The FPC (Based on the DAO)

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.

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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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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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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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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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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."

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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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*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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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."

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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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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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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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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.

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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*

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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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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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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."

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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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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!”

 "So, what is your power then?"

Xavier is strolling through the halls, whistling tunelessly.

Arabella is in the gym, as she often is.