Camp Onyx

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *I have False Ego of Sadness and Hatred (Mercury Flavoured ofc), Pending on Approval, and Theoretical Plant*

 *Uhhhh just choose whoever you want :3 ill do taylor*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *I have False Ego of Sadness and Hatred (Mercury Flavoured ofc), Pending on Approval, and Theoretical Plant*

 *Uhhhh just choose whoever you want :3 ill do taylor*

 A 19 year old is walking around camp grounds, her hair at a medium length, almost a layered bob in shape. Said hair is rather fluffy, and also... greenish? Not dyed. Like a plant. The person is wearing semi fashion, semi functional clothing, but not what you'd expect from a super; a white cropped tank top, with a grease stain on it. She wears large tactical pants, with large pockets, each main thigh pocket able to fit an MRE, like military pants, but in a black colour. She's talking to herself about counselors, or maybe the idea of them? Whatever she's saying she's growing birch bark on her hand, and painlessly taking off strips, as if her body can somehow generate flesh after plant matter it turned into is gone (idk i'm tired and i'm trying to explain nonsense), and writing notes in expensive ink on it. Before dropping the pen on her chest and loudly swearing, as that was a fountain pen, and now her tank top is even more stained.

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A muscular woman, age 16 is sitting on a log, wearing a crop top, and leather jacket crop top. She has heavy combat duty pants on, which are black with chrome zippers. Her eyes are tired, with large eye bags, and also a seemingly unlimited supply of energy drinks. Her is a shiny metallic glob, dripping, one large portion covering one eye. She has a wound, actively dripping, and she is focusing hard, seemingly trying to force the blood back in. After a few minutes, she gives up, and grabs a rusty piece of iron, before crushing it, and then extending it back out, removing the rust. She grabs her large military grade backpack, pulls out a sheet of metal, and holds it so tight it should cut her skin; but it simply doesn't. She chucks the metal, which, by a string of itself, is connected to her hand, and hits a tree, before pulling back the metal. Grabbing the other sheet, she places it on the wound, and absorbs it.

A teenaged girl wearing a flowy tan dress runs over with closed eyes. She stops before tye wounded girl, panting. “Oh my god- you’re hurt! I- what do I do?! Uh- can you understand what I’m saying?”

 She waves her hand haphazardly, as if not really worried, rolling her eyes, before kinda anxiously twitching her hand like she feels guilty but still not putting it down. "Relax. I'm fine... it's just... I mean not fun. But it's healing. Enough." The wound is completely covered in the metal sheet, which is now melding across the circumference of her forearm. "It'll just be... sore as [GP]..."

“Oh! That’s-“ She stumbles a bit, here eyes opening for a second and glowing white, before going back to normal. “… Hey, I think I can do something to speed up healing.”

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

 *Hiyyo link*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

 *Hiyyo link*

 *Hiya!*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

 *Hiyyo link*

 *Hiya!*

 *Hru?*

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*A few new intros because I'm not really satisfied with my characters here* 

A boy of about fifteen with auburn hair and a white t-shirt is doing magic tricks by the lunch area, showing people blasts of fire that seem to come from suits of cards and releasing a bird from his hat, which is scrappy and torn. His copper colored eyes twinkle as he flips through his cards. 

An older kid, who is a bit taller with Brien hair and striking green eyes, stands behind him, shaking his head. 
“Your form is off, Cass. And the effects aren’t efficient enough. You need to focus more on the intent of the cards instead of just flinging the things out.” He crosses his arms, a deep scowl seemingly permanently etched onto his face. 

 *Killing you!!!!* 

*Can't you just let Cass be happy /silly* 

The boy, apparently Cass, spins around. "I'm just putting on a show. I'll practice when it's actually time to practice. What are you doing here? I'm sure you have better people to annoy."

*if Cass is happy, Alabaster has failed his brotherly duty.*

He scoffs, pulling out his own deck of cards. “You are my brother, if only by blood. It is my duty to our family to make sure you are not a failure, however much I may hate it. As I now work here, I thought it would be fitting for me to extend my role here as well in a more professional capacity.”

 "Well you can stop. You act like you're so much better than me, like I'm a failure, but you're just an overgrown virus, latching onto anyone you can find to make them miserable." 

“I act like I am better than you because, simply put, I am better than you. I do not try to make you miserable, Cass. If you are miserable because of my teachings, then you clearly have not applied them correctly.”

 "I don't want to be around you right now. Stop. Please stop. I can figure out my stuff on my own."

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *I have False Ego of Sadness and Hatred (Mercury Flavoured ofc), Pending on Approval, and Theoretical Plant*

 *Uhhhh just choose whoever you want :3 ill do taylor*

 A 19 year old is walking around camp grounds, her hair at a medium length, almost a layered bob in shape. Said hair is rather fluffy, and also... greenish? Not dyed. Like a plant. The person is wearing semi fashion, semi functional clothing, but not what you'd expect from a super; a white cropped tank top, with a grease stain on it. She wears large tactical pants, with large pockets, each main thigh pocket able to fit an MRE, like military pants, but in a black colour. She's talking to herself about counselors, or maybe the idea of them? Whatever she's saying she's growing birch bark on her hand, and painlessly taking off strips, as if her body can somehow generate flesh after plant matter it turned into is gone (idk i'm tired and i'm trying to explain nonsense), and writing notes in expensive ink on it. Before dropping the pen on her chest and loudly swearing, as that was a fountain pen, and now her tank top is even more stained.

 A young guy walks up to her. "Need help?" He asks nervously, adjusting his hoodie so it droops more over his head, hiding his face. 

*Anyone else wanna rp?*

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*Anyone wanna RP?*

 *sure.*

 *Who ya want?*

 *Not sure I’m cool with anyone. Also can you start please?*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

 *Hiyyo link*

 *Hiya!*

 *Hru?*

 *Goob!*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

 *Hiyyo link*

 *Hiya!*

 *Hru?*

 *Goob!*

 *That's good*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *Poor Caden!*

 *he sucks*

 *Oof*

 *Hiyyo link*

 *Hiya!*

 *Hru?*

 *Goob!*

 *That's good*

 *Wbu?*

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A muscular woman, age 16 is sitting on a log, wearing a crop top, and leather jacket crop top. She has heavy combat duty pants on, which are black with chrome zippers. Her eyes are tired, with large eye bags, and also a seemingly unlimited supply of energy drinks. Her is a shiny metallic glob, dripping, one large portion covering one eye. She has a wound, actively dripping, and she is focusing hard, seemingly trying to force the blood back in. After a few minutes, she gives up, and grabs a rusty piece of iron, before crushing it, and then extending it back out, removing the rust. She grabs her large military grade backpack, pulls out a sheet of metal, and holds it so tight it should cut her skin; but it simply doesn't. She chucks the metal, which, by a string of itself, is connected to her hand, and hits a tree, before pulling back the metal. Grabbing the other sheet, she places it on the wound, and absorbs it.

A teenaged girl wearing a flowy tan dress runs over with closed eyes. She stops before tye wounded girl, panting. “Oh my god- you’re hurt! I- what do I do?! Uh- can you understand what I’m saying?”

 She waves her hand haphazardly, as if not really worried, rolling her eyes, before kinda anxiously twitching her hand like she feels guilty but still not putting it down. "Relax. I'm fine... it's just... I mean not fun. But it's healing. Enough." The wound is completely covered in the metal sheet, which is now melding across the circumference of her forearm. "It'll just be... sore as [GP]..."

“Oh! That’s-“ She stumbles a bit, here eyes opening for a second and glowing white, before going back to normal. “… Hey, I think I can do something to speed up healing.”

 "Oh. Ah. Thanks. But like 'ill'it (will it) 'urt (hurt) you?" She stretches a bit.

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *I have False Ego of Sadness and Hatred (Mercury Flavoured ofc), Pending on Approval, and Theoretical Plant*

 *Uhhhh just choose whoever you want :3 ill do taylor*

 A 19 year old is walking around camp grounds, her hair at a medium length, almost a layered bob in shape. Said hair is rather fluffy, and also... greenish? Not dyed. Like a plant. The person is wearing semi fashion, semi functional clothing, but not what you'd expect from a super; a white cropped tank top, with a grease stain on it. She wears large tactical pants, with large pockets, each main thigh pocket able to fit an MRE, like military pants, but in a black colour. She's talking to herself about counselors, or maybe the idea of them? Whatever she's saying she's growing birch bark on her hand, and painlessly taking off strips, as if her body can somehow generate flesh after plant matter it turned into is gone (idk i'm tired and i'm trying to explain nonsense), and writing notes in expensive ink on it. Before dropping the pen on her chest and loudly swearing, as that was a fountain pen, and now her tank top is even more stained.

 A young guy walks up to her. "Need help?" He asks nervously, adjusting his hoodie so it droops more over his head, hiding his face. 

 "Nah. I'm fine. Just... annoying." She grows a thin vine out of her wrist, extending between her forearm and hand, clearly one of the worst possible, and it stretches down to the point she can grab the pen with her hand. She continues to write notes on it. "Who're ya?"