The FPC (Based on the DAO)

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Xavier is strolling through the halls, whistling tunelessly.

Arabella is in the gym, as she often is.

 Chloe has wandered past Xavier. She looks curiously at him, then keeps walking.

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Xavier is strolling through the halls, whistling tunelessly.

Arabella is in the gym, as she often is.

 Chloe has wandered past Xavier. She looks curiously at him, then keeps walking.

 "Yo!" he says, waving cheerfully. "A new person!" He artfully spins around and starts walking next to Chloe. "I'm Xavier, nice to meet you." He holds out a hand to shake. Chloe notes that his arm is metal.

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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?"

 “Super powerful illusions that sometimes exist on all five senses!”

*naner hihi!*

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*naner hihi!*

 *hi :)*

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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. 

"Well...uh...best to just show you," the kid replies. He drops his flip phone into his pocket, then flicks his fingers. Argus feels the sensation of the ground disappearing beneath him as he sails upwards, feet now on the ceiling. 

"I can reverse gravity in small spots. Not enough to do...much, but I can do this sort of thing to one person. Want to come down, or are you good up there?" 

*ughhhhh head hurtttt*

*Just announcing I'm making a discord server for the FPC with some friends who are not on ddb. If anyone would like to join, here's the link. The advertising bot I usually use isn't working, so I only have friends there, and because of the discord roleplaying system, you've gotta fill out a template for a character. https://discord.gg/ddQtDXQe*

*This will be a sorta partner thing.*

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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. 

"Well...uh...best to just show you," the kid replies. He drops his flip phone into his pocket, then flicks his fingers. Argus feels the sensation of the ground disappearing beneath him as he sails upwards, feet now on the ceiling. 

"I can reverse gravity in small spots. Not enough to do...much, but I can do this sort of thing to one person. Want to come down, or are you good up there?" 

 "Woahhhhhh! I can fly!" Argus says happily. "No, I'm great up here! Hey, what's your name? Maybe we can be a team? That'd be epic!"

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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. 

"Well...uh...best to just show you," the kid replies. He drops his flip phone into his pocket, then flicks his fingers. Argus feels the sensation of the ground disappearing beneath him as he sails upwards, feet now on the ceiling. 

"I can reverse gravity in small spots. Not enough to do...much, but I can do this sort of thing to one person. Want to come down, or are you good up there?" 

 "Woahhhhhh! I can fly!" Argus says happily. "No, I'm great up here! Hey, what's your name? Maybe we can be a team? That'd be epic!"

"I'm...uh...Nathaniel." He doesn't seem very sure. 

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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. 

"Well...uh...best to just show you," the kid replies. He drops his flip phone into his pocket, then flicks his fingers. Argus feels the sensation of the ground disappearing beneath him as he sails upwards, feet now on the ceiling. 

"I can reverse gravity in small spots. Not enough to do...much, but I can do this sort of thing to one person. Want to come down, or are you good up there?" 

 "Woahhhhhh! I can fly!" Argus says happily. "No, I'm great up here! Hey, what's your name? Maybe we can be a team? That'd be epic!"

"I'm...uh...Nathaniel." He doesn't seem very sure. 

 Argus doesn't really notice. "That's great! Cool name."

*Cut w/Naner*

"So, uh, Argus...could you show me around? I'm not really sure where to do...anything. I've just been sleeping over there---" ----he gestures over to the patch of wall he was leaning against earlier--- "---for a couple of days now. They told me to come with them, and I wasn't really sure what to do. Still amn't."

a rather tall kid with black hair tipped gold, and gold eyes in a black t-shirt and jeans, a short brown duster coat over the back of the chair, the air around him humming softly

*How weird/horrory can i get btw?*
A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.

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*How weird/horrory can i get btw?*
A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.

 *Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*

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*Cut w/Naner*

"So, uh, Argus...could you show me around? I'm not really sure where to do...anything. I've just been sleeping over there---" ----he gestures over to the patch of wall he was leaning against earlier--- "---for a couple of days now. They told me to come with them, and I wasn't really sure what to do. Still amn't."

 “Oh… well… you get a room! They’re nice! Small, though. Do you remember what direction the people showing you there went?”

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*How weird/horrory can i get btw?*
A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.

 *Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*

 *rp?*

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*How weird/horrory can i get btw?*
A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.

 *Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*

 *rp?*

 *Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*

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a rather tall kid with black hair tipped gold, and gold eyes in a black t-shirt and jeans, a short brown duster coat over the back of the chair, the air around him humming softly

 Argus runs through the hallways, laughing, and almost slams into the kid’s chair. “Ow!” He cries.

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*How weird/horrory can i get btw?*
A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.

 *Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*

 *rp?*

 *Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*

 *either or, buddy.*