A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
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pronouns (i/d/g/a/f) Six up, five oh, pigs come, I cop 'n go The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos |------extended sig------|
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
“I make illusions! Like… explosions! I love explosions…”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*also btw i think this is really cool! It's like, a new generation for the dao (like monster high or mlp or strawberry shortcake or etc)! The original was all 80's/90's and this is 2000s/2010s, so i'm really excited to see what pops up! Obviously i will be reviving some old dao characters*
*Oh awesome, ty! Do you think they’d be older? I might bring in Devin and Rex as adults :3*
*i assumed this was a different continuity, since, you know, different organizations. But you can do what you want to do. also i can mod *
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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 young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
“I make illusions! Like… explosions! I love explosions…”
"Explo---?" The kid suddenly jumps back a bit, as if he's now seeing Argus as a ticking bomb. "But they're just illusions, right? And, what do you mean by power?"
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pronouns (i/d/g/a/f) Six up, five oh, pigs come, I cop 'n go The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos |------extended sig------|
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
“I make illusions! Like… explosions! I love explosions…”
"Explo---?" The kid suddenly jumps back a bit, as if he's now seeing Argus as a ticking bomb. "But they're just illusions, right? And, what do you mean by power?"
“Mostly.” He says, smiling. “I want to master the senses. Right now you can see em and hear em, but nothing else. I want people to be able to feel them!” He grins, a bit wickedly, but in a childish way.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
"I have an idea. I think it's something to do with controlling the area around me with physics somehow? Like, bending space and time?" You see she blinks out and appears 30 feet down the hallway and shrugs. "I have a backup magic wand just in case." She pulls a silver wand out and puts it back in its sheath.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
“I make illusions! Like… explosions! I love explosions…”
"Explo---?" The kid suddenly jumps back a bit, as if he's now seeing Argus as a ticking bomb. "But they're just illusions, right? And, what do you mean by power?"
“Mostly.” He says, smiling. “I want to master the senses. Right now you can see em and hear em, but nothing else. I want people to be able to feel them!” He grins, a bit wickedly, but in a childish way.
"Mm." The kid inclines his head, a little less afraid now, but still unnerved. "So, uh, I guess if we're talking powers, I haven't told you mine yet."
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
"I have an idea. I think it's something to do with controlling the area around me with physics somehow? Like, bending space and time?" You see she blinks out and appears 30 feet down the hallway and shrugs. "I have a backup magic wand just in case." She pulls a silver wand out and puts it back in its sheath.
“Huh… that’s awesome!”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A kid on the younger side is sitting in a beanbag in the hallway. He has curly black hair, honey brown skin, and wears a T-shirt that’s a few sizes too big for him and shorts that you can barely see under the huge t-shirt. The T-shirt has the words “bangbang” on it, surrounded by one of those cartoony explosion things. It’s blue. The boy yawns. His eyes are drooping-he can’t be any older than twelve, and he looks exhausted.
The kid with the hoodie absentmindedly shuffles over, then glances up. "Hey, uh, dude..." he says, in a voice marked by years of sloth: "I'm new here...what's going on? Like, uh, no one will tell me anything about like...that sort of stuff, you know?" His face is strange, and it throws the kid off for a second --- something's off, although he can't tell what. Then, he notices, almost as if the other kid wanted him to. Although this hoodie-kid seems normal, bangs cascading over the sides of his head, jawline close to knifepoint-sharp but cracked by some long-ago injury...but the kid's eyes are bright green. And not forest green, either. Grass-under-the-sun-in-midsummer green, and they glow.
“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
“I make illusions! Like… explosions! I love explosions…”
"Explo---?" The kid suddenly jumps back a bit, as if he's now seeing Argus as a ticking bomb. "But they're just illusions, right? And, what do you mean by power?"
“Mostly.” He says, smiling. “I want to master the senses. Right now you can see em and hear em, but nothing else. I want people to be able to feel them!” He grins, a bit wickedly, but in a childish way.
"Mm." The kid inclines his head, a little less afraid now, but still unnerved. "So, uh, I guess if we're talking powers, I haven't told you mine yet."
*gtg*
“Nope, you haven’t!” Argus says eagerly.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
"I have an idea. I think it's something to do with controlling the area around me with physics somehow? Like, bending space and time?" You see she blinks out and appears 30 feet down the hallway and shrugs. "I have a backup magic wand just in case." She pulls a silver wand out and puts it back in its sheath.
“Huh… that’s awesome!”
"What about you? By your shirt, I'm guessing explosives."
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
"I have an idea. I think it's something to do with controlling the area around me with physics somehow? Like, bending space and time?" You see she blinks out and appears 30 feet down the hallway and shrugs. "I have a backup magic wand just in case." She pulls a silver wand out and puts it back in its sheath.
“Huh… that’s awesome!”
"What about you? By your shirt, I'm guessing explosives."
“Not exactly, but I do really like explosives!”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
"I have an idea. I think it's something to do with controlling the area around me with physics somehow? Like, bending space and time?" You see she blinks out and appears 30 feet down the hallway and shrugs. "I have a backup magic wand just in case." She pulls a silver wand out and puts it back in its sheath.
“Huh… that’s awesome!”
"What about you? By your shirt, I'm guessing explosives."
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
A young woman has wandered past. She has bright purple eyes, pale skin, and the oddest hair you've ever seen. She has it red on one side, black on the other, and a long gray braid down her back. She's wearing a blue T-shirt with a faded logo on it, black jeans that are ripped naturally, not purposefully, and beat-up sneakers. She's got a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a phone in her pocket. She looks to be about 14 or so.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...“H-huh?” The kid steps backwards. “Well hey, that’s cool! Guess they haven’t given you the orientation. Mind control or something? That’s awesome. I’m Argus! Wanna know what my power is?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
The twelve year old waves to her, grinning. “Heya!”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“Uh…mind control? I…don’t think so…but what about you? What do you do?”
pronouns (i/d/g/a/f)
Six up, five oh, pigs come, I cop 'n go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
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“I make illusions! Like… explosions! I love explosions…”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Hi!" She's looking around curiously. She speaks with a clipped British accent, with only the slightest trace of a stutter. "How long've you been here for? I'm Chloe, by the way."
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...“I’m Argus. Been here since I was nine so like… three years? That sounds about right. Hey Chloe! What about you? How long have you been here?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*i assumed this was a different continuity, since, you know, different organizations. But you can do what you want to do. also i can mod *
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)
"I'm a new arrival. I went through orientation not 3 days ago. Still don't know what my power is, though."
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."Explo---?" The kid suddenly jumps back a bit, as if he's now seeing Argus as a ticking bomb. "But they're just illusions, right? And, what do you mean by power?"
pronouns (i/d/g/a/f)
Six up, five oh, pigs come, I cop 'n go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
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“Huh, okay! Well. I could help you???”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“Mostly.” He says, smiling. “I want to master the senses. Right now you can see em and hear em, but nothing else. I want people to be able to feel them!” He grins, a bit wickedly, but in a childish way.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"I have an idea. I think it's something to do with controlling the area around me with physics somehow? Like, bending space and time?" You see she blinks out and appears 30 feet down the hallway and shrugs. "I have a backup magic wand just in case." She pulls a silver wand out and puts it back in its sheath.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."Mm." The kid inclines his head, a little less afraid now, but still unnerved. "So, uh, I guess if we're talking powers, I haven't told you mine yet."
*gtg*
pronouns (i/d/g/a/f)
Six up, five oh, pigs come, I cop 'n go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
|------extended sig------|
“Huh… that’s awesome!”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“Nope, you haven’t!” Argus says eagerly.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"What about you? By your shirt, I'm guessing explosives."
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...“Not exactly, but I do really like explosives!”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"So, what is your power then?"
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...Xavier is strolling through the halls, whistling tunelessly.
Arabella is in the gym, as she often is.
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.