Ashley is sitting in her room, and is summoning food from the kitchen, portals existing only long enough to let drinks and such through.
A new arrival, cheerful and short, yet appearing to be at least 15 is sitting in the kitchen, wearing a large pink knitted sweater, one that brings the image of a pink, fluffy jumping spider, most likely the bold jumping spider. They have a nonbinary moth pin on the fabric pocket that is on the sweater. The arms of it, and the hood are fabric, with just enough room for two drawstrings. They seem to be confused on the food and drinks teleporting out.
*i would like to rp, let me go flip a coin* The new kid is sprawled out on a couch, flipping through a magazine he's clearly not interested in. His gray-blonde curls are loose around his face, and his loud button-up is open
The teleportation girl walks closer, the floor below her with small portals, the same portals below her shoes, seemingly using portals to float a small amount. "Heahlo. Who 're ya?"
"Clyde." He says flatly, looking up from his magazine.
"Damn. And what do ya do?"
"Right now?" He looks at the cover of his magazine. "Sports illustrated. In an hour, I dunno"
"Okayyy... what's yur power I mean?"
"Currently nothing." He rolls his eyes. "And it'll stay that way until Jackie lets me." He practically spits out Jackie's name. Whoever she is, he must not like her very much.
"That yer mom or...?"
"No." he frowns. "She's my alter. Or technically, since she's the 'core', I'm her alter." He does finger quotes on the word core.
"Like... another you?"
"We're a DID system." He flips a page in his magazine.
*for you tara*
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*i would like to rp, let me go flip a coin* The new kid is sprawled out on a couch, flipping through a magazine he's clearly not interested in. His gray-blonde curls are loose around his face, and his loud button-up is open
The teleportation girl walks closer, the floor below her with small portals, the same portals below her shoes, seemingly using portals to float a small amount. "Heahlo. Who 're ya?"
"Clyde." He says flatly, looking up from his magazine.
"Damn. And what do ya do?"
"Right now?" He looks at the cover of his magazine. "Sports illustrated. In an hour, I dunno"
"Okayyy... what's yur power I mean?"
"Currently nothing." He rolls his eyes. "And it'll stay that way until Jackie lets me." He practically spits out Jackie's name. Whoever she is, he must not like her very much.
"That yer mom or...?"
"No." he frowns. "She's my alter. Or technically, since she's the 'core', I'm her alter." He does finger quotes on the word core.
"Like... another you?"
"We're a DID system." He flips a page in his magazine.
*i would like to rp, let me go flip a coin* The new kid is sprawled out on a couch, flipping through a magazine he's clearly not interested in. His gray-blonde curls are loose around his face, and his loud button-up is open
The teleportation girl walks closer, the floor below her with small portals, the same portals below her shoes, seemingly using portals to float a small amount. "Heahlo. Who 're ya?"
"Clyde." He says flatly, looking up from his magazine.
"Damn. And what do ya do?"
"Right now?" He looks at the cover of his magazine. "Sports illustrated. In an hour, I dunno"
"Okayyy... what's yur power I mean?"
"Currently nothing." He rolls his eyes. "And it'll stay that way until Jackie lets me." He practically spits out Jackie's name. Whoever she is, he must not like her very much.
"That yer mom or...?"
"No." he frowns. "She's my alter. Or technically, since she's the 'core', I'm her alter." He does finger quotes on the word core.
"Like... another you?"
"We're a DID system." He flips a page in his magazine.
*for you tara*
*Oh sry didn't see!*
"Oh. Damn..."
"Yeah, save the sympathy. it's not anything bad, just how we are."
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*i would like to rp, let me go flip a coin* The new kid is sprawled out on a couch, flipping through a magazine he's clearly not interested in. His gray-blonde curls are loose around his face, and his loud button-up is open
The teleportation girl walks closer, the floor below her with small portals, the same portals below her shoes, seemingly using portals to float a small amount. "Heahlo. Who 're ya?"
"Clyde." He says flatly, looking up from his magazine.
"Damn. And what do ya do?"
"Right now?" He looks at the cover of his magazine. "Sports illustrated. In an hour, I dunno"
"Okayyy... what's yur power I mean?"
"Currently nothing." He rolls his eyes. "And it'll stay that way until Jackie lets me." He practically spits out Jackie's name. Whoever she is, he must not like her very much.
"That yer mom or...?"
"No." he frowns. "She's my alter. Or technically, since she's the 'core', I'm her alter." He does finger quotes on the word core.
"Like... another you?"
"We're a DID system." He flips a page in his magazine.
*for you tara*
*Oh sry didn't see!*
"Oh. Damn..."
"Yeah, save the sympathy. it's not anything bad, just how we are."
*i would like to rp, let me go flip a coin* The new kid is sprawled out on a couch, flipping through a magazine he's clearly not interested in. His gray-blonde curls are loose around his face, and his loud button-up is open
The teleportation girl walks closer, the floor below her with small portals, the same portals below her shoes, seemingly using portals to float a small amount. "Heahlo. Who 're ya?"
"Clyde." He says flatly, looking up from his magazine.
"Damn. And what do ya do?"
"Right now?" He looks at the cover of his magazine. "Sports illustrated. In an hour, I dunno"
"Okayyy... what's yur power I mean?"
"Currently nothing." He rolls his eyes. "And it'll stay that way until Jackie lets me." He practically spits out Jackie's name. Whoever she is, he must not like her very much.
"That yer mom or...?"
"No." he frowns. "She's my alter. Or technically, since she's the 'core', I'm her alter." He does finger quotes on the word core.
"Like... another you?"
"We're a DID system." He flips a page in his magazine.
*for you tara*
*Oh sry didn't see!*
"Oh. Damn..."
"Yeah, save the sympathy. it's not anything bad, just how we are."
"Okay. Soooo how's it being here?"
*GTG*
"No idea. I'm new. I don't even remember how I got here, since jackie was in charge then." He flips a page. "Ask her next time you see her."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A massive teddy bear, almost five feet tall, is walking down the hall. It's dressed in an chef's hat, red ascot, and apron, and the stitchwork on the back of its head is crude and clumsy, contrasting the fine, machine-like stitches everywhere else.
Kane appears, waving. "Yo." He seems completely unphased.
The stuffed animal goes for a high-five.
Kane high-fives them. "I'm Kane, you?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A short girl, about five foot four, screeched as she came in, begging to be let out; she wears torn skinny jeans and a short torn to be a crop top, the shortest points about the length of a crop top. She wears a scream robe, with a gold pin on it, long leather boots, archery bracers, and carries a book. Her hair is dyed cyan, purple, and magenta, as if she is some sort of punk nerd; she also seems to have a sweater from Blink-182 tied into a skirt around her waist, and several Green Day CDs in pouches on her.
There is a voice from above her. "It's not that bad, girlypop. Keep it down."
She looks up, blinking confused. "I'm being put into a... prison room... just because I can turn on the radio from the couch!" She sighs. "How is it not that bad?"
There is a man standing on the ceiling. His skin is blue. He has small horns. He is incredibly muscular and not wearing a shirt (very important detail I know). "Prison's certainly one way of describing it. It's more like 'secret organisation that kidnaps superpowered kids to do their dirty deeds'. Least that's what my bestie tells me."
"What dy'they wan' me tuh do? Fetch the soda when they're watchin' a good movie? Ain't that helpful."
"Don't ask me." He grins. So you're power is teleporting stuff? Cool. I can do whatever I want, but it makes random crap happen. That's the reason I'm up here." He sighs. "I dunno how to get down..."
"Dayum. Ya can just jump, can't ya?"
"Gravity's reversed for me specifically." He jumps, and 'falls' back down to the ceiling. "Oh, I'm Kane, by the way. Nice to meetcha."
"Ah..." She blinks. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Ashley."
Kane nods, then falls off the ceiling, hitting the floor with a loud bang. "Ouchies." He says, deadpan.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Kane's arm is stuck in the gym wall. Giovanna is trying to pull him out.
*New character coming soon!*
zepher walked in (black hair, gold eyes that glow faintly, simple black shirt and pants, short brown duster) he walked over "how'd you get yourself stuck in this sticky situation?"
a new kid wandered into the lunch room he was tall, and wore a sort of jester costume of sorts, paterned gold and black, the horns of the hat nearly brushing the floor, his face covered in a mask, with crecent eyes and a sharp-toothed grin painted on, in his hand was a card, made of some kind of metal seemingly, and he walked with seemingly practiced confidence
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he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*for you tara*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Oh sry didn't see!*
"Oh. Damn..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Yeah, save the sympathy. it's not anything bad, just how we are."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Okay. Soooo how's it being here?"
*GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"No idea. I'm new. I don't even remember how I got here, since jackie was in charge then." He flips a page. "Ask her next time you see her."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Kane high-fives them. "I'm Kane, you?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Kane nods, then falls off the ceiling, hitting the floor with a loud bang. "Ouchies." He says, deadpan.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Xavier and Arabella are in the cafeteria.
Kane's arm is stuck in the gym wall. Giovanna is trying to pull him out.
*New character coming soon!*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Struuby! They just let me out of solitary!" When he pulls his hand away, Kane is holding an apple turnover.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
zepher walked in (black hair, gold eyes that glow faintly, simple black shirt and pants, short brown duster) he walked over "how'd you get yourself stuck in this sticky situation?"
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
a new kid wandered into the lunch room he was tall, and wore a sort of jester costume of sorts, paterned gold and black, the horns of the hat nearly brushing the floor, his face covered in a mask, with crecent eyes and a sharp-toothed grin painted on, in his hand was a card, made of some kind of metal seemingly, and he walked with seemingly practiced confidence
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO