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5 yrs ago
Current Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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6 yrs ago
Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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6 yrs ago
Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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7 yrs ago
When did I do that?
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7 yrs ago
Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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So, who's characters play instruments?


My character plays a mean triangle

Tavin let out a disgruntled sigh. Well, best to follow orders and get this over with as soon as possible. Rising from his seat, the young mech pilot began to make his way out of the briefing room and toward the hangar bay where his robotic war machine rested. He stopped right at the door out of the briefing room though and looked back at the display before it closed. "Be seeing you soon, buddy," he said to the holographic display of his Raptor.

Down below, Tavin was now sitting in a nearby chair as he watched the engineers take apart his mech. His expression said it all, he wasn't happy. He didn't like people messing with it, his grandfather and father had made it perfect. All these modifications were just going to mess up his maneuvering if they ended up running into trouble. Out of the corner of his eye, Tavin spotted one of the engineers, a tall blonde woman, who was looking back and forth between his mech and the datapad in her hand. At least the view ain't bad. Getting up from his chair and approaching her he said, "Hey there, babe. If you're looking for something to fix, I might have something back at room you can take a look at."

"Come see me again once you've gotten a few years older, kid. The we can talk," she replied before she walked away.

"So you're saying there's a chance?" he yelled back to her over the noise of loud machines.

"No!" She screamed back without even turning around to look at him.

Tavin shrugged. "Eh, was worth a shot."
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No worries, she doesn't bite. Usually. >:3


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Just imagine: Casper sitting at the dinner table when an impulsive Sabrina puts a hand on his back for support as she reaches over him for a bottle of ketchup. He see's a fuzzy arm, and follows it up to an issue of Amazing siderman 102... And then feints.


A friend of mine still has nightmares from that issue.
The beast is unleashed, quite literally. :P


You, my friend, have a great taste in music.
Sorry for the wait, @Kaalee. Internet problems as well as having had an eight hour shift today really delayed me.
Damian Hill


Damian looked up from the ground when he saw the blonde girl's feet in the edges of his peripheral vision. "If only I knew where the cafeteria was," he replied in a lighthearted tone while rubbing the back of his neck. It may have sounded like a joke, but he was actually serious. The boy had gotten completely lost while exploring the campus and wasn't even sure which direction the lunch room could possibly be.

He watched in amazement as he saw the girl he had just met make the snack machine cough up a single pop-tart. He accepted it with a grateful smile across his face. "That's amazing. Thank you," he said to her. As he began to open the small, frosted pastry, he stopped for a moment as he realized that he just accepted something what was technically stolen merchandise. The thought quickly passed and Damian took a large bite of the sugary rectangle. He shouldn't feel bad right? After all, it's not like he was the one who stole it.

After swallowing the piece of the pop-tart that he was eating, the boy replied, "M-My name's Damian. I don't have a shorter name for you to call me by unfortunately." At first, he began to chuckle at his own joke, but Damian quickly realized that it wasn't really that funny and the small laugh seemed to awkwardly end all of a sudden. "It's nice to meet you though, Val." Suddenly remembering that most greetings usually involved shaking hands, Damian's hand shot out like a bullet as he tried to make up for forgetting his manners. "So how'd you do that with the machine. Do you have technopathy or something?" he asked before realizing that she might not realize what that meant and adding on, "That's the ability to talk to machines."
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@YamiCuoreLaroux cicile is the last one, im really bussy atm with my collage for next year and exams that are coming so I don't know if i can make it all up my self, but we could keep it the same like the 1.0 version of this RP or change it. But lets keep her power/ magic the same i've some ideas with that.

And when that is done.... I'm really thinking about it and @Guess Who I need your char probably for that.
I am thinking that all the students have to go to the theatre. row 1-2: the first years, row 3-4: second years, 4-5: third years, 6-7: the last year and row 8 the teachers. And that Prof. Arthur Thornton holds a welcome talk and the headmaster of magicana explains all the rules of the school and stuff like that .....

I think that this gives the RP a real beginning of the story.


Yeah sure. Do you want to take temporary control of him when that happens or do you prefer to PM me what he should say?
Damian Hill


Not seeing anyone in sight, Damian walked back into his room, changed out of his pajamas, and into a more presentable set of clothing. More specifically, he was now wearing a pair of jeans, a solid black t-shirt, and a red hoodie. If one were to know his powers, they'd understand why it was that he had such a disdain for bright light and why the hood was pulled so far over his head. To anyone that didn't know his powers though, he most likely looked very unsociable and like he was trying to avoid people, when it was quite the opposite.

As Damian was walking through the hallway, he spotted a vending machine filled to the brim with candy, snacks, and other unhealthy goodness. His stomach growled at the sight and forced the boy to begin digging into his pockets for loose change. Nothing. Not even a dollar. Why couldn't my parents have given me some money for things like food. Turning away from the crowded display of junk food, he turned to the students passing by him. "D-Does anyone have a... dollar?" he asked quietly. When his question went unanswered, he tried again by asking other students individually. The responses he got back ranged from the polite, "No sorry," to the rude, "Leave me alone." No one seemed willing to give the shy student a handout.

Anyone paying attention to Damian might have noticed his shadow beginning to change shape as it inched toward the vending machine. They wouldn't want us to starve would they? No one would notice if I- The thought was cut short as the boy's conscious spoke up. That wouldn't be the right thing to do. Damian's shadow soon returned to its normal form as he slumped against the container filled with junk food in defeat.
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