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7 mos ago
Current putting yourself out there is scary, yes. but you rob yourself and others of those positive and welcoming interactions you might have. high risk, high reward. you've got this, friend.
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7 mos ago
Friends over so I'm away from my PC. Will get to owed stuff as soon as I can!
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7 mos ago
you all are making me feel old. dragoncave levels of old.
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7 mos ago
I want to write silly romance plots. That's it. That's the update.
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1 yr ago
Buried in chores this weekend. I'll be back to writing/plotting with folks by Monday at the latest!! ♡
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30+ year old writer.

Hi, I'm Rose. I RP and stuff.



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Not going t be able to get a post up today, Mother's Day and all that. Quick question though, does Third Eye only work on other Super abilities or will it work on mundane skills (I.e. Languages, Carpentry, being amazing at Mortal Kombat...).

I presume that the limitation is that you can only mimic one skill at a time? So if Gareth is in a tussle and decides he wants to copy his foes ability, he'd forget all the Mortal Kombat combos?


I'm going to say that only super abilities can be copied and when he copies them, he won't be perfect at them. You can sort of imagine it like getting a new super power every time you want but suddenly not knowing what the hell you're doing with them. His body will know what it's doing, but he, himself, won't. Sort of like a child who doesn't know his own strength. Though it won't be like that every time. Let's say he really likes Soleil's Sound ability and like to copy that from her, after a while he could be pretty adept at her skills (he could never reach the same full potential that Soleil will be able, but he could be decent at all of things).

Does that make sense? (Not just talking to Nev here. Feel free to call me out on bullshit or something.)
Criston

Criston sighed as he straightened his tie and brushed his hair. He hadn't felt this down since his mother told him she wasn't going to throw him birthday parties anymore. Then again, he almost felt guilty for feeling this poorly about it. It wasn't like anyone had really wronged him... He just... felt down.

Which was odd for the usually upbeat warlock. Very... odd.

Knock, knock

Criston jumped slightly at the sound intruding on his thoughts and turned as the door opened and a young woman stepped through. She was small framed and in oriental clothing. She stepped in without a word and walked over to Criston. He lifted his hands as if she meant to attack him and flinched as her hand shot out, holding a letter.

Blinking, Criston finally realized the small girl wasn't going to attack him with anything and he took the letter from her hand, his brow furrowing.


Criston!

Sorry for leaving you to handle things on your own. I've got some important mommy things to do, yanno. Ayane, the girl with this letter, is your new fiance. Since the Fey Queen poofed on us, here's the Merking's daughter, well... one of them. She can't talk, so look out for her, would ya? I don't know what the King would do to us if his daughter had a bad time at this party!

<3 Maria


Criston crumbled up the letter, scowl on his face. Holding back a groan, he threw the note in the trashcan and turned to look at the girl. Ayane, hm?

"Ayane?" He asked and the girl looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights before nodding slowly. Criston sighed and looked down at her. "You know of the party, I assume?" He asked and got a nod in return. Smiling at him, Ayane walked up to his and took his hand, holding it in her own. He blinked, taken aback by her sudden movement. When she took her hand away, in his hand he found a opalescent shell with a string strung through it.

Ayne motioned for Criston to place the shell around his neck, mocking the motion with her own hands. Criston sighed and pocketed the shell, responding with, "Maybe later. Come on, we'll be late." With that, Criston walked briskly to the ballroom and they arrived just in time to see a young boy walking up to Carmen to talk to her.

Criston nodded at Carmen in greeting and then led his burden to the other side of the ballroom where he spoke with the DJ about the music for the night, ignoring the small girl beside him who simply stood and stared at him.

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Lily

"This sucks..." She groaned as she fell back against her chair, staring at the choices in dress before her. She wanted to look good for Carmen but at the same time she didn't think a rather racy looking red dress in front of her son. But if she wore the usual white dress, Carmen would give her grief.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she reached her hand out and snagged the white dress. Carmen was already hers, it wasn't like she had to impress her.

Moments later, Lily was dressed with her hair braided down her back, a trick she'd learned from Carmen and was out the door, her heart pumping for the meeting with Edric. It wasn't like she was the best mother in the world, she didn't exactly know how to be one.

Maybe it was best if she just... didn't. Would it be better if she didn't try to be his mother and make up the time they'd lost? Would it be weird if she tried? She didn't know.

Before she knew it, she was walking in behind Criston and a strange girl he was with. She raised a brow at the sight and then raised one at Carmen as if asking what she knew but then she noticed Edric. She forced a smile and waved at the boy before walking over to them.

"Good evening, you two." She greeted them, picking up a glass of wine from behind Carmen and resisted the urge to chug it.
I'll be making a Criston post soon.
Not long enough...

Penelope sent the rather loud cowboy an awkward smile before responding to him. "Nothing much, Clint." She replied before putting her cigarette out and throwing it away. She sighed as more of them arrived, the first of which was Lux who, as usual, arrived quietly like she liked. Penelope had to admit, the quiet ones were always pretty nice.

Penelope stood awkwardly for a few moments as the others started piling around and suddenly began feeling claustrophobic. She hit Eastwood with a playful bump to his shoulder as she went in, and managed to pull a hair ruffle on Acheri before heading inside without a word.

As she opened the door, she was assaulted by a certain... aroma. "Rohrbach?" She called out, her voice nasally as she was now holding her nose. To say it was odd was an understatement. It smelled like mold mixed with sweat and vinegar. Not exactly the most appeasing smell.

"Any reason it smells like something died in here a few months ago, Doc?" Penelope asked as she walked further into the lab. As she reached the kitchen, the smell began to penetrate the hold her fingers hand on her nose and threatened to cause her stomach to lurch forward. Shaking her head, she decided not to investigate and elected to head for the lounge area and began to put a pot of coffee on.

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Rohrbach stood in the kitchen, leaning over his latest concoction. At this point, even he didn't know what it was anymore. He was simply staring at it, trying his best to figure out where it all went wrong and honestly debating eating it anyway. His stomach growled as he hesitantly grabbed at the mass of organic mess on his plate.
@Nevix Rerolled for you and got Third Eye (Ability Copy)
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i swear to fking god if any of you interfere with this i'll murder you with a swarm of dwarves armed with rocket-launching nike shorts


:3
IC is open and you can begin posting. The two that want rerolls, I'll get to those as soon as I can. Onarax, you got invisibility but my parents arrived before I could do Nev's so it'll have to wait until tonight.
Dr. Rohrbach stood, silently watching the computer monitor as numbers blipped past him. He was running a simulation for the task at hand, hoping that what he was preparing would help them get a handle on the powers they now possessed, considering they were still relatively new to all of it.

By now Finn Rohrbach's stomach had learned not to bother him with silly rumbling when he was working but the picture frame on his desk reminded him of her.

Finn, you know you really should eat. Your work won't get done if you pass out on the floor, you know. Besides, is my coking really that bad?

He could smell the warmth of the pancakes now and a smile rose to his face. He looked over to his assistant, who he'd honestly forgotten the name of, and nodded as if to say, "Your turn to stare at the machine for no apparent reason." The young man in the lab coat, who seemed to be rather new, gave Dr. Rohrbach a confused look before his eyes lit up as he realized what the strange professor wanted him to do. He took a seat at Rohrbach's desk as the professor made his way to the kitchen.

The others should be checking in soon if Finn remembered correctly. He looked down at his watch and smiled. Yes, it was just after dinner and the group should be piling in soon for the afternoon's training. He took to making himself a sandwich, using whatever odds and ends he could find in the kitchen, meticulously avoiding the hazardous materials strewn throughout the white tiled room.

His lab coat was spotless, just as he liked it but as soon as he began putting his sandwich together, a touch of ketchup landed its way onto the absentminded scientist's coat.

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The day was winding down for Straider University with the last few afternoon classes wrapping up. Most of the students Rohrbach found did not have evening classes, as he had planned, and were asked to come to his lab across from the apartments where they were to now stay. Every afternoon, once dinner was over with at the dining hall, the students made their way to the lab for training. It's only been about a week since they first encountered their powers and many of them are still apprehensive towards everything Rohrbach had done to them but for the most part, all were in agreement that saving the world would feel pretty damn good. Well, maybe not saving the world... but saving people would feel good, right?

Penelope herself was on her way back from the library. She'd eaten a small dinner and then head off there to work on a paper before heading over to the lab. She had to admit it was rather ironic that her powers were probably the most destructive towards literature. Maybe it was a sign.

"Nah. I'll be a writer even if I have to slap a few bitches to get it done." She told herself proudly. Though, there was still a small sliver of doubt at the back of her mind that nagged at her.

Regardless, as she passed by the smaller tennis courts, she found herself at Rohrbach's lab. She sighed and pulled out a smoke. Leaning against the wall, she lit it with her powers, trying very hard to both keep them in check and keep them hidden. It was so much easier than trying to pull out a lighter plus it had the added benefit of letting her practice her powers a bit. And so, Penelope leaned against the outside of the building, huffing and puffing for a the few extra minutes she had to herself before the others would inevitably arrive.
Sorry guys! We're actually all full and about to get started in the next few days with IC. Thank you very much for your interest, however!
I'm out a computer for a few more days...


That's lame.

Oryx (@Onarax) I noticed you put on the pad you wanted a reroll? Is that still true? If so, I already have one randomized for you. Just let me know and I'll post it up for you.
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