@Cayce@dragonmancer
Or split their consciousness among 3-5 mortals or something? Now that'd be interesting
Or split their consciousness among 3-5 mortals or something? Now that'd be interesting
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“So this bracelet thing here, it’s called a… um, ke-toh. Hmm, I don’t think that’s how it’s pronounced.”
Mouth full of lasagne, with occasional bits flying out onto the table, Aaron read the word out phonetically. He and Arrlo were sitting in one of the rare abandoned corners of the always rowdy library.
“It looks like Navajo archers used it but then… uh, it became jews- I mean, jewellery in 1870, around then. That’s when they started to add slivers of- nope, just silver.”
“So really, this,” he pointed to the brown jewel in the very centre, “is the most important part; the Miraculous part, if you will. The rest is just decoration,”
Arrlo looked up from the snack popcorn that Aaron had gifted him with earlier as an apology for the frantic ride to school earlier. They had made it to class mere moments before the teacher closed the door. Aaron had breathlessly delivered an excuse, something about waiting for a package for his father (“FedEx, you know how they are,”). Aaron would have preferred not to lie, but Pops had specifically requested that he didn’t get into trouble at school. Luckily the teacher had seemed satisfied with the excuse and let him go to his seat, where he then had to sheepishly ask the pretty girl with the raccoon earrings next to him for a pen. All his stationery had flown out from the morning commute, though luckily his tourist's guide remained.
“You seem to read very slowly,” Arrlo observed, having just finished his popcorn.
Aaron snapped back at the kwami, “Just give me a sec, okay?”
The little fairy flinched and the boy immediately felt regretful.
“Sorry, I’m kinda sensitive about this whole reading thing. Dyslexia blows,”
Arrlo relaxed and smiled. “It’s ok. There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know,”
“…yeah, but even so.”
Aaron droops his head and chuckles.
“Thanks anyway, though,”
A loud commotion happened on the other side of the library. Seemed like a lot of people are laughing about something.
“Why are we having lunch in the library anyway?” Arrlo inquired.
Aaron shrugged. “Everyone else was doing it. Thought I’d try to scope out any potential buddies. It’s already my third day here and I’ve got zilch.”
“Well you’re not going to make any friends here in this isolated little corner.”
Aaron scoffed indignantly, “I wanted to do some research first. Fine, let’s go dazzle some people with my flawless personality!”
They both cracked up from that statement. Aaron returned the book and made his way to the center. Whatever the ruckus was, it had already started settling down. But before he could try and join one of the cliques, Aaron noticed some sort of … eagle man?
“That’s weird,”
But Arrlo didn’t have a response. He was muttering to himself.
“Another user so close to my own? And so soon to his awakening? There’s no way…”
Well, that was no help. Maybe it was the school mascot? Or some weird DC tradition he didn’t hear about? The eagle guy started to move towards the girls’ bathroom.
“Aw hellll no! Like I’m gonna let that happen!”
Aaron briskly strode up to the eagle guy, grabbed his left shoulder and roughly twisted him around.
"Hey buddy," Aaron said, though his tone negated any sense of amicability from the latter word, "what do you think you're doin', huh?"
Mouth full of lasagne, with occasional bits flying out onto the table, Aaron read the word out phonetically. He and Arrlo were sitting in one of the rare abandoned corners of the always rowdy library.
“It looks like Navajo archers used it but then… uh, it became jews- I mean, jewellery in 1870, around then. That’s when they started to add slivers of- nope, just silver.”
“So really, this,” he pointed to the brown jewel in the very centre, “is the most important part; the Miraculous part, if you will. The rest is just decoration,”
Arrlo looked up from the snack popcorn that Aaron had gifted him with earlier as an apology for the frantic ride to school earlier. They had made it to class mere moments before the teacher closed the door. Aaron had breathlessly delivered an excuse, something about waiting for a package for his father (“FedEx, you know how they are,”). Aaron would have preferred not to lie, but Pops had specifically requested that he didn’t get into trouble at school. Luckily the teacher had seemed satisfied with the excuse and let him go to his seat, where he then had to sheepishly ask the pretty girl with the raccoon earrings next to him for a pen. All his stationery had flown out from the morning commute, though luckily his tourist's guide remained.
“You seem to read very slowly,” Arrlo observed, having just finished his popcorn.
Aaron snapped back at the kwami, “Just give me a sec, okay?”
The little fairy flinched and the boy immediately felt regretful.
“Sorry, I’m kinda sensitive about this whole reading thing. Dyslexia blows,”
Arrlo relaxed and smiled. “It’s ok. There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know,”
“…yeah, but even so.”
Aaron droops his head and chuckles.
“Thanks anyway, though,”
A loud commotion happened on the other side of the library. Seemed like a lot of people are laughing about something.
“Why are we having lunch in the library anyway?” Arrlo inquired.
Aaron shrugged. “Everyone else was doing it. Thought I’d try to scope out any potential buddies. It’s already my third day here and I’ve got zilch.”
“Well you’re not going to make any friends here in this isolated little corner.”
Aaron scoffed indignantly, “I wanted to do some research first. Fine, let’s go dazzle some people with my flawless personality!”
They both cracked up from that statement. Aaron returned the book and made his way to the center. Whatever the ruckus was, it had already started settling down. But before he could try and join one of the cliques, Aaron noticed some sort of … eagle man?
“That’s weird,”
But Arrlo didn’t have a response. He was muttering to himself.
“Another user so close to my own? And so soon to his awakening? There’s no way…”
Well, that was no help. Maybe it was the school mascot? Or some weird DC tradition he didn’t hear about? The eagle guy started to move towards the girls’ bathroom.
“Aw hellll no! Like I’m gonna let that happen!”
Aaron briskly strode up to the eagle guy, grabbed his left shoulder and roughly twisted him around.
"Hey buddy," Aaron said, though his tone negated any sense of amicability from the latter word, "what do you think you're doin', huh?"
@Vahir
I don't think I'll be able finish a CS by Wednesday, irl stuff getting in the way. Hopefully I can get it up on Friday or the weekend.
I don't think I'll be able finish a CS by Wednesday, irl stuff getting in the way. Hopefully I can get it up on Friday or the weekend.
Of course. We'll be accepting players until the IC starts.
What's the deadline? *glances nervously at my CS which is only about a third finished*
Sorry for the long-ass post, editing is NOT my forte.
Aaron poked the package from behind the fence with the wooden end of the broomstick. The morning sun cloaked the Washington DC suburbs with a glorious yellow light, signalling what would hopefully be an awesome day, provided that it wasn’t ruined by this morning package. The boy squatted behind the fence in his impromptu hazmat suit which consisted of a Snuggie, a dust mask, swimming goggles, dishwashing gloves, and a bike helmet. Eventually, he decided that his home-grown bomb disposal technique would be too time consuming and chose to just take the risk of opening it in the house.
Mason and Pops had already left for work, the only remnants of their morning presence being a breakfast bagel and a note that read:
The text in upper case had a boldly scribbled underline to emphasise the exasperated pleading that came with the message. Bagel plate in one hand and package in the other, Aaron made his way to what was planned to be the guest bedroom. Boxes of homemaking goods were still unopened and strewn in the corner. He chomped down the bagel before opening the package. If what he thought was in the small box, he could not let his morning sustenance get tainted by the contents. But instead of the surprise stink trap he expected from his friends back in Chicago, Aaron was greeted with a small wooden box.
Now ain’t that curious, he noted.
Inside the box lay a neat little bracer, like the ones he’s seen archery people wear. But he dropped archery ages ago. Pops stopped him just before he tried the William Tell trick with Mason.
“No return address, no note goin’ with it. Recipient’s definitely Aaron Meyer, not Pops,”
But even then, Geoffrey Meyer wasn’t the sort of man to collect trinkets like this. Aaron would run it by the post office later. But for now he couldn’t help himself. He put on the bracer, the leather band fitting snugly on his wrist. And then things got weird. A small creature materialised from the centrepiece of the bracer. Aaron leapt back and landed on his butt. The creature stood, well levitated, with its posture straight and its hands behind its back.
“Greetings! I am Arrlo and you have just become the new holder of the Armadillo Miraculous.” It spoke as if it was delivering a tutorial message.
Aaron raised an eyebrow at the tiny being. “Excuse me?”
“Ah yes, this may be a lot to take in. You see, you have been chosen to become the Miraculous Hero of Protec- hey, what are you doing!?”
Aaron grabbed the miniature armadillo by the limbs, twisting and turning it around to further examine it. “What are you?” he squinted at it.
The creature lost any composure it had previously. “A Kwami! R-release me at once!” It struggled against Aaron’s grip.
Aaron paid it no heed. “Bipedal. Dermal plating reminiscent of an armadillo. Yes, many armadillo like traits, but humanoid in overall form,” he muttered his observations. “Hey, you said something about armadillos before, right?”
Before the kwami could respond, Aaron caught a glimpse of the clock in the kitchen.
“Ah crud, I’m late for school!”
He grabbed the kwami and stuffed it into the front pocket of his backpack, right next to his pencil case and a copy of Lonely Planet – Washington DC.
“We’ll discuss this as we ride! Try not to fall out!” The boy shouted to his new companion as he tore down the street on his highly modified bicycle. The kwami didn’t respond to the suggestion. He was too busy screaming and holding onto the fabric of the backpack for dear life as the pencils and other miscellaneous school items went flying out of the unzipped bag.
Mason and Pops had already left for work, the only remnants of their morning presence being a breakfast bagel and a note that read:
“Sorry we had to leave early! Mason made breakfast for you. Have fun at your new school and please, DO NOT GET IN TROUBLE”
The text in upper case had a boldly scribbled underline to emphasise the exasperated pleading that came with the message. Bagel plate in one hand and package in the other, Aaron made his way to what was planned to be the guest bedroom. Boxes of homemaking goods were still unopened and strewn in the corner. He chomped down the bagel before opening the package. If what he thought was in the small box, he could not let his morning sustenance get tainted by the contents. But instead of the surprise stink trap he expected from his friends back in Chicago, Aaron was greeted with a small wooden box.
Now ain’t that curious, he noted.
Inside the box lay a neat little bracer, like the ones he’s seen archery people wear. But he dropped archery ages ago. Pops stopped him just before he tried the William Tell trick with Mason.
“No return address, no note goin’ with it. Recipient’s definitely Aaron Meyer, not Pops,”
But even then, Geoffrey Meyer wasn’t the sort of man to collect trinkets like this. Aaron would run it by the post office later. But for now he couldn’t help himself. He put on the bracer, the leather band fitting snugly on his wrist. And then things got weird. A small creature materialised from the centrepiece of the bracer. Aaron leapt back and landed on his butt. The creature stood, well levitated, with its posture straight and its hands behind its back.
“Greetings! I am Arrlo and you have just become the new holder of the Armadillo Miraculous.” It spoke as if it was delivering a tutorial message.
Aaron raised an eyebrow at the tiny being. “Excuse me?”
“Ah yes, this may be a lot to take in. You see, you have been chosen to become the Miraculous Hero of Protec- hey, what are you doing!?”
Aaron grabbed the miniature armadillo by the limbs, twisting and turning it around to further examine it. “What are you?” he squinted at it.
The creature lost any composure it had previously. “A Kwami! R-release me at once!” It struggled against Aaron’s grip.
Aaron paid it no heed. “Bipedal. Dermal plating reminiscent of an armadillo. Yes, many armadillo like traits, but humanoid in overall form,” he muttered his observations. “Hey, you said something about armadillos before, right?”
Before the kwami could respond, Aaron caught a glimpse of the clock in the kitchen.
“Ah crud, I’m late for school!”
He grabbed the kwami and stuffed it into the front pocket of his backpack, right next to his pencil case and a copy of Lonely Planet – Washington DC.
“We’ll discuss this as we ride! Try not to fall out!” The boy shouted to his new companion as he tore down the street on his highly modified bicycle. The kwami didn’t respond to the suggestion. He was too busy screaming and holding onto the fabric of the backpack for dear life as the pencils and other miscellaneous school items went flying out of the unzipped bag.
@The Grey Dust
Slightly disappointed that you didn't write haikus for the opinions bit. The "three lines" comment got my hopes up.
Probably gonna write up my CS when everyone else has uploaded into the CHAR tab, can't be bothered wading through the OOC to find all the characters.
Slightly disappointed that you didn't write haikus for the opinions bit. The "three lines" comment got my hopes up.
Probably gonna write up my CS when everyone else has uploaded into the CHAR tab, can't be bothered wading through the OOC to find all the characters.
@Crimson Raven
Hitchhiker's Guide? Man, loved that book. One of the few books that actually made me laugh out loud.
On another note, I think someone else has already done a "Death" character.
Hitchhiker's Guide? Man, loved that book. One of the few books that actually made me laugh out loud.
On another note, I think someone else has already done a "Death" character.
Might just be that having neat electives is an American school thing. That or your classmates are all the type to be super serious about their education, which lord knows I'm not. =P
My school is one of the top in the state, so scores are a pretty serious thing here. Another contributing factor might be the fact that around 90% of the student population is Asian, south and east. Not even exaggerating. There's some truth to the stereotype, don't let people tell you otherwise.
Could I suggest a thing to add to the CS?
When she's Ladybug, Marinette appears much more confident and brave. When Adrien is Chat Noir, he's a lot more wild and cocky and cracks more jokes than he does in civilian form.
I was thinking we could add a "Hero Personality" part to the CS, to flesh out how our characters act while fighting crime and stuff and see if they're any different to their usual selves.
Just a suggestion, totally cool if you turn it down.
When she's Ladybug, Marinette appears much more confident and brave. When Adrien is Chat Noir, he's a lot more wild and cocky and cracks more jokes than he does in civilian form.
I was thinking we could add a "Hero Personality" part to the CS, to flesh out how our characters act while fighting crime and stuff and see if they're any different to their usual selves.
Just a suggestion, totally cool if you turn it down.
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