kid, his opponent being slightly larger than him. He’s holding his own well enough, though his bandaged wound still seems to be slowing him down. Blood stains his t shirt - he still hasn’t worn a Camp Halfblood one yet - and he looks exhausted, with bags under his eyes. Angelo stumbles back as his opponent punches him in the nose, and he scowls, counterattacking with a liver punch while his other hand wipes the blood from his nose.
After about 20 minutes of this, Angelo gets shoved on the floor. He doesn’t get up, groaning as he lies there limp. His opponent frowns and folds his arms, saying something before spitting on the ground and walking off. Angelo rubs his head, trying to pull himself to a sitting position.
Omar jogs over to check on him, accidentally touching a wound
Angelo pulls a knife out lightning fast, giving him an evil look. “OW! [1 gp]ing- don’t touch that, idiot!”
"AHHhhhh! sorry man. you need any help?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Near the combat field, a disheveled looking Angelo is engaged in hand to hand combat with an Ares kid, his opponent being slightly larger than him. He’s holding his own well enough, though his bandaged wound still seems to be slowing him down. Blood stains his t shirt - he still hasn’t worn a Camp Halfblood one yet - and he looks exhausted, with bags under his eyes. Angelo stumbles back as his opponent punches him in the nose, and he scowls, counterattacking with a liver punch while his other hand wipes the blood from his nose.
After about 20 minutes of this, Angelo gets shoved on the floor. He doesn’t get up, groaning as he lies there limp. His opponent frowns and folds his arms, saying something before spitting on the ground and walking off. Angelo rubs his head, trying to pull himself to a sitting position.
Caleb is watching, mildly concerned. Once Angelo is knocked down, Caleb jogs over to check if he’s okay.
Angelo is laying flat on the ground, staring at the sky. He has a black eye, a broken nose, and a bandage around his stomach. He still however manages to scowl at Caleb.
Seeing Angelo’s expression, he backs off a bit. “I’m gonna… go get an Apollo kid-“
*I can help in this I made an apollo kid healer guy*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“Nothing too bad… he just robbed some places for stuff… He didn’t hurt anyone… we just didn’t have much.”
"... Sounds like an overcharge if Ive ever heard one. Anything beyond minor jail time if he just did whats needed... Its extremely excessive.. Im so sorry"
“Well… it doesn’t matter now… dad’s in prison… mom’s dead… and I’m here. It’s whatever, can we talk about something else? There’s something in my eye.” He’s obviously crying.
"... Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed like that for your past so quickly.. Yeah, we can change topics"
He shakes his head, wiping away the tears and closing his eyes before taking a deep breath, “It’s okay… dad’s gonna come visit when he can. What do you want to talk about?”
"Hm... Got a favorite movie?"
“Movie…? You know the power ranger movie?” He asks, “I’ve always watched power rangers.”
She smiles "Which ranger is your favorite?"
“I usually like the blue ranger, and the green one too. What’s your favorite?” He smiles back at them.
"Black ranger. Always looked very sleek"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"No need to apologize. I've been on the receiving end of a few panic attacks, so I get it." Asada says with a comforting smile. "Besides, considering our circumstances, I think we deserve a bit of gentleness shown to our anxieties."
“Heh… you’re right. You’re, uhm, new here too, right? I just got here a few days ago…”
"Yeah, just got here yesterday. I'm still rather lost on all this, but I'm trying to take things in one step at a time. I'm actually trying to figure out how to train, since apparently we are suppose to fight monsters and do quests or something...I've never picked up a weapon before in my life outside of video games..." Asada says a bit anxiously.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*what do y’all think Elijah’s fatal flaw might be? It hasn’t really come up yet, that’ll be later, but what ideas might y’all have?*
*being pink*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"No need to apologize. I've been on the receiving end of a few panic attacks, so I get it." Asada says with a comforting smile. "Besides, considering our circumstances, I think we deserve a bit of gentleness shown to our anxieties."
“Heh… you’re right. You’re, uhm, new here too, right? I just got here a few days ago…”
"Yeah, just got here yesterday. I'm still rather lost on all this, but I'm trying to take things in one step at a time. I'm actually trying to figure out how to train, since apparently we are suppose to fight monsters and do quests or something...I've never picked up a weapon before in my life outside of video games..." Asada says a bit anxiously.
“Video games?! That’s cool! My parents didn’t, uh, let me play video games. Luckily, I know how to use a bow…”
"Alright, thanks for the help prepping it." Asada says as he takes the fish and begins seasoning it before he takes it into the kitchen to pan fry it alongside some veggies.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“I was trying to save your life!!! I thought Angelo-might try and… k-kill you… I’ve never done it to you before that… I’m not sure how it works or why- please…”
*lack of confidence*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Yea. Piss off.” He mutters, wiping his nose.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“I usually like the blue ranger, and the green one too. What’s your favorite?” He smiles back at them.
"... The other Hermes Cabin members would've stepped in if I was going to die... And just because you havn't done it before, doesn't mean you won'r do it again!"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Heh… you’re right. You’re, uhm, new here too, right? I just got here a few days ago…”
Angelo pulls a knife out lightning fast, giving him an evil look. “OW! [1 gp]ing- don’t touch that, idiot!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Sure the whole idea of the thread is to share adventures and have fun on quests that aren't as long as a typical campaign but long enough for people to enjoy and welcome them*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He sits down, beginning to make some sort of necklace with the fish scales as they cook, humming to himself as he puts holes in the scales and runs a thread through the holes.
"Ch, not till youre bandaged up at the very least"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Seeing Angelo’s expression, he backs off a bit. “I’m gonna… go get an Apollo kid-“
"AHHhhhh! sorry man. you need any help?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*I can help in this I made an apollo kid healer guy*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Black ranger. Always looked very sleek"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Yeah, just got here yesterday. I'm still rather lost on all this, but I'm trying to take things in one step at a time. I'm actually trying to figure out how to train, since apparently we are suppose to fight monsters and do quests or something...I've never picked up a weapon before in my life outside of video games..." Asada says a bit anxiously.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*being pink*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Cut for Chris.*
He nods, “They are very cool… doesn’t the Green Ranger become the Black Ranger?”
“Video games?! That’s cool! My parents didn’t, uh, let me play video games. Luckily, I know how to use a bow…”
*this is the correct answer*