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I think I got everyone mentioned, at least everyone that doesn't already know the card. Here's next week's Shock N AWE, which is taking place at the Golden 1 Center in Sacramento.
Match 1: Savaka vs Local competitor (Savaka W)
Match 2: Death Adder Locker Room Challenge leading to Death Adder vs Tsunami (Double countout from brawling around outside the ring, be creative)
Segment 1: Barbie Interview with Joy Ryder
Match 3: Thunderbird vs Zachary Wake (Wake wins)
Segment 2: Sexton promo
Match 4: Sydney Ellis vs Morgana for title shot (Sydney over)
Segment 3: Caiden attacks Roddy backstage
Match 5: Chaos Clayton vs The Initiate (Chaos goin' over lads)
Match 1: Savaka vs Local competitor (Savaka W)
Match 2: Death Adder Locker Room Challenge leading to Death Adder vs Tsunami (Double countout from brawling around outside the ring, be creative)
Segment 1: Barbie Interview with Joy Ryder
Match 3: Thunderbird vs Zachary Wake (Wake wins)
Segment 2: Sexton promo
Match 4: Sydney Ellis vs Morgana for title shot (Sydney over)
Segment 3: Caiden attacks Roddy backstage
Match 5: Chaos Clayton vs The Initiate (Chaos goin' over lads)
Interacting with:
- Troy gets his girlfriend, Kylie, up (LA Crew)
- Jude gets Ty, Julie's boyfriend, up (LA Crew)
Troy’s mission was the hardest one in the world, he thought. Waking Kylie up wasn’t an easy fucking task, she didn’t want to get out of bed, that’s simply what it boiled down to. But, he had a plan. At least her friend had already left, with Belle gone, dragging Kylie out of bed would be a lot easier… but, Troy had a plan for something different than the usual ‘hit the bitch with a pillow until she wakes up.’ No, Troy would use his environment this time.
He stepped out onto the balcony of Lala’s home, and reached out with an ungloved hand. Slowly but surely, Troy Blake prepared his weapon. He rolled the perfect snowball. Troy even went so far as to make the snowball two brothers, which he held behind his back in his other hand, and then stepped back into the house. As he was taking the brief step back to their room for their stint in Westworth, Belle met eyes with him and shook her head — but Troy had no eyes for her protest. “Don’t do it man.” Belle implored him, but Troy had no ears for her protests.
The young man turned into the bedroom. He stood above his beloved, watching her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed lightly, though he knew she was conscious. “Ky…” The man said, his voice soft and loving, “it’s time to get up, baby.” He said, in that same loving voice, before chucking the snowball in her face.
Oh-my-fucking-god. Kylie shot up from the bed, her face in pain and cold. Using the blanket as a towel, she angrily wiped the snow off her face and shot her eyes open, immediately bringing it to a glare, “Troy Markus Blake the Third! That is NOT--” Kylie’s words were cut off by a second snowball smashing into her face.
“Now maybe you’ll get up on the first time I say.” Troy said, an apparent hint of annoyance in his tone. Kylie slept so much! No matter how much he tried to break the awful habit, she just kept sleeping! So this was how he dealt with it today. Usually he hit her with a pillow, but this… this was much better.
Did he want to die?! Kylie stood up on the bed in frustrated protest, this time letting the snow trail down her face and drip onto her chest, “You never let me sleep in! What’s so wrong with wanting sleep?! Isn’t this our vaca--”
And the third snowball flew, hitting it’s mark. This one went right in the center of her cleavage, before Troy spoke. “First off, you have to go buy a stupid dress for this stupid dance I have to attend because you signed me up for it. I fucking hate dances and social gatherings. Secondly, sleeping in is for the weak. You’re burning daylight. Thirdly, this is a vacation for Davy, with his shattered heart so he can pick up the pieces. It’s business as usual for the rest of us, only reason I came, and therefore you came, is to be sure he doesn’t neck himself.”
Hmpf. He did have valid points. Grr, she hated when he was right - which was nearly all the time. Not saying another word, she hopped down, crossed her arms, and left the room in her scantily clad pajamas to go to the potty. He won this round, but she would pay him back ten fold. Just wait. They had snow for days. She’d have to plan her attack carefully.
Meanwhile, in Jude’s world, she was in the room where the twins had slept in, staring at the sleeping beast that was Bartimaeus Locke, or what he preferred, just Ty. Also known as Julie’s boyfriend. He was out like a light! Did no one care to wake him up? Of course not. Jude was one of the few Candies that thought about anyone other than themselves or their boyfriends.
Fully dressed, having stolen Ty’s hat out of his bag to compliment her outfit, a white sweater with black paint splatter on it and black jeans, Jude hovered over her friend on the side of the mattress and contemplated how to wake the beast up. She already knew her friend was a heavy sleeper and it was a mission to escape his hold. If she were going to wake him up, she needed to do it right.
But what should she do? What would wake him up? Sitting down on the bed, she brushed his hair out of his face with her cold hands and wondered if she should go the rude methods route. Bucket of water. Or worse, a bucket of snow. Or try to think of a reasonable way that didn’t start his morning off badly. Jude rarely had the job of wake up duty, since she was always the one still sleeping. Shaking would fail. Her voice would fail. Hell, slapping would fail too.
Hm, she didn’t know if this would necessarily work but it was worth a shot. Grabbing Ty’s phone, she quickly broke into it, having figured out his password awhile back, and searched for something. In time, she found it. His cousin’s ringtone. Alyssa Green. Hey, she didn’t know if it was going to work but she might as well try! And if it didn’t, that would mark another method off the list. After turning Ty’s phone volume on high, Jude paused for a second to look at his cute, sleeping face and then she pressed play. The once silent room was filled with music that usually signalled the bane of Ty’s existence was calling.
People. Always. Called. When. He. Was. Sleeping.
Every goddamn time, no matter what. No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, who he was sleeping with. Didn’t matter, someone always called to wake his ass up. Like, come on? He was in bumfuck Colorado, and was that SERIOUSLY Alyssa’s ringtone? Did that twat rest for nothing? Did she not understand the words ‘winter vacation?’ That didn’t mean ‘winter bug Ty.’
Ty’s eyes did not open, but his hand slapped around for his phone. He did not find the hard plastic case, instead, he found soft flesh. Still blind to the world, Ty patted his way up Jude’s thigh, to her waist and up her stomach. Up until he got to the chest, he’d assumed it was just Julie, but the lack of boobs confused him. He reached up further and instead felt Jude’s face.
“Jude… I’s sleeping…” He grumbled in hardly recognizable tones, lazily cracking one eye and grumpily looking at her. “Nice…” Ty paused to yawn widely, both eyes coming up against his will, “hat.”
A gentle smile rose on Jude’s face. Motherly, loving, just like her mother. “I got it from one of the bests.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and then nudged him softly. “Everyone’s just about ready to leave. Most of the boys are going to the mountains, with Melody and Noli, because well… Melody and Noli. The rest of us are going shopping in Denver. If you’re too tired, that’s fine. I’ll let everyone know. I just didn’t want you to wake up and see everyone gone.” Not once did she raise her voice and she paced herself so that his waking mind could take in everything she was saying.
Ty slowly sat up and stared at Jude. With a careful hand, he reached out and took the phone out of Jude’s hands, turning the music off with a tap. “Man… neither of those things sound appealing to me. I already went snowboarding and shoppin’ is only cool when the girls try on lingerie and swimsuits and shit. You’re a girl Jude. Do you think the twins would be salty if I just slept?”
“Depends… Julie and Izzy are surprisingly the lower… maintenance ones. Julie just spoil her, usually in the form of food, and Izzy… well, just don’t get her angry. I think the bigger thing is, how okay are you with Julie having complete control over your wardrobe for the dance tomorrow? Do you care? Do you realize she’ll listen to all her friends? Do you know what the girls would make you wear if you allowed them that freedom?”
“Well, no. But I mean it can’t be THAT much worse than what I’d normally wear, could it?” Ty asked in a groan, as he moved some of his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Unless they want me to just paint a tuxedo on my naked bod. I guess that’d be worse.”
Jude blinked at Ty for a couple of moments before tilting her head, “I guess we could find out what they have up their sleeves.” Did Ty forget who led the Candies? And what they’ve done in the past? Don’t give them any ideas. He might very well go to the dance tomorrow basically naked.
“Alright, damn. I guess I’ll go. Leave me be, I’m not wearing underwear under the blankets.” Ty blew at his bangs. He had to go shopping… Whatever, he’d make it fun somehow.
With faint blush on her face, she adjusted the hat on her head, bringing her mind away from the fact that he was actually naked this very moment, “O-oh… okay.” Time to reconvene with her girlfriends.
He stepped out onto the balcony of Lala’s home, and reached out with an ungloved hand. Slowly but surely, Troy Blake prepared his weapon. He rolled the perfect snowball. Troy even went so far as to make the snowball two brothers, which he held behind his back in his other hand, and then stepped back into the house. As he was taking the brief step back to their room for their stint in Westworth, Belle met eyes with him and shook her head — but Troy had no eyes for her protest. “Don’t do it man.” Belle implored him, but Troy had no ears for her protests.
The young man turned into the bedroom. He stood above his beloved, watching her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed lightly, though he knew she was conscious. “Ky…” The man said, his voice soft and loving, “it’s time to get up, baby.” He said, in that same loving voice, before chucking the snowball in her face.
Oh-my-fucking-god. Kylie shot up from the bed, her face in pain and cold. Using the blanket as a towel, she angrily wiped the snow off her face and shot her eyes open, immediately bringing it to a glare, “Troy Markus Blake the Third! That is NOT--” Kylie’s words were cut off by a second snowball smashing into her face.
“Now maybe you’ll get up on the first time I say.” Troy said, an apparent hint of annoyance in his tone. Kylie slept so much! No matter how much he tried to break the awful habit, she just kept sleeping! So this was how he dealt with it today. Usually he hit her with a pillow, but this… this was much better.
Did he want to die?! Kylie stood up on the bed in frustrated protest, this time letting the snow trail down her face and drip onto her chest, “You never let me sleep in! What’s so wrong with wanting sleep?! Isn’t this our vaca--”
And the third snowball flew, hitting it’s mark. This one went right in the center of her cleavage, before Troy spoke. “First off, you have to go buy a stupid dress for this stupid dance I have to attend because you signed me up for it. I fucking hate dances and social gatherings. Secondly, sleeping in is for the weak. You’re burning daylight. Thirdly, this is a vacation for Davy, with his shattered heart so he can pick up the pieces. It’s business as usual for the rest of us, only reason I came, and therefore you came, is to be sure he doesn’t neck himself.”
Hmpf. He did have valid points. Grr, she hated when he was right - which was nearly all the time. Not saying another word, she hopped down, crossed her arms, and left the room in her scantily clad pajamas to go to the potty. He won this round, but she would pay him back ten fold. Just wait. They had snow for days. She’d have to plan her attack carefully.
Meanwhile, in Jude’s world, she was in the room where the twins had slept in, staring at the sleeping beast that was Bartimaeus Locke, or what he preferred, just Ty. Also known as Julie’s boyfriend. He was out like a light! Did no one care to wake him up? Of course not. Jude was one of the few Candies that thought about anyone other than themselves or their boyfriends.
Fully dressed, having stolen Ty’s hat out of his bag to compliment her outfit, a white sweater with black paint splatter on it and black jeans, Jude hovered over her friend on the side of the mattress and contemplated how to wake the beast up. She already knew her friend was a heavy sleeper and it was a mission to escape his hold. If she were going to wake him up, she needed to do it right.
But what should she do? What would wake him up? Sitting down on the bed, she brushed his hair out of his face with her cold hands and wondered if she should go the rude methods route. Bucket of water. Or worse, a bucket of snow. Or try to think of a reasonable way that didn’t start his morning off badly. Jude rarely had the job of wake up duty, since she was always the one still sleeping. Shaking would fail. Her voice would fail. Hell, slapping would fail too.
Hm, she didn’t know if this would necessarily work but it was worth a shot. Grabbing Ty’s phone, she quickly broke into it, having figured out his password awhile back, and searched for something. In time, she found it. His cousin’s ringtone. Alyssa Green. Hey, she didn’t know if it was going to work but she might as well try! And if it didn’t, that would mark another method off the list. After turning Ty’s phone volume on high, Jude paused for a second to look at his cute, sleeping face and then she pressed play. The once silent room was filled with music that usually signalled the bane of Ty’s existence was calling.
People. Always. Called. When. He. Was. Sleeping.
Every goddamn time, no matter what. No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, who he was sleeping with. Didn’t matter, someone always called to wake his ass up. Like, come on? He was in bumfuck Colorado, and was that SERIOUSLY Alyssa’s ringtone? Did that twat rest for nothing? Did she not understand the words ‘winter vacation?’ That didn’t mean ‘winter bug Ty.’
Ty’s eyes did not open, but his hand slapped around for his phone. He did not find the hard plastic case, instead, he found soft flesh. Still blind to the world, Ty patted his way up Jude’s thigh, to her waist and up her stomach. Up until he got to the chest, he’d assumed it was just Julie, but the lack of boobs confused him. He reached up further and instead felt Jude’s face.
“Jude… I’s sleeping…” He grumbled in hardly recognizable tones, lazily cracking one eye and grumpily looking at her. “Nice…” Ty paused to yawn widely, both eyes coming up against his will, “hat.”
A gentle smile rose on Jude’s face. Motherly, loving, just like her mother. “I got it from one of the bests.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and then nudged him softly. “Everyone’s just about ready to leave. Most of the boys are going to the mountains, with Melody and Noli, because well… Melody and Noli. The rest of us are going shopping in Denver. If you’re too tired, that’s fine. I’ll let everyone know. I just didn’t want you to wake up and see everyone gone.” Not once did she raise her voice and she paced herself so that his waking mind could take in everything she was saying.
Ty slowly sat up and stared at Jude. With a careful hand, he reached out and took the phone out of Jude’s hands, turning the music off with a tap. “Man… neither of those things sound appealing to me. I already went snowboarding and shoppin’ is only cool when the girls try on lingerie and swimsuits and shit. You’re a girl Jude. Do you think the twins would be salty if I just slept?”
“Depends… Julie and Izzy are surprisingly the lower… maintenance ones. Julie just spoil her, usually in the form of food, and Izzy… well, just don’t get her angry. I think the bigger thing is, how okay are you with Julie having complete control over your wardrobe for the dance tomorrow? Do you care? Do you realize she’ll listen to all her friends? Do you know what the girls would make you wear if you allowed them that freedom?”
“Well, no. But I mean it can’t be THAT much worse than what I’d normally wear, could it?” Ty asked in a groan, as he moved some of his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Unless they want me to just paint a tuxedo on my naked bod. I guess that’d be worse.”
Jude blinked at Ty for a couple of moments before tilting her head, “I guess we could find out what they have up their sleeves.” Did Ty forget who led the Candies? And what they’ve done in the past? Don’t give them any ideas. He might very well go to the dance tomorrow basically naked.
“Alright, damn. I guess I’ll go. Leave me be, I’m not wearing underwear under the blankets.” Ty blew at his bangs. He had to go shopping… Whatever, he’d make it fun somehow.
With faint blush on her face, she adjusted the hat on her head, bringing her mind away from the fact that he was actually naked this very moment, “O-oh… okay.” Time to reconvene with her girlfriends.
Having arrived in the hotel room just over an hour ago, Caiden had showered and dressed down already. There’d been a live show earlier that evening, but that was over now. A string of live shows had landed them in LA for the next Shock N AWE, taking place at the Staples Center. Caiden had been working with Zachary Wake during this circuit, and he was enjoying it, but he didn’t really have any idea where he was going next — didn’t know if he even had a match booked at the upcoming big show.
His entire tenure year had felt pretty damn directionless, and he as a person was sick of it. He’d even gone so far as to once go on a tirade about how the AWE were wasting his talent on Twitter, gotten bitched at over it, and decided to never Tweet again, and he hadn’t opened the stupid social site in almost five months now. At Judgment Day, when they’d wanted him to lose to Drayden — the injured Drayden who everyone in the company knew was injured and out, Caiden had been furious. He’d screamed at Roddy, he’d screamed at all the writers, but he’d ultimately been professional and gone out and done the job. Now that he’d been fed to Drayden, he was just like every other chump out there.
So, he would probably stay directionless for the next eight months that remained on his contract, and then he’d be gone. He didn’t really much care for this company, and if they wanted to offer him another contract, he was adamant that he would not sign. No way, he’d be way better off elsewhere, where he could actually be the superstar he knew he could be, even if that meant making a bit less money. He’d take the pay cut if that’s what it needed.
The man sat down cross legged in the center of his bed, with a container of ramen he’d ordered, and adjusted his tablet so he could watch some YouTube videos before bed. Ramen was good, that was the main thing he’d learned during his tenure in Japan. That and sushi wasn’t so bad, but he was a ramen guy first and foremost. Having spent a good portion of his life in Japan, Caiden had preferences, and one of them was definitely Japanese food. That and peace and quiet, which is why he tended to ride alone and rarely roomed with anyone. He hit play on his YouTube video, and took the first bite. It’d been a long day, now to get some rest…
Unfortunately for the exhausted wrestler, there was a light knock on his door. Knock, knock. It was gentle and sounded like only two knuckles were hitting the surface (the middle finger and the pointer finger). Most likely a woman was waiting on the other side. There was a brief moment of silence, as if the person on the other side was contemplating if she should announce her presence before he opened the door (or not). Was he even going to open the door?
Yes, he was going to open the door.
It wasn’t Caiden’s style to just ignore the door, if someone was knocking they probably wanted something important. Generally speaking, plus who would even know where his room was? Sliding his legs off of the bed, Caiden closed the gap between himself and the door, before reaching out and opening it wide. When he saw who was standing on the other side, Caiden almost audibly groaned.
“What do you want, Joy?”
With her hair in a messy bun and her body adorned with a white tank, black sweats, and fuzzy blue socks, Joy stared at the man with pure exhaustion in her eyes, like she had just come from fucking war. This wasn’t her first option, to disturb her favorite wrestler because she was pathetically weak, but the people she would have gone to, LITERALLY ALL OF THEM, were MIA. If she wasn’t restless, she wouldn’t need to bake at this hour. And yet, she could not sleep for the life of her, so she was GOING to bake like her mama would do with her. A remedy for her mind and also something that would result in a delicious reward. “Hi. I’m sorry for disturbing you…”
Caiden let out a huge breath when the girl responsible for breaking his pleasant night spoke to him. Yeah, she’d better be sorry for disturbing him… this was the only alone time he really got, and if he wanted to spend it eating ramen and watching YouTube. She’d better have a good reason.
Her voice trailed off when she noticed what he was wearing (white t-shirt and boxers). Her cheeks turned a faint pink, as she immediately brought her eyes back to his face. “Usually… Wade helps me with this, but I think he went galavanting with my sister. Somewhere. Or they’re ‘busy’ and didn’t want to answer their door… eh-hem. Anyways.”
“Gross.”
She lifted up her hands, one was holding a can of pineapples and the other one was holding a can opener. “This is one battle I can never win.”
Oh, COME ON. That wasn’t a real reason to bother someone! Buy an electric can opener, dammit. He reached his hand out and snatched the pineapple can out of her hands, and the can opener. “Are you kidding me? You want me to open this?” He positioned the can opener on the can, and then with a single, effortless twist, the lid popped open, and he handed it over to Joy. “Anything else, my queen?” If words could bite, Joy would be feeling the numbing teeth of sarcasm sinking into her arm.
Joy felt small, smaller than her sister and that was small! She had more cans that needed to be opened, since she wanted to make enough for her, the people she cared about (Trinity, for one, had a huge appetite), and some of the other wrestlers (any extra would be brought to the match tomorrow), but maybe she could save baking for later and pull an all nighter. It wouldn’t be the first time she did that. Looking downward at her socks apologetically, she decided to lie through her teeth, “Yes… I mean, no. No, I’m good.” She looked up with a sad expression on and apologized again, “I’m really sorry.” Reaching to grab the can and the can opener away from him, she was getting ready to dismiss herself to be alone in her room. Maybe she’ll look to see if any of her brother’s matches in Japan have been posted online.
My god, she was like a broken puppy. Geezus, he was bad with women or something; man, Blake would throw a fit if he just let his baby sister walk off like that. Caiden just couldn’t catch a break, could he? He’d never be able to eat ramen and watch YouTube in peace, because everyone was always wanting him to do stuff… With a defeated tone, Caiden asked: “Are you sure you don’t have more cans to open?” He asked, looking down at the smol girl in front of him.
If there was one thing a Ryder child had in common, it was being puppy-dog like. Joy more so than the rest of her siblings because of her empathy. If she wasn’t already down, her mood would have taken a 180 and she would’ve responded completely enthusiastic to his question, but now she knew she was bothering him and now that she put actual thought in her impulses, she realized this situation was rather… silly. Her disturbing a man late at night just so he can open cans of pineapple for her. Silly. Pulling the items away from him, she shook her head, “It’s really okay! You can get back to your--” Pausing for a second, she glanced behind him to observe his bed situation and caught sight of his food, “Ramen. I’ll just do something else. Thanks again!” Eheh.
Caiden’s eyes narrowed. Now she didn’t want his help?! What if he’d been asleep, then she would have been RUDE. He folded his arms over his chest, which may have looked intimidating, but was really kind of silly — after all he was just in his loose fitting t-shirt, an old, almost retro piece of AWE merch, from a small PPV many years ago that Caiden had attended, and boxers. “No way, dude. You’re not seriously gonna bother someone in the dead of the night so they can open a single can of pineapples, are you? What if I was asleep? You either have underlying motives — that is to say you just want to see me, or you need more cans open. So which one is it?” Women, honestly.
This response caused Joy’s cheeks to flare up. She darted her blue eyes at him and got defensive, “I don’t have ulterior motives!” Grumpily pouting, she lifted the can and can opener up, “It’s not my fault these things are stupid. All I wanted to do was make my mom’s famous carrot cake, enough to feed an army, because it helps me sleep. But nooooooo, I spent almost forty minutes trying to open this can because it’s hard. And yes, yes I do have more cans but you’re already upset! So, I won’t bake.” Joy didn’t realize how silly this situation was and how it continued to be… silly. She just wanted carrot cake.
“...pineapples… in carrot cake? That sounds wrong and awful. You should make mandarin orange cake, with vanilla pudding frosting. That’s my favorite. My grandma used to make it, but she never gave the recipe to anyone before she died… so I haven’t had it in almost ten years now… If you don’t want to bake, you can hang out with me for a bit, I’m just eating dinner and watching YouTube.” Caiden said, shrugging his shoulders. He felt bad now, and he didn’t really like that feeling… So, he was going to his best to be nice to her and make her happy. “If you want, I don’t care.”
He was letting her in? To bake or spend time in Caiden Winter’s room. To bake or spend time in Caiden Winter’s room.... to bake or-- “...what are you watching on YouTube?” She tiptoed closer to him, having decided baking could wait and when she did get around to baking, it wouldn’t be carrot cake. “If you don’t mind me coming in, I’d love to. It beats watching YouTube alone in my room!” She wanted to comment on his grandma’s mandarin orange cake but it didn’t seem appropriate.
“Uh, just some video game stuff. I like to stay in the know, in case anything worth playing is coming out. Nothing is, so I’ll probably just watch Netflix in a few minutes.” Caiden steeled his mind, preparing to spend the night with the most talkative of the Ryders, and shut the door behind the girl once she’d stepped in.
His entire tenure year had felt pretty damn directionless, and he as a person was sick of it. He’d even gone so far as to once go on a tirade about how the AWE were wasting his talent on Twitter, gotten bitched at over it, and decided to never Tweet again, and he hadn’t opened the stupid social site in almost five months now. At Judgment Day, when they’d wanted him to lose to Drayden — the injured Drayden who everyone in the company knew was injured and out, Caiden had been furious. He’d screamed at Roddy, he’d screamed at all the writers, but he’d ultimately been professional and gone out and done the job. Now that he’d been fed to Drayden, he was just like every other chump out there.
So, he would probably stay directionless for the next eight months that remained on his contract, and then he’d be gone. He didn’t really much care for this company, and if they wanted to offer him another contract, he was adamant that he would not sign. No way, he’d be way better off elsewhere, where he could actually be the superstar he knew he could be, even if that meant making a bit less money. He’d take the pay cut if that’s what it needed.
The man sat down cross legged in the center of his bed, with a container of ramen he’d ordered, and adjusted his tablet so he could watch some YouTube videos before bed. Ramen was good, that was the main thing he’d learned during his tenure in Japan. That and sushi wasn’t so bad, but he was a ramen guy first and foremost. Having spent a good portion of his life in Japan, Caiden had preferences, and one of them was definitely Japanese food. That and peace and quiet, which is why he tended to ride alone and rarely roomed with anyone. He hit play on his YouTube video, and took the first bite. It’d been a long day, now to get some rest…
Unfortunately for the exhausted wrestler, there was a light knock on his door. Knock, knock. It was gentle and sounded like only two knuckles were hitting the surface (the middle finger and the pointer finger). Most likely a woman was waiting on the other side. There was a brief moment of silence, as if the person on the other side was contemplating if she should announce her presence before he opened the door (or not). Was he even going to open the door?
Yes, he was going to open the door.
It wasn’t Caiden’s style to just ignore the door, if someone was knocking they probably wanted something important. Generally speaking, plus who would even know where his room was? Sliding his legs off of the bed, Caiden closed the gap between himself and the door, before reaching out and opening it wide. When he saw who was standing on the other side, Caiden almost audibly groaned.
“What do you want, Joy?”
With her hair in a messy bun and her body adorned with a white tank, black sweats, and fuzzy blue socks, Joy stared at the man with pure exhaustion in her eyes, like she had just come from fucking war. This wasn’t her first option, to disturb her favorite wrestler because she was pathetically weak, but the people she would have gone to, LITERALLY ALL OF THEM, were MIA. If she wasn’t restless, she wouldn’t need to bake at this hour. And yet, she could not sleep for the life of her, so she was GOING to bake like her mama would do with her. A remedy for her mind and also something that would result in a delicious reward. “Hi. I’m sorry for disturbing you…”
Caiden let out a huge breath when the girl responsible for breaking his pleasant night spoke to him. Yeah, she’d better be sorry for disturbing him… this was the only alone time he really got, and if he wanted to spend it eating ramen and watching YouTube. She’d better have a good reason.
Her voice trailed off when she noticed what he was wearing (white t-shirt and boxers). Her cheeks turned a faint pink, as she immediately brought her eyes back to his face. “Usually… Wade helps me with this, but I think he went galavanting with my sister. Somewhere. Or they’re ‘busy’ and didn’t want to answer their door… eh-hem. Anyways.”
“Gross.”
She lifted up her hands, one was holding a can of pineapples and the other one was holding a can opener. “This is one battle I can never win.”
Oh, COME ON. That wasn’t a real reason to bother someone! Buy an electric can opener, dammit. He reached his hand out and snatched the pineapple can out of her hands, and the can opener. “Are you kidding me? You want me to open this?” He positioned the can opener on the can, and then with a single, effortless twist, the lid popped open, and he handed it over to Joy. “Anything else, my queen?” If words could bite, Joy would be feeling the numbing teeth of sarcasm sinking into her arm.
Joy felt small, smaller than her sister and that was small! She had more cans that needed to be opened, since she wanted to make enough for her, the people she cared about (Trinity, for one, had a huge appetite), and some of the other wrestlers (any extra would be brought to the match tomorrow), but maybe she could save baking for later and pull an all nighter. It wouldn’t be the first time she did that. Looking downward at her socks apologetically, she decided to lie through her teeth, “Yes… I mean, no. No, I’m good.” She looked up with a sad expression on and apologized again, “I’m really sorry.” Reaching to grab the can and the can opener away from him, she was getting ready to dismiss herself to be alone in her room. Maybe she’ll look to see if any of her brother’s matches in Japan have been posted online.
My god, she was like a broken puppy. Geezus, he was bad with women or something; man, Blake would throw a fit if he just let his baby sister walk off like that. Caiden just couldn’t catch a break, could he? He’d never be able to eat ramen and watch YouTube in peace, because everyone was always wanting him to do stuff… With a defeated tone, Caiden asked: “Are you sure you don’t have more cans to open?” He asked, looking down at the smol girl in front of him.
If there was one thing a Ryder child had in common, it was being puppy-dog like. Joy more so than the rest of her siblings because of her empathy. If she wasn’t already down, her mood would have taken a 180 and she would’ve responded completely enthusiastic to his question, but now she knew she was bothering him and now that she put actual thought in her impulses, she realized this situation was rather… silly. Her disturbing a man late at night just so he can open cans of pineapple for her. Silly. Pulling the items away from him, she shook her head, “It’s really okay! You can get back to your--” Pausing for a second, she glanced behind him to observe his bed situation and caught sight of his food, “Ramen. I’ll just do something else. Thanks again!” Eheh.
Caiden’s eyes narrowed. Now she didn’t want his help?! What if he’d been asleep, then she would have been RUDE. He folded his arms over his chest, which may have looked intimidating, but was really kind of silly — after all he was just in his loose fitting t-shirt, an old, almost retro piece of AWE merch, from a small PPV many years ago that Caiden had attended, and boxers. “No way, dude. You’re not seriously gonna bother someone in the dead of the night so they can open a single can of pineapples, are you? What if I was asleep? You either have underlying motives — that is to say you just want to see me, or you need more cans open. So which one is it?” Women, honestly.
This response caused Joy’s cheeks to flare up. She darted her blue eyes at him and got defensive, “I don’t have ulterior motives!” Grumpily pouting, she lifted the can and can opener up, “It’s not my fault these things are stupid. All I wanted to do was make my mom’s famous carrot cake, enough to feed an army, because it helps me sleep. But nooooooo, I spent almost forty minutes trying to open this can because it’s hard. And yes, yes I do have more cans but you’re already upset! So, I won’t bake.” Joy didn’t realize how silly this situation was and how it continued to be… silly. She just wanted carrot cake.
“...pineapples… in carrot cake? That sounds wrong and awful. You should make mandarin orange cake, with vanilla pudding frosting. That’s my favorite. My grandma used to make it, but she never gave the recipe to anyone before she died… so I haven’t had it in almost ten years now… If you don’t want to bake, you can hang out with me for a bit, I’m just eating dinner and watching YouTube.” Caiden said, shrugging his shoulders. He felt bad now, and he didn’t really like that feeling… So, he was going to his best to be nice to her and make her happy. “If you want, I don’t care.”
He was letting her in? To bake or spend time in Caiden Winter’s room. To bake or spend time in Caiden Winter’s room.... to bake or-- “...what are you watching on YouTube?” She tiptoed closer to him, having decided baking could wait and when she did get around to baking, it wouldn’t be carrot cake. “If you don’t mind me coming in, I’d love to. It beats watching YouTube alone in my room!” She wanted to comment on his grandma’s mandarin orange cake but it didn’t seem appropriate.
“Uh, just some video game stuff. I like to stay in the know, in case anything worth playing is coming out. Nothing is, so I’ll probably just watch Netflix in a few minutes.” Caiden steeled his mind, preparing to spend the night with the most talkative of the Ryders, and shut the door behind the girl once she’d stepped in.
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Location: The Skies
Interacting with: Eris, Blur @GingerBoi123, Switcher @Starwinter, @lovely complex
Collab with @reiko
Less than two minutes after the alert had gone off, Nathaniel was in the air, headed toward the target, and making brunch plans with his fiancee. What? It helped keep the mood light and kept him from focusing too hard on the simple fact that he would have to catch an entire plane. Four hundred and three tons of plane. That was insane, far more than he had ever done before… but he could do it. He had to do it. Innocent people were at risk.
While not quite as fast as the Blur, the Sentinel moved with speed and urgency. In time, he made it to the area the plane was in — it was just above the airport, going down near the FedEx building; and he could see it in the distance, high in the air. He wasn’t a mathematician, but if he had to take a gander, the plane would touch down rather violently in a matter of minutes.
Fantastic.
“Sentinel, what’s the plan?”
“What’s the plan guys?”
He was the leader, so he had to have a plan, he had to know what to do to save the world and save the day, every time. It was his duty, his job, to protect and serve the citizen of the world, and that meant it was his duty and his job to guide and lead the Coalition as best he could. That meant he gave orders, commands. Just like in the military.
“Alright, I want Barrage and Switcher on crowd control — get everybody out of the danger zone in case we can’t get control of the plane. Blur, ditch the FedEx building.” Nathan ordered, eyeing the runways from the sky. If he was going to put the down, then that was where it needed to be. “Get over to the airport, have them try to keep the runways clear. I’m gonna see if I can’t… catch the plane.” With that, Nathaniel moved higher into the air, closer to the plane, until he was directly in its trajectory — but a decent distance away. Far enough to have a brief conversation before he did his best.
Before he entered a trance of concentration and focused his power on not only stopping the plane from falling, but placing it somewhere… safe, Nathaniel switched his communications channel over to a private line. “Eris — Hailey. Can you hear me?”
Flying was a completely different manifestation of Hailey's capabilities. It was the form of telekinesis she had the most control over. While she didn't particularly excel at it, she was assured enough to claim she had a stable grasp over it. Perhaps it was because she was directly affected by all the energy and could react accordingly unlike objects that had a level of stubbornness embedded into them. Man, was a plane going to be hell to move.
But there was no need to concern herself with that if she didn't make it over to the airport before it crashed. With that thought, the girl got her feet off the ground with a hop and began to ascend herself to a comfortable level of height where she wouldn't have to actively dodge incoming objects while still being able to breath. Despite having the ability to fly, her airways and lungs were still very much human and couldn't adjust to the higher atmosphere accordingly. It was somewhat like takeoff and if she had the time to, Hailey would appreciate the metaphor. Now hopefully the two of them could land without any damage.
Although not the fastest member to possess the ability of flight, Eris was able to make decent time and arrived within the vicinity of the scene just as the Sentinel specifically addressed her. Quickly taking in her surroundings, she spotted a smaller scale of her leader standing toward the front of the plane. This was going to be a challenge.
"Go ahead. I've got a view of you." The small girl had to practically scream into the microphone placed in her collar to be heard over the roar of the failing plane. Having caught his plan earlier, Eris headed toward the back of the plane and concentrated for a full second on suspending herself in the air and grounding her position. Inhaling to mentally prepare herself hurt too much so she focused her power and attempted to pull back.
And holy hell did it hurt.
Her fragile body was jerked so violently in the same direction the plane was falling, Eris was surprised she was still floating instead of hurling toward the ground herself. Instinctively, a scream was ripped from her throat and condensed air replaced it to dry out her windpipes and lungs. If only she could focus on that sensation over the torture that was overwhelming the end of her fingertips and elbow joints. It was as if a force was violently pulling them from her body.
It must have only lasted a mere second, but the pain was too much and Eris had to release her telekinetic hold. As her recoiling mind was dispelling its brief encounter with insurmountable pain, there was a dull registration of something moist against her palms. But she categorized it as the atmosphere or cold sweat. Besides, she needed to concentrate on what to do next. It didn't seem like slowing the plane's momentum was an option any longer.
“Not that,” Nathaniel hissed into the comm system, watching her almost be ripped out of the air by the plane. He looked at the plane himself and held out his hands, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I want you to move down to the airport runways, that’s where I’m going to put it down. If I can’t do that… then you try and catch it. Okay?”
"But–" Eris attempted to object before remembering that this was the Sentinel who was giving her orders. No matter how worried she was about him or conscious of how much he tried to shoulder by himself, she had to trust him. Because he was trusting her. "Okay."
Feeling the concern for her friend outweigh the doubts of her capabilities, the girl did as she was told and quickly got out of the Sentinel's way. She landed on the runway, looking up with a furrow in her brow. Clenching her hands into fists, Eris resisted to attempt to ease the burden of the plane's weight once more. This time, she didn't register the moisture underneath her fingers.
The plane was seconds away from colliding with him now, and Nate had to do it. It was now or never. Tightening his muscles, Nathaniel let his powers flow through his veins and swarm around the plane. Almost immediately, the momentum of the huge machine started to dissipate. He had to focus, had to think about what he wanted. The plane drew closer, and closer to him as his powers forced it backwards.
Too much weight.
Nathaniel’s powers dropped for a second and the plane went back into its freefall, but he pushed forward, close enough that he could see inside the cockpit of the plane and he steadied himself. With a burst of power unlike any he’d ever given before, Nathaniel stopped the plane in place. He licked his upper lip, and tasted blood.
Meanwhile, inside of the plane, it was utter chaos. And why wouldn’t it be? They were dying, unless the Coalition managed to save them. But the team of heroes couldn’t save anyone, could they? None of that mattered to one particular person in the plane, a little girl realized why the plane had stopped: The Sentinel! He was here, she had to see him. Clutching her Coalition lunchbox, she began her adventure: to the front of the plane.
Ignoring the chaos that surrounded her, the young girl shoved her way through all the panicking people and to the cockpit. Nobody thought to stop her; all the training in the world never prepared someone to act properly in the heat of the moment, and when death was this close.
The flight attendants paid her no mind, nor did the pilots as she climbed atop the control panel and peered through the glass windows. Yes! There he was! The Sentinel, her hero. Well, one of them. Really… all of the Coalition were her heroes. Now, she couldn’t talk to him, not at this distance… so how would she address him? She did the only thing she could think of: she made direct eye contact with the Sentinel, and stuck her tongue out at him.
What.
While not quite as fast as the Blur, the Sentinel moved with speed and urgency. In time, he made it to the area the plane was in — it was just above the airport, going down near the FedEx building; and he could see it in the distance, high in the air. He wasn’t a mathematician, but if he had to take a gander, the plane would touch down rather violently in a matter of minutes.
Fantastic.
“Sentinel, what’s the plan?”
“What’s the plan guys?”
He was the leader, so he had to have a plan, he had to know what to do to save the world and save the day, every time. It was his duty, his job, to protect and serve the citizen of the world, and that meant it was his duty and his job to guide and lead the Coalition as best he could. That meant he gave orders, commands. Just like in the military.
“Alright, I want Barrage and Switcher on crowd control — get everybody out of the danger zone in case we can’t get control of the plane. Blur, ditch the FedEx building.” Nathan ordered, eyeing the runways from the sky. If he was going to put the down, then that was where it needed to be. “Get over to the airport, have them try to keep the runways clear. I’m gonna see if I can’t… catch the plane.” With that, Nathaniel moved higher into the air, closer to the plane, until he was directly in its trajectory — but a decent distance away. Far enough to have a brief conversation before he did his best.
Before he entered a trance of concentration and focused his power on not only stopping the plane from falling, but placing it somewhere… safe, Nathaniel switched his communications channel over to a private line. “Eris — Hailey. Can you hear me?”
Flying was a completely different manifestation of Hailey's capabilities. It was the form of telekinesis she had the most control over. While she didn't particularly excel at it, she was assured enough to claim she had a stable grasp over it. Perhaps it was because she was directly affected by all the energy and could react accordingly unlike objects that had a level of stubbornness embedded into them. Man, was a plane going to be hell to move.
But there was no need to concern herself with that if she didn't make it over to the airport before it crashed. With that thought, the girl got her feet off the ground with a hop and began to ascend herself to a comfortable level of height where she wouldn't have to actively dodge incoming objects while still being able to breath. Despite having the ability to fly, her airways and lungs were still very much human and couldn't adjust to the higher atmosphere accordingly. It was somewhat like takeoff and if she had the time to, Hailey would appreciate the metaphor. Now hopefully the two of them could land without any damage.
Although not the fastest member to possess the ability of flight, Eris was able to make decent time and arrived within the vicinity of the scene just as the Sentinel specifically addressed her. Quickly taking in her surroundings, she spotted a smaller scale of her leader standing toward the front of the plane. This was going to be a challenge.
"Go ahead. I've got a view of you." The small girl had to practically scream into the microphone placed in her collar to be heard over the roar of the failing plane. Having caught his plan earlier, Eris headed toward the back of the plane and concentrated for a full second on suspending herself in the air and grounding her position. Inhaling to mentally prepare herself hurt too much so she focused her power and attempted to pull back.
And holy hell did it hurt.
Her fragile body was jerked so violently in the same direction the plane was falling, Eris was surprised she was still floating instead of hurling toward the ground herself. Instinctively, a scream was ripped from her throat and condensed air replaced it to dry out her windpipes and lungs. If only she could focus on that sensation over the torture that was overwhelming the end of her fingertips and elbow joints. It was as if a force was violently pulling them from her body.
It must have only lasted a mere second, but the pain was too much and Eris had to release her telekinetic hold. As her recoiling mind was dispelling its brief encounter with insurmountable pain, there was a dull registration of something moist against her palms. But she categorized it as the atmosphere or cold sweat. Besides, she needed to concentrate on what to do next. It didn't seem like slowing the plane's momentum was an option any longer.
“Not that,” Nathaniel hissed into the comm system, watching her almost be ripped out of the air by the plane. He looked at the plane himself and held out his hands, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I want you to move down to the airport runways, that’s where I’m going to put it down. If I can’t do that… then you try and catch it. Okay?”
"But–" Eris attempted to object before remembering that this was the Sentinel who was giving her orders. No matter how worried she was about him or conscious of how much he tried to shoulder by himself, she had to trust him. Because he was trusting her. "Okay."
Feeling the concern for her friend outweigh the doubts of her capabilities, the girl did as she was told and quickly got out of the Sentinel's way. She landed on the runway, looking up with a furrow in her brow. Clenching her hands into fists, Eris resisted to attempt to ease the burden of the plane's weight once more. This time, she didn't register the moisture underneath her fingers.
The plane was seconds away from colliding with him now, and Nate had to do it. It was now or never. Tightening his muscles, Nathaniel let his powers flow through his veins and swarm around the plane. Almost immediately, the momentum of the huge machine started to dissipate. He had to focus, had to think about what he wanted. The plane drew closer, and closer to him as his powers forced it backwards.
Too much weight.
Nathaniel’s powers dropped for a second and the plane went back into its freefall, but he pushed forward, close enough that he could see inside the cockpit of the plane and he steadied himself. With a burst of power unlike any he’d ever given before, Nathaniel stopped the plane in place. He licked his upper lip, and tasted blood.
Meanwhile, inside of the plane, it was utter chaos. And why wouldn’t it be? They were dying, unless the Coalition managed to save them. But the team of heroes couldn’t save anyone, could they? None of that mattered to one particular person in the plane, a little girl realized why the plane had stopped: The Sentinel! He was here, she had to see him. Clutching her Coalition lunchbox, she began her adventure: to the front of the plane.
Ignoring the chaos that surrounded her, the young girl shoved her way through all the panicking people and to the cockpit. Nobody thought to stop her; all the training in the world never prepared someone to act properly in the heat of the moment, and when death was this close.
The flight attendants paid her no mind, nor did the pilots as she climbed atop the control panel and peered through the glass windows. Yes! There he was! The Sentinel, her hero. Well, one of them. Really… all of the Coalition were her heroes. Now, she couldn’t talk to him, not at this distance… so how would she address him? She did the only thing she could think of: she made direct eye contact with the Sentinel, and stuck her tongue out at him.
What.
David’s heart had been heavy when he’d arrived in Colorado, just under a week ago. His outlook had been bleak, his smile… gone. It’d all been left behind in a fateful moment, where he’d been… well, dumped. Davy was dumped, hard, abandoned and left a husk of his once bright and happy self. It had been Connor’s idea to drag them here, and while he may have originally wanted to stay home… Connor had been right, coming on this trip was a good decision! It was only by luck and fate that Davy happened to be snowboarding that particular line that particular day at that particular time, only pure luck that he had stumbled upon Christopher Robin, the boy named after a storybook character and quite frankly the person who splashed Davy’s life with color again.
It was only with Christopher Robin’s help that Davy found his step again, and from there found his confidence. It was on Christopher Robin’s suggestion, that David asked Madison to the dance (which had went spectacularly well, all things considered), and now… here he was. Being spoken to by an older brother.
David had been sitting on the snowy ground in his snowpants when the twins arrived, and he’d been quick to jump to his feet when he realized that the male was approaching him. He gave the other teen a bright smile and a nod, and accepting the handshake. “Yep! That’s me! I’m really kinda surprised she said yes? I didn’t think it would go that well, really? I expected her to say no! But, she agreed and that’s great, for me. Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to make her night one she’ll never forget —” David paused for a moment, realizing that his mind was slightly… clouded, to say the least, and his words could be possibly misunderstood. “— er, I don’t mean, like sexually, but like… I just wanna make sure she has fun?” S.O.S.
“Hey, bro, Oli. Don’t trip, he just a little awkward. It ain’t his fault, he had a rough time back in Hollywood, Madi gonna help me show him the light and shine the sun back into his life, or somethin’ like that. Look, I dunno. I just know that she’s nice, he’s nice, they’re dating. Don’t punch him.” The S.O.S. from Davy had been picked up on by Christopher Robin, and Christopher Robin had swooped in to save the day, like he so often did. “Hey, you want some pancakes? Moms made pancakes.”
It was only with Christopher Robin’s help that Davy found his step again, and from there found his confidence. It was on Christopher Robin’s suggestion, that David asked Madison to the dance (which had went spectacularly well, all things considered), and now… here he was. Being spoken to by an older brother.
David had been sitting on the snowy ground in his snowpants when the twins arrived, and he’d been quick to jump to his feet when he realized that the male was approaching him. He gave the other teen a bright smile and a nod, and accepting the handshake. “Yep! That’s me! I’m really kinda surprised she said yes? I didn’t think it would go that well, really? I expected her to say no! But, she agreed and that’s great, for me. Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to make her night one she’ll never forget —” David paused for a moment, realizing that his mind was slightly… clouded, to say the least, and his words could be possibly misunderstood. “— er, I don’t mean, like sexually, but like… I just wanna make sure she has fun?” S.O.S.
“Hey, bro, Oli. Don’t trip, he just a little awkward. It ain’t his fault, he had a rough time back in Hollywood, Madi gonna help me show him the light and shine the sun back into his life, or somethin’ like that. Look, I dunno. I just know that she’s nice, he’s nice, they’re dating. Don’t punch him.” The S.O.S. from Davy had been picked up on by Christopher Robin, and Christopher Robin had swooped in to save the day, like he so often did. “Hey, you want some pancakes? Moms made pancakes.”
@Silver Carrot@ZeusTheMoose@JamesMuddy@BrutalBx@GingerBoi123@The Kid Lantern@alexfangtalon]@tanderbolt@DepressedSoviet
Match 1: Tourney Match – Owen Sparks (W) vs Kidd Neon
Segment 1: Morgana Promo (maybe Sydney stare down?)
Match 2: Tourney Match - Oscar O’Sullivan (W) vs Local Competitor
Segment 2: Joy Ryder interview with Gethin Rhys
Match 3: Tourney Match - The Creation (W) vs Local Competitor
Match 4: Tourney Match - Gethin Rhys (W) vs Local Competitor
Segment 3: Hype Package for the Re-Debut of Hector
Main Event: Tourney Match - Sexton PS Love vs Thunderbird (W)
So, pending the Creation match (he's the only one yet to respond to the activity check), this is what the card for the next show looks like. It's going to be in LA, at the Staples Center specifically. The two week period to get in your segments starts now. Remember to not feel rushed, the time limit was met pretty easily last time, so I'm not worried.
If you are not on the card (there are a couple of people), you'll be on the next one or maybe on Aftershock. Eventually there will be an effort made to make more card space to get more people on. As it stands, though, realistically the show rolls for about two hours as it stands and I want to keep it that length. Hopefully no one feels snubbed, and remember you can write backstage stuff.
I'm still willing to add commentary to any match, just give me a shout.
If anyone has any questions, comments, or suggestions feel free to PM me either here or on Discord (the link to our Discord chat is at the top of the character tab) and I'll get to you as soon as I can. I'm happy with the way the roleplay has rolled along so far, and I hope to continue being happy with it.
Match 1: Tourney Match – Owen Sparks (W) vs Kidd Neon
Segment 1: Morgana Promo (maybe Sydney stare down?)
Match 2: Tourney Match - Oscar O’Sullivan (W) vs Local Competitor
Segment 2: Joy Ryder interview with Gethin Rhys
Match 3: Tourney Match - The Creation (W) vs Local Competitor
Match 4: Tourney Match - Gethin Rhys (W) vs Local Competitor
Segment 3: Hype Package for the Re-Debut of Hector
Main Event: Tourney Match - Sexton PS Love vs Thunderbird (W)
So, pending the Creation match (he's the only one yet to respond to the activity check), this is what the card for the next show looks like. It's going to be in LA, at the Staples Center specifically. The two week period to get in your segments starts now. Remember to not feel rushed, the time limit was met pretty easily last time, so I'm not worried.
If you are not on the card (there are a couple of people), you'll be on the next one or maybe on Aftershock. Eventually there will be an effort made to make more card space to get more people on. As it stands, though, realistically the show rolls for about two hours as it stands and I want to keep it that length. Hopefully no one feels snubbed, and remember you can write backstage stuff.
I'm still willing to add commentary to any match, just give me a shout.
If anyone has any questions, comments, or suggestions feel free to PM me either here or on Discord (the link to our Discord chat is at the top of the character tab) and I'll get to you as soon as I can. I'm happy with the way the roleplay has rolled along so far, and I hope to continue being happy with it.
@deyingerIt's okay, friend. We'll review your character soon. :)
For now, you can leave her where she is in the char tab -- my initial glance over the sheet, it looked fine. BUT, we like to go over them together, so we'll be waiting till tomorrow sometime when we've all had a chance to check the sheet out.
For now, you can leave her where she is in the char tab -- my initial glance over the sheet, it looked fine. BUT, we like to go over them together, so we'll be waiting till tomorrow sometime when we've all had a chance to check the sheet out.
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