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The Young Avengers: Probation

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The Young Avengers: Probation

There were sixty-seven invitations sent out to people all around the world who hit the prerequisites. Of those sixty-seven invitations, thirty-eight were responded to. Of those thirty-eight, all but eighteen were disqualified upon a deeper vetting. The eighteen remaining met with their ‘supervisor,’ and took a test put together by her. This removed another twelve from the selection process.

The remaining six are the stars of the show, so to say. They are the lucky winners, the fabled few.

The Young Avengers.

Assembled rather hastily by Captain America, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Iron Man, and Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, the Young Avengers are on a trial run. Under the tutelage of Captain Marvel, the Young Avengers are going to be taking care of the West Coast of the United States of America. Complete with their very own Avengers Tower in San Francisco, the Young Avengers will operate largely independently. Captain Marvel will be staying with them, and offering guidance when she can, but will not participate in any combat, or crime solving scenarios.

The team is under a six-month probationary period, during which they are expected to learn to work fluidly and fluently together, as well as choose a leader. Being an Avenger is a huge strain on someone’s life. You become a public figure, almost a celebrity, and people depend on you in life-threatening situations. The probationary period is meant to test the team’s ability to be a team, as well as their viability as Avengers. Some people can’t handle the stressors, or are better off working alone.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary, and on this particular planet, being an Avenger is something almost every super person strives for. The Avengers are a family, they love and care for each other, they work together, they live together, they sometimes fall in love together… and, to top it all off, they have great dental; plus Tony Stark pays the bills and signs the checks, so they’re never going to bounce.

Our story will focus on the six-month probationary period, and how it goes for the team. Rogers, Stark, and Danvers will all be watching closely as the team hopefully grows and melds together. In the event that they don’t, then they’ll just have to try again. This is, unfortunately, necessary. A lot of the primary Avengers have been sent off on assignments around the world, leaving the West Coast largely unguarded.

What We’re Accepting:

• Super-powered original characters aged 16-24
• Canon Marvel Characters aged 16-24. This will be on a first come, first serve basis. No reservations!

Off Limits Canon Characters:

• Deadpool, Gwenpool
• Similar ‘fourth wall breaker’ original characters
• Any canon Marvel characters older than age 24

NPCs Played by GMs:

• Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel; Played by @Fabricant451
• Tony Stark, Iron Man; Played by @Universorum
• Steve Rogers, Captain America; Played by @Universorum
• Maria Hill, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.; Played as needed by both GMs

2k4: New Class

@loziNo worries, take your time.

The Coalition {FULL}

<sub>The Sentinel

Location: A Coalition Conference Room
Interacting with: Agent Hauser, the Team</sub>

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This was absolutely absurd.

For the past two years, all they had done was help their community. They’d stopped bank robberies, murders, kidnappings, helped solve crimes, and ended murder sprees. For the past two years they’d had an impeccable track record. Zero failures, zero incidents. Very little property damage, never a civilian injured by their hand. By all rights, the Coalition had removed the need for the police department as anything other than filling out paperwork.

And yet, here the Sentinel stood, talking to a government agent who had been sent to be their ‘advisor.’ Nathaniel hardly even knew what that meant, at least in this context. He’d agreed to speak with the man, privately after they’d walked into the Watchtower and he’d been sitting there. Following a few phone calls, Nathaniel had verified that the man was real, that EPIC was real. He was sure that this was all very real. Even so, just because it was real, though, didn’t mean he had to enjoy it.

He didn’t like the idea of being ran by someone who wasn’t a direct member of their organization, and wasn’t sure how he felt about being watched. Because, that’s what was happening. They were going to be monitored, and supervised; the worst part was, they didn’t really have a choice. There were a few perks though, even Nathaniel had to admit that.

“I’m here to help you, really. From here on out, you’re going to have a team of EPIC Agents who will help with your public image. That means no more, or at least a lot fewer, press conferences for you. Aside from that, we’re going to do our best to help make it so the town likes you again —”

“What about the girl? Julia.” Though he appreciated it, Nathaniel didn’t much care about how many or how few press conferences he’d have to put on. They were shows for the press, sometimes necessary, but often just circuses he attended in hopes that it would get people to like them. As it stood now, it seemed that had all been for naught. It only took one mistake, one failure… that was all it took to leave an ugly, bloody wound on the otherwise mythical Coalition.

The girl, however, she was a new player in the situation. A wild card, one Nate barely had information about, but still. He felt obligated to do what he could for her, after all… the note she’d had (in a Coalition branded lunchbox, mind you) had begged him to take her in. The note wanted him — wanted them — to take her in, and he had no intention of denying the request of what he could only assume was the girl’s dead parents.

“What girl? The one from the plane? Well, we can have her put in a foster home —” Agent Hauser began to speak, before Nathaniel shook his head, and the Agent shifted his weight and folded his arms over his chest. “What, are you gonna take care of her?” The other man nodded, and the Agent sighed. “Okay. Let me put in some calls, we can go through the proper channels and have her become a U.S. Citizen. Her name is Julia Rhodes, right? I’ll have her placed under your care…” The Agent had pulled a device out of his pockets and was typing on it.

“Mine and Serenity’s. Barrage; she’s my fiance.”

“Right… And, for schooling? She will need schooling, you know.”

“Austin will teach her, he’s smart enough. Don’t worry about her, worry about us and your job. Your part of the deal has to include that.”

“Okay, okay. I can get it done. On the discussion of my job... We need to know more about you, if we’re going to help you defeat… whoever it was that put us in this mess. Now, I already know you’ll let us help you. But what about the others? Are they going to let us run tests on them?” The Agent asked, and Nathaniel shook his head,

“I doubt that very strongly. But I’ll talk to them tomorrow morning. You know, you’re lucky none of them have super hearing, or this wouldn’t be a very private meeting… Are we done here?” Nathaniel asked, and after a confirming nod from Hauser, Nathaniel turned to the door and opened it up to the team who had gathered in the waiting room outside of the conference and debriefing area he’d been speaking to Hauser in. “Alright, team. Agent Hauser and his people, who will be arriving over the next few days, will be staying with us for the foreseeable future. Their goal here is the same as ours: the capture and defeat of whoever or whatever killed the Mayor and kicked our asses. Now, I don’t like it anymore than you guys — being watched and monitored by the government? Not very high on my bucket list. But, the way I see it, we can use all the help we can get; so, I intend for us to work with them as best we can.”

He looked over the team, confident that they would respect his wishes, if not the wishes of the United States government. “For now? You’re all dismissed. Get some sleep, a lot of it, and breakfast too. We’re going to meet at twelve hundred hours tomorrow — instead of our normal meeting time of oh nine hundred hours — in the conference room, and talk about what our next moves are going to be, and give you the full details on the deal here. I’d wager that Agent Hauser is going to be sitting in on that meeting. Don’t let that stop you from bad mouthing him. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, their leader walked away and toward the elevator.

2k4: New Class

Jason Spencer

Jason Andrew Spencer

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The Basics

Nicknames:

• They Call Me Moose Knuckle
• And Jace
• Occasionally? Andy

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

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The Nitty Gritty

Personality:
He’s a frat boy, through and through. He slacks off, he makes messes, he plays ultimate and disc golf, and above all else… he parties. He parties a lot, possibly more than he should, and he does his due diligence as far as ‘hooking up with as many sorority girls and otherwise is possible.’

He’s well liked (except by the Elves and the Fae, those assholes), and he intends to use the gift of gab to become a lawyer, since he’s not sure what else he would ever be good at. That is to say he’s not very academically gifted, but he’s good at the talking part of the job.

See, C’s get degrees. He leans hard on some of his boys in the Frat to help him through the harder stuff. It wasn’t always this way, but maybe… maybe the partying is starting to get to him.

History:
Jason grew up in Oregon, near the Medford area. He grew up with a dad who was a cop and never seemed to be around, and a mom who worked from home. He had a decent childhood, but he wasn’t very social; he worked hard all the time, because his mom told him that if he didn’t get into a half-decent college and get a good degree then he’d never amount to anything and he could go fuck himself because she didn’t want a failure and if he was a failure then his dad would get rid of him because they didn’t have any room in this fucking house for failures.

So, he did the best he could to not be a failure.

This meant that he worked his ass off all through school, never partied, had no friends, had nothing but those high test scores and the ability to remember knowledge. He decided what he wanted to be before he could even drive a car (a criminal defense lawyer), and even interned at a law firm two summers. He played sports sometimes, wasn’t all that at it — at least in comparison to the Orks that played, but hey. They were huge, he wasn’t.

When he got to his senior year, he threw out college application after application. It was hard to choose where he wanted to go; he hit the marks for almost every school. Didn’t get accepted into his first choice, and decided that he would accept a full-ride scholarship through law school from the University of Washington.

However, according to his mother, this wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t Ivy League, it wasn’t prestigious enough… all kinds of words that Jason heard in the summer up to his first semester of college.

It was then that Jason had a ‘break’ mentally, a shift in personality. He realized, that no matter what he was going to do, he’d never be good enough for his parents, so why try?

He went to college that first semester and joined a frat. Not just any frat he joined the frat, the one that did nothing but party and fuck around all day every day. ORK. Jason was determined to slack off and enjoy his 20s, since his obsession with being as good as his mom wanted him to be had robbed him of his teen years.

And he did just that. He parties almost every day, sleeps with different girls, and in general is here for a good time, probably not a long one. His grades slipped, his mom bitched. He ignored her.

By the end of his first year in the frat, he was destined to be the President.

And now, he is, and has been since last year.

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The Extras

Familiar:
A large Hawk named Xerxes. Xerxes doesn’t approve of the life choices that Jason is making lately, but takes a mostly neutral stance. He’s stuck with him whether he likes it or not, and hopes that Jason will straighten up, eventually.

Societies:
Considers himself a cornerstone of the local (that is to say, the Loft’s) Smash players. He mains Fox, Sheik, and Mario.
Hosts a movie night at the frathouse on Fridays.

Leave him alone, he doesn’t have many of these.

Sports:

• Casual player of Ultimate frisbee, disk golf, racketball, and is not against playing hoops.

Organizations:

• ORK president

Occupation:
This whole being president shit? This is a full-time job, my friend.

Relationship Status:
Very openly sleeps around.

Years in College:
3

Major:
Political science

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Tyler Ayers

Forrest Tyler Ayers

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The Basics

Nicknames:

• Tyler. Seriously, please just call me Tyler.

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

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The Nitty Gritty

Personality:
Tyler is a bit of a geek. He has the classic geeky interests: video games, board games, academics… He likes that kind of stuff, and as a result? He’s a bit of a loner, and has never really had ‘luck’ with girls, but that’s okay; he uses milfhunter.com to ease the pain.

He doesn’t really do much, as far as a social life goes. He just hangs out in his room and burns out (something in the water in Washington, swear to god) in his dorm room, playing video games, or messing around with electronics. It’s what he’s best at, and it’s what he’s focusing on while he’s in school.

History:
Tyler has lived a life that makes no sense if you know what he wants to do when he grows up. Tyler was raised in a cabin in the woods by two parents who don’t know how to touch type, let alone solder. His parents gave him a dumb hippie name (Forrest? Seriously??) and wanted him to live without electronics or anything of that sort, and to live off the land — like Elves, or something.

Tyler wasn’t very interested in that, he didn’t like nature that much, he wasn’t that type of person. Luckily for him, his maternal grandfather was a bit of a computer and electronics fanatic, and he had Tyler working on circuit boards and keyboards from the time he was six.

By the time high school rolled around, Tyler was already well equipped and comfortable with technology. High school, more importantly, was when magic was introduced into the curriculum. At this point, Tyler started to do research on his own. Really, who could blame him? Magic was, and is, pretty cool — and he was a bright boy, he could figure some stuff out on his own.

By the time college rolled around, he was really only interested in three things: magic, technology, and magi-tech. He wants to be a super-star, like Tony Stark, and contribute to society via tech.

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The Extras

Familiar:
A small tabby cat named Theodore. Theodore spends a lot of his time trying to push Tyler to go outside and meet people.

This largely fails.

Societies:
Human Magic Society
Computer Society
Leads video games at the Lofts

Sports:

• Haha

Organizations:

• None

Occupation:
Part time job at a Radio Shack

Relationship Status:
Very, very single.

Years in College:
2

Major:
Comp Sci/Magi Technologies

CANCELLED.

_{@Fabricant451 and @Universorum
Introducing: Cedric “Why Try?” Styles and Paul “What if he’s not gay?” Soriano-Duke
Guest Starring: Kit “I CAN BE A PIRATE!?” Thomas and Min “This is Too Much For Parker” Seo
Location: A science room
Time: After school}

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It was that time of year again. After Christmas break, clubs typically saw a resurgence of new members, as people wanted to try new things and get out there and meet new people. This, however, was not the case for the tabletop club. Once again, the members were sitting alone in the meeting place: an empty science classroom.

On one end of the table, Cedric Styles, founder and president of the tabletop RPG club, surrounded by different books relating to different tabletop games that he’d spent his entire high school career trying to share with the other students. But, to his annoyance, no one had ever shown up.

“This is stupid, Paul. Zach didn’t even show up because he doesn’t think we’ll get anyone. What’s the point? I can’t believe he didn’t show up, that dick… I’m gonna tell Ray, I swear to god.” Cedric grumbled, putting a hand through his admittedly shaggy hair and shaking his head. Zachary Webb, the third member of their little entourage, had decided to go to the 365 Combat Club in an attempt to get some girl to love him. “I put a lot of work into this, you know!”

The tabletop club was a bit of a wash and Paul Soriano-Duke was constantly surprised that it hadn’t been dissolved to make way for something with a bit more interest. He was glad for the space away from home to work on his model kits, though today in a shocking twist he wasn’t absorbed in putting together a Gundam but rather his phone and the Instagram account where he posted his in progress model pics and the end results. It could not have been a more niche page and yet…

“Someone liked every single one of my pictures.” Paul hadn’t even been listening to what Cedric was saying, but knowing Cedric as Paul did it was probably about the fact that the mandatory third person to keep a club going wasn’t even there today. “I barely get likes but someone liked every single picture. Do you think it was a mistake?”

“...no, why would someone do that on mistake? Wait, every picture? Hey, you’re trying to distract me from the problem at hand!” Cedric protested, picking up a particularly thick rulebook and waving it around. “It’s like you don’t even care. Maybe my marketing just sucks, I dunno. I guess I could just give u—” Cedric stopped talking as the door swung open, and two people he had never seen before in his life walked in.

The smaller girl, with the multicolored hair, walked up to the table and slapped down a piece of paper on it, looking between the two boys as she spoke. “We’re here for the club! This… is the right place, right?” She asked, and Cedric looked down at the paper, noticing that it was one of the flyers he’d hung up on the boards. “Where do we sign up?”

“Well, yeah. Really? You guys are here to join the club?” To be honest, Cedric hardly even knew how they signed up — this had never happened before.

“You’re not wrong, I don’t care that Zach isn’t here. I do care that someone I don’t even know liked all my pictures. What if it’s, like, a sign? I have to follow them back, right? Like, that’s what to do in this situation?” This was uncharted territory for Paul whose biggest fan was one of his moms - and even she didn’t like his posts on Instagram. This was going to stay with him. He had thought it was weird when the first like came in last night, but this morning he was thoroughly shocked by the amount of notifications. Was this what the popular kids had to deal with on a daily basis?

His attention was taken from his phone when a louder voice was added to the mix - a voice he was not at all familiar with. Now he knew there was something strange going around. Not one member but two and they didn’t exactly look like what Paul figured a tabletop enthusiast would look like. “There’s a ledger, Zach knows where it is.”

The other girl was a bit quieter in both appearance and volume and she looked somewhat confused. It was clear she was brought along rather than being the one who had a great interest, but at least she didn’t look like she hated being there. “Is this...a science room?”

The attention of Kit was taken away from the person sitting with all the books, and brought to the other boy, as he mentioned a ledger and a Zach. Kit had little to no idea what either of those things were, but she did have ideas about something that the boy had mentioned! “You have to follow them back! What if they’re a secret admirer?! Does it say who liked them? Let’s figure out who it is and confront them.” Kit held her finger up as if that was the only answer to the situation.

Unfortunately for her, the guy with the books shook his head. “Whoa, whoa. We’re not really of the confrontational types… Anyway, yeah.” He said, looking at the quieter girl. She was dragged along, but that was okay. He could make things open to everyone. “This is a science room. We use it because it’s got the biggest tables, which are kind of important for this. I’m Cedric, and this is Paul. There’s one other guy that’s usually here, but he had to skip today. Business.” ‘Business’ seemed easier to say than ‘he bailed because he didn’t think anyone would be interested in what we’re selling.’

“Cool. Hey, listen. Me and my friend here — I’m Kit, this is Min — we’re looking to join this here club you guys got going on. I’ve never played a tabletop RPG before, but I’ve read about ‘em some on the internet, and I really wanna try it. What’s it like?” She asked, and Cedric suddenly got much taller. Finally, finally. Finally he was able to give the spiel.

“Tabletop RPGs are awesome! It’s pretty cool, to play them. You get to build a character that can be almost anything you’d like, and then you get to do whatever you want. I’ll be the Dungeon Master, which means that I control the narrative, though you guys drive it. Basically, I play the monsters, and you’ll play the heroes — but don’t think of it was me vs you. Because that’s not what it’s about, it’s a collaborative effort. They’re one of the best ways to be creative and have fun! They’re driven by dice, and you have to do just a bit of math… but it’s really fun.”

He had lost Kit a little ways into that, but she’d picked up on one important part: they could be anything they wanted!? “I wanna be a pirate! Can we be pirates!?”

Paul didn’t know if this Kit girl had genuine enthusiasm or was on some sort of drugs but he was leaning towards the latter if only because he hadn’t ever seen someone so excited to join this club. It definitely got Cedric talking which meant there was a good five minutes or so where he wouldn’t stop talking. The first trick Paul learned in being friends with Cedric was knowing when to tune out and what to tune back in for. “Pirate is a class, yes, and there are pirate themed campaigns and do you really think it could be a secret admirer? What if he also likes model kits? Wait, what if he’s not into guys?” Paul was much more interested in the part that pertained specifically to him. Let Cedric handle the business aspect.

“Why not just...send message? On the account?” Min-seo, too, was more interested in the potential secret admirer than the tabletop RPG. She was something of an authority on admiration and romance, at least compared to the rest of the room.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way… but any guy who builds Gundam models for fun, and especially any guy who looks at pictures of Gundam models other boys built on Instagram… definitely likes guys. Min’s right though! You could just send a message. Hey, I wanna talk more about the pirates. Can we make that happen?” Kit looked eagerly between the two boys, before Cedric looked at the pile of books on the counter, and shrugged.

“I mean, we can do a seafaring campaign, sure… but we could use more people. Like, three more in total? The seafaring ones are hard. But they’re nonetheless fun. Do you guys know anyone who can play with us…?” Damn, was he shilling too hard? Maybe he was being pushy… Luckily for him, though, Kit lit up and nodded.

“Yeah! Min has a boyfriend and then a girl that’s always hanging out with them! Min, can you make Henry and Parker come?”

Paul had to admit, Kit had a point. Of course, the point would amount to nothing if his initial assumption of it being some kind of accident turned out to be the truth. He couldn’t just message the liker of comments, what would he even say? ‘Hi, thank you for liking my posts, what’s your favorite Gundam and also are you cute?’ That was stupid. It was probably all a mistake. That was the simple explanation. He wasn’t exactly Beverly Hills High’s most eligible bachelor. His best friends and himself essentially made up the Three Stooges, except instead of Stooges they were the Three Dudes Who Hung Out In A Science Room.

“I can..message Henry but...I don’t think he...likes...this.” Though Min was doubtful she was already sending the text message asking him to drop by the room, complete with a heart emoji. Or three. “You said...math?” Min-seo was now speaking to Cedric directly. “I...am good...at math.” If the game had math involved maybe it would be fun.

“It’s pretty basic math, but there’s a lot of addition and subtraction. Here, check this out. These are the player’s handbook. So you can look in there for rules and stuff, alright? It’s got all the character creation stuff.” He slid the books across the way to the girls, and Kit caught hers and immediately turned to the table of contents, sitting down at the table.

“You guys need snacks in here. There are WIZARDS? That’s so cool! What’s a half-orc!? You there, Gundam boy! Tell me what a half-orc is. They look COOL. They have huge teeth!” Kit was already won over. This was totally for her, that much was for sure.

“Well, we only ever have like three people here, and we’re not that hungry. Are you seriously that hungry?” Cedric glanced at the other girl, almost as if he were looking for validation that Kit could be so hungry as to need snacks right this second.

‘Gundam boy’? Paul wasn’t sure he liked that nickname. He built more than Gundams. He had other mobile suits, like a Zaku and a Gogg and his personal favorite: the Qubeley. That one had taken a good three months and was the pride of his collection - which was impressive in its own right. ‘Gundam boy’ was just so very reductionist. “A half-orc is the offspring of a human and an orc. They’re good at intimidation and night vision and they have the ability to survive a fatal attack with one h.p. They make good barbarians which aren’t exactly the same thing as pirates.” Most of his information came from Cedric; Paul had only read the manual enough to get what he needed for his own character.

“So many…” Min was not reading the manual as quickly as Kit was, and she was mostly looking at the artwork for the playable races. “Is that...frog? I can...be frog? So cute!” If nothing else, the imagination of the artwork had kept Min’s focus.

“Miss me with that gay shit, I ain’t bein’ no barbarian. I wanna be a half-orc and I wanna be a wizard. I wanna have huge fangs for teeth, and I wanna throw fireballs and stuff like that.” Kit said, looking over at the boys once again. She had an idea in her head, and she was sold on it now. “I wanna be the wizard of the ship! Because ships need wizards right? Like if I’m the wizard and we’re in the middle of the ocean and there’s no wind, or the wind is taking us the wrong way, then I wanna be able to, like… use my magic to make us go… the right way.” She gestured with her hands, as if she were pushing towards sails. “No wait! I wanna be a halfling, dude! Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. I wanna be a Halfling… Bard… with a sweet lute, and my awesome riffs will pilot the ship!”

“Sure, you can be a frog. There’s all kinds of races, you can basically be whatever you want.” Cedric said, giving Min-seo a smile. Her phone buzzed with a text message from her love, saying that he could be convinced, and they’d talk about it tonight.

While Paul could appreciate the enthusiasm from Kit, it was clear that she wasn’t really taking the character creation process as seriously as perhaps she should. Sure it was fun to think of race and class combinations but she was missing the best part. The crafting of a biography, personality, getting into the head of a character and finding what makes them tick. A half-orc wizard was possible but why? The why was the best part! “That isn’t really how bards work...and barbarians aren’t gay! They’re the frontline, in your face, warrior types. What’s gay about that?” It was rhetorical, but somehow he figured he’d get an answer anyway.

Min-seo, meanwhile, checked her phone and while it wasn’t a definitive yes, she could probably convince Henry to at least give it a chance. Even if he didn’t stick with it, that he came for a trial would mean a lot to her. “This might be...too hard for..Parker.”

“You kidding me? Have you even seen Conan the Barbarian? The guy is nothing but bulging muscles and a banana hammock of homoeroticism! That’s the quintessential barbarian, and all he is ‘look at how bulging my muscles are!’ ‘look at how oily I am!’ Come on, man. That’s gay. Why isn’t that how Bards work!? Can we change how bards work? I still wanna be a bard…”

“Oh, really? Well, that’s okay. What class are you thinking about being?” He asked Min, smiling brightly. He was happy to have the chance to actually play, but he was beginning to realize that they were getting close to the end of time for the day. “Here, why don’t you guys take those books home? Here’s my number and Assistant name, IM me if you need help. Take a look over some stuff, see if you have any ideas? We’re getting close to out of time, unfortunately, but next week you can bring a friend or two if you got ‘em! We’ll do character creation.”

Paul found himself laughing at Cedric’s entire exchange and he realized he was the only one doing so. He thought it would have been obvious to Cedric though the lack of understanding in Cedric’s expression said otherwise. “This is, like, the first time you’ve given your number to a girl and it’s for character creation. God we are so hopeless.” It was only funny because the truth didn’t hurt so much through the mask of humor.

Man, Paul was taking unnecessary shots. It wasn’t Cedric’s fault that girls were unapproachable for him! He was an ugly nerd for most of his life, and only recently had become ‘handsome,’ and he wasn’t even sure about that. “That’s not fair, man. Girls are hard to talk to!” Ced protested, making a face. “You got it easy. You just talk to other boys!”

Kit, who was headed out the door, hand-in-hand with Min-seo, glanced over at Cedric. “Dude, you wanna meet girls? I can introduce you to some girls —”

“Yeah, and I bet they’d be fourteen!”

“Uh, no! I’m a Candy, you asshat! It’d be a hot cheerleader! Good day, sir! See ya next week.” With that, Kit and Min took off, leaving a flabbergasted Cedric looking at Paul.

“She’s a Candy?!”

Paul was not convinced and he was only somewhat jealous that Cedric got to have someone play matchmaker for him. Why was it that there wasn’t like Man Candies, though Paul would have felt all kinds of weird being forcibly introduced to someone. It was hard to be natural when both parties had expectations and preconceived notions. “I bet she’s a Sour Candy.” And yet despite his reservations, he was willing to crush Cedric’s hopes at any opportunity.

What else were friends for?

2k4: New Class

@SpiritzerApproved, you can post him in the character side.

2k4: New Class

@lozi discord.gg/reszYW

Go ahead and message when you get in general chat, so we can add you to the proper RP part.

2k4: New Class

@loziSure, you're welcome to join! Do you want a link to the discord server?