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Current I'ma fuck this bitch, I fuck her off the shrooms (Yeah), woah
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Introducing Recollections: Moon: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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We laugh all day like Dumber and Dumber.
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das not a flex
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Categories don't matter when standards aren't being enforced.

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"You're a fine warrior. Call me sentimental..."







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@Prosaic Damn it.

I have a near-finished post full of stuff for you to respond to.
<Snipped quote by Surtr Inc>

Oh lol, no worries. I'm fine with either option tbh, I'll leave it up to you.


Like spoopy's parents, we just have to work with the failure.
@Mike73 I may have hilariously misread one of your earlier posts. Want me to edit or roll with it?

Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.


Everything was going well... they needed a bit more of a "push" to remind them what was at stake here - but Britney knew that perhaps, maybe, she could create one. Then Penny ran her mouth, barraging Claire with so many insults that had to stung. Just because Claire said that she want anything to do with this. Britney bit her fingers - she could ignore Lawson, but Claire couldn't.

"Oooooooh..." Justin knew this was gonna get ugly. Real ugly. You don't just say that kind of thing in a room full of people, and expect there to be zero reaction. Especially when you stab that deep. He didn't know Claire
like that (he figured she had some problems, but if she kept it to herself, Justin was fine), but given her reaction, Penny may have some merit. On one hand, maybe Penny was right that Claire shouldn't be so reluctant to protect this town. On the other hand, nobody has to fight any battle that they don't want - or have any stake in. One thing his late grandmother taught him was to pick his battles veeeeery carefully.

An attribute that neither Claire nor Penny possessed, it seemed. Even though Justin hadn't been very active in this conversation, he knew that, perhaps, he should stop Claire from tearing this girl a new one.

The edge of the table snapped because Claire gripped it so hard - her aura was a bright red color, and smoking. She dropped it to the ground. Each and every one of Penny's words made her mad. Very mad. It was a quiet rage that boiled up inside of her... and she did nothing for a few moments. Not anything as the fat fuck ran his mouth, and nothing as the stupid foreign girl told Penny to leave.

"Penny, if my voice makes you want to end it all, then motherfuckin' do it already and stop wasting air already!" Claire screamed as she tried to maneuver over to Penny, but was stopped by Justin. She tried clawing her way past him, but he stopped her by grabbing onto her shoulders. The only thing stopping her telekinesis from crushing him was the fact she inherently didn't want to hurt him. "You are the most pretentious, arrogant-ass, self-righteous little bitch I've ever seen in my entire life! You act like you're some kind of sane-woman in a town full of assholes, yet I don't see you actin' any better than the people you shittalk."

"Claire, she's not worth it." Justin tried to convince her, but she wasn't listening.

"Is it fuckin' cowardice to only want to be left alone?! Is it cowardice to wanna' live in fuckin' peace while you do whatever asshole crusade?" Eventually, a wave of force knocked Justin away and there were nothing stopping her from tearing at Penny. "Actually, it ain't even a crusade! What good are you doing sittin' here bitchin' about what I'm while Scott 'strolls around and murders' here? Sounds to me like you just like putting other people down to sound bigger - but yet you're soooooooooooo small to me."

This was more than enough for Britney. Her heart was pounding, and there was a tightening in her chest. All I'm trying to do is the right thing - why is it so hard? Britney thought to herself as every sound, every thought, started to seem incredibly loud. Her face rested into her hands - why? Why couldn't they realize that there were things far bigger than their stupid grudges out there? Why couldn't they all just stop for second.

"Would all of you..." Britney stood up from her slumped position. "... fucking stop!?"

At this moment, a wave came fourth that made them do just that: stop. The room went completely black - and not because of Martin's abstraction - for just a brief instant. When the light came back, everyone found themselves in a teal-blue colored space - standing on seemingly a transparent platform. Claire looked around, and wondered where the fuck she was even. She looked at her hands, and noticed that she was transparent again and ghost-like again - like that dream.

"Okay, this is getting weirder by the literal moment..." Justin said to himself as he realized he was red and transparent. "Well, I can at least say I prefer this to all that shit going on in that conference room?"
I will as well. I don't plan on Jasmine having access to her powers right away though, hopefully she'll be able to get by as a normie for now.


she'll get axe murdered
Okay, this time I made the post AND it's definitely posted this time. Only thing it's missing is a Kimberly/Jordan pov but I have to head to work so I don't have enough time.

Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.


As Britney listened to everyone's various sounds of intrigue and other such concerns, she felt this whole meeting turning around. Going just where she wanted it to. Still, she knew that they were doubtful of her knowing this. As Aliana said, it sounded like she has firsthand experience. Which was true... but at the same time not very true. Still, she had planned for this from the beginning and knew exactly how to put an end to all the doubts. She walked over to her white leather bag which she had casually set in the corner and bent over and dug into it for a second. She pulled out a black book - an old book with a golden lock - and casually sauntered over to Rien, before she opened the book, and presented it to Rien.

"It's not in any library," Britney said, unaware that she was being somewhat smug. "But, yes. I do in fact have a handy book." This elected a snort from Claire.

It was a diary, scrawled in a distinct handwriting that made it just about legible.



That was where the book seemingly ended. From there, a great deal of the pages were torn out, and the rest were blank. As if somebody was trying to hide something. But, from there, Britney passed the rest of the book around for everyone else to read.

When it was Claire's turn to give it a read (This handwriting looks a lil' familiar if that makes sense), her finger lingered over the name John Reid. She held her mouth open as if she had something to say, but she merely muttered to herself, "John Reid...." The name was in fact familiar to her. He was one of the big farmers in town, apart of the little defacto council with the mayor. He was always trying to help people stay on the straight on and narrow... but, even he had to realize this was one thing he couldn't fix.

"I'm not sure how familiar you all are with John Reid, but he gave me this book and was a very close friend of mine," Britney said, as she looked at everyone here. "You know that dream with the two kids? Well..." She awkwardly shuffled in her feet, as she put her hands together.

"... He was the boy in that dream we all had, and he's dead. Nobody knows who killed him or how he died."

The words made Justin shudder. It reminded him of the death of a certain somebody, and how nobody knew anything. He sighed, but there was a question on his mind... "Wait, where's the rest of the book?" Justin said as he shuffled through the book, "I don't think there's just one page, is there?"

So, John's dead? It made sense that he was the boy in the dream - they didn't look all that different. But, if Britney was going where she wanted. That was when she narrowed her eyes, and said, "And what's this all even mean? You want us to become the Guardians of this shithole?" She asked, "Sorry, not interested, and I doubt anyone else here is interested." She looked around the group to various responses.

Claire had a point, and Britney wasn't going to ignore it. "And I'm not asking you to do no such thing," Britney started off, "But, what I'm asking you all is help getting to the bottom of this - I want help helping me solve his murder, and to find the rest of his book because..."

She looked off to the side, "... there's a lot of threats out there that John was keeping at bay, and once they figure out that he's out of the picture, they're going to come after us before we can become a problem for them."

She shuffled her feet, "So, I'm certain that the best ways to handle them are in that book."



@Mike73
Grand Ridge Academy - Outside the Conference Room.


Upon seeing Grant, Lynette immediately smiled at her friend. She immediately greeted him with a 'Hello' in sign language. It was one thing that Lynette prided herself on, her incredible sign language skills all because of her mother's disability. It wasn't something that she could flaunt here due to the lack of people that even knew what she was doing. Still, Lynette understood Grant's nonverbal communications, as well. He asked her if she had found something incredible. That was true, she was on the verge of something incredible. She wasn't willing to share it easily, however.

'On the verge of something unseen,' Lynette communicated with him with a smile, 'But, I need to see something first - you said you made the sound go away?' She asked, she didn't think it was wise to flash her newfound ability with anybody.



@Mike73
Farmer Hill - Downtown, Near Sucre Café


The alleyway was veiled in a supernatural darkness of sorts that didn't let any light pierce through it. As Jasmine stared into the abyss of nothingness. In an instant, she heard the sounds of absolutely heavy footsteps and a fleshy, dragging, sound. In a moment, the darkness faded away as Scott Reese stepped out of the shadows, holding the dead body of Callie Kingston with one hand, and a bloody blade with the other. He looked at Jasmine, and dropped Callie's dead body, and used his free hand to wipe the blood off his hand.

Suddenly, the streets seemed empty. Not a person walking, or a car in the street. Was it a dream? Or some other ability that Scott had? He looked at her and grinned as he raised his blade above his head to bring it down on her.

His master's voice tells him that she's a target, too, so he should kill her now.
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Truly the shortest of posts. I'll go ahead and wait for you to actually post before putting out what I'm currently working on.



You're about to get a great dosage of THIS DICK if you don't stop
.... It didn't fucking go through and now I'm at work so I can't post it.

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Sorry for the short post, but I have to head to work, so I decided to put that out before I head on in. I'll edit in Lynette and other povs when I get home.
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