She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
She snaps her fingers as he swears, and the sound sort of… stops traveling in the air before it can reach the ears of most of the audience. She chuckles, turning the hat over and vigorously shaking it, which, over the course of ten seconds, causes what seems to be a perfect replica of Alan to fall out. He stands up, looking at Alan with a bewildered expression on his face. his expression slowly contorts to one of horror, and he opens his mouth to say something-
then Aurelia takes a needle and pops him. Like a balloon. He dissipates in a burst of seafoam and salt water. The crowd gasps, and she bows, the lights beginning to dim on the stage. “Thank you, my wonderful volunteer! I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss the show!”
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
She snaps her fingers as he swears, and the sound sort of… stops traveling in the air before it can reach the ears of most of the audience. She chuckles, turning the hat over and vigorously shaking it, which, over the course of ten seconds, causes what seems to be a perfect replica of Alan to fall out. He stands up, looking at Alan with a bewildered expression on his face. his expression slowly contorts to one of horror, and he opens his mouth to say something-
then Aurelia takes a needle and pops him. Like a balloon. He dissipates in a burst of seafoam and salt water. The crowd gasps, and she bows, the lights beginning to dim on the stage. “Thank you, my wonderful volunteer! I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss the show!”
“How did you DO that?” Alan asks after the audience has left.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
She snaps her fingers as he swears, and the sound sort of… stops traveling in the air before it can reach the ears of most of the audience. She chuckles, turning the hat over and vigorously shaking it, which, over the course of ten seconds, causes what seems to be a perfect replica of Alan to fall out. He stands up, looking at Alan with a bewildered expression on his face. his expression slowly contorts to one of horror, and he opens his mouth to say something-
then Aurelia takes a needle and pops him. Like a balloon. He dissipates in a burst of seafoam and salt water. The crowd gasps, and she bows, the lights beginning to dim on the stage. “Thank you, my wonderful volunteer! I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss the show!”
“How did you DO that?” Alan asks after the audience has left.
She spends about a full minute waving them goodbye before the crowd has fully dispersed, looking into the sun slowly set. She turns to Alan, fixing her hat back on her head.
”if I told you that, it would take away from the magic!” She says. “Now, I really need to tour around this town… I can sense the unlawfulness in the air…” she mutters, stepping off the stage. “‘Cause I have to be a star and make sure this world stays just and lawful…”
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
She snaps her fingers as he swears, and the sound sort of… stops traveling in the air before it can reach the ears of most of the audience. She chuckles, turning the hat over and vigorously shaking it, which, over the course of ten seconds, causes what seems to be a perfect replica of Alan to fall out. He stands up, looking at Alan with a bewildered expression on his face. his expression slowly contorts to one of horror, and he opens his mouth to say something-
then Aurelia takes a needle and pops him. Like a balloon. He dissipates in a burst of seafoam and salt water. The crowd gasps, and she bows, the lights beginning to dim on the stage. “Thank you, my wonderful volunteer! I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss the show!”
“How did you DO that?” Alan asks after the audience has left.
She spends about a full minute waving them goodbye before the crowd has fully dispersed, looking into the sun slowly set. She turns to Alan, fixing her hat back on her head.
”if I told you that, it would take away from the magic!” She says. “Now, I really need to tour around this town… I can sense the unlawfulness in the air…” she mutters, stepping off the stage. “‘Cause I have to be a star and make sure this world stays just and lawful…”
“Oh. You might have some trouble with the company I keep, then.”
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
She bows again as she finishes her song, and the lights flicker back to normal. She waltzes across the stage, surveying the crowd. Eventually, her eyes land on Alan. Aurelia chuckles and turns to face the crowd.
”for my next act, I will performing… magic! But I’ll need an assistant…” she looks back to Alan, smirking. “How about you?” She says, gesturing for him to join her on the stage.
*could i get a description for Alan?*
He’s an average looking man with a bulky figure, neat black hair, and brown eyes. He wears a white cloak.
He sighs. “Fine.” And heads up to the stage.
She offers a hand to help him onto stage, smiling the entire time. Once they are both on stage, she takes off her top hat, comedically shaking it slightly as it produces another spray of bubbles, before showing the inside of the hat to him. “Can you confirm, my good sir, that this hat is empty?”
it seems to be empty.
“Looks like it.” He says. Alan watches her hand closely, a cunning smile on his face as he holds his hand in a perfect position to steal whatever she’s going to put into the hat from her.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
She snaps her fingers as he swears, and the sound sort of… stops traveling in the air before it can reach the ears of most of the audience. She chuckles, turning the hat over and vigorously shaking it, which, over the course of ten seconds, causes what seems to be a perfect replica of Alan to fall out. He stands up, looking at Alan with a bewildered expression on his face. his expression slowly contorts to one of horror, and he opens his mouth to say something-
then Aurelia takes a needle and pops him. Like a balloon. He dissipates in a burst of seafoam and salt water. The crowd gasps, and she bows, the lights beginning to dim on the stage. “Thank you, my wonderful volunteer! I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss the show!”
“How did you DO that?” Alan asks after the audience has left.
She spends about a full minute waving them goodbye before the crowd has fully dispersed, looking into the sun slowly set. She turns to Alan, fixing her hat back on her head.
”if I told you that, it would take away from the magic!” She says. “Now, I really need to tour around this town… I can sense the unlawfulness in the air…” she mutters, stepping off the stage. “‘Cause I have to be a star and make sure this world stays just and lawful…”
“Oh. You might have some trouble with the company I keep, then.”
She looks up, frowning. “A crook, you are? You’ll get what’s coming to you eventually.”
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The miner is wandering around town, taking in the sights before she goes below. She's still singing softly to herself.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CUT YOUR QUOTE CHAINS EARLIER IM ON MOBILE AND ITS HELL TO SCROLL THROUGH THEM
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
The miner is wandering around town, taking in the sights before she goes below. She's still singing softly to herself.
Alan watches the miner carefully, wondering if she’s another of the ones who wants to ascend.
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
*This would be a good place to practice rp, irl it seems like I need to come up with something right now but here i don't*
*you don’t*
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
She takes another look inside the hat herself, acting as if she were confused. “It doesn’t look empty to me, sir! Could you reach in and show us what’s in there?” She says to the crowd. She offers the hat to him, still holding it in her hand. This time… it’s dark, as if the inside of the hat suddenly was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. She looks to meet Alan’s eyes, grinning.
He puts his hand inside and pulls whatever it is out, deciding not to make any powerful enemies.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
Something grabs onto his hand, and as he pulls it out he realizes-… it’s his hand. Exactly his hand. Down to the slightest detail. He’s pulling his own hand out a hat. And then an arm. And part of a torso… (all connected, of course, not separately, that’d be horrific)
the audience, slowly realizing, oohs and aahs, wondering how she could have done this…
(I gave her tons of fun illusion spells)
“(GP)!” Alan says, dropping the hand. “I doubted your divinity before, but I definitely don’t now!”
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
She snaps her fingers as he swears, and the sound sort of… stops traveling in the air before it can reach the ears of most of the audience. She chuckles, turning the hat over and vigorously shaking it, which, over the course of ten seconds, causes what seems to be a perfect replica of Alan to fall out. He stands up, looking at Alan with a bewildered expression on his face. his expression slowly contorts to one of horror, and he opens his mouth to say something-
then Aurelia takes a needle and pops him. Like a balloon. He dissipates in a burst of seafoam and salt water. The crowd gasps, and she bows, the lights beginning to dim on the stage. “Thank you, my wonderful volunteer! I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss the show!”
“How did you DO that?” Alan asks after the audience has left.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
She spends about a full minute waving them goodbye before the crowd has fully dispersed, looking into the sun slowly set. She turns to Alan, fixing her hat back on her head.
”if I told you that, it would take away from the magic!” She says. “Now, I really need to tour around this town… I can sense the unlawfulness in the air…” she mutters, stepping off the stage. “‘Cause I have to be a star and make sure this world stays just and lawful…”
“Oh. You might have some trouble with the company I keep, then.”
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
She looks up, frowning. “A crook, you are? You’ll get what’s coming to you eventually.”
*Should I do something on here? Hmmm...*
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Mornin everybody!*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
*there's a tavern and or an inn right?*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
The miner is wandering around town, taking in the sights before she goes below. She's still singing softly to herself.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CUT YOUR QUOTE CHAINS EARLIER IM ON MOBILE AND ITS HELL TO SCROLL THROUGH THEM
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Yeah
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
Alan watches the miner carefully, wondering if she’s another of the ones who wants to ascend.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
YES
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
*This would be a good place to practice rp, irl it seems like I need to come up with something right now but here i don't*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
*you don’t*
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
Aurelia is waltzing around town, entertaining kids with dances, songs and magic tricks, a constant smile plastered on her face.