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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Normally unavailable between 3pm-9pm, always welcoming RP ideas, large groups, small groups, 1x1s, you name it!
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Akaya, I ask permission to slip in a little cameo, if at all possible. It's nothing big, just a drunk and his grandson, finding themselves in a particular algorithm of spacetime that happens to be the home of Gemkind.
Also, @Loony, LOVE UNDERTALE!!!! And don't worry about the redesigns too much, if you can't find them, no worries, you don't have to make more, and if you really feel the desire to, please put them on the backburner and get everything else done first, it's nothing major.
Also, @Loony, LOVE UNDERTALE!!!! And don't worry about the redesigns too much, if you can't find them, no worries, you don't have to make more, and if you really feel the desire to, please put them on the backburner and get everything else done first, it's nothing major.
At the mention of the incident with the weapons, Sodalite smiled. Of course it wasn't a real smile. It was hollow, melancholic. She knew that she didn't know how to use all of those weapons at the time, but she knew that she could keep people away from her using them all to annoy others. It was the beginning of her collection, the very first thing that she did after being born. She remembered Evenkite calling to the sky to get her to stop. She knew about human woes. It only her life stayed as simple as her annoying others with her obsessions.
Despite Evenkite's best wishes, Sodalite would be unable to forget her, in the event that she couldn't be forgiven. In retrospect, it was just a day. That had only interacted with one another quite briefly, and Sodalite should have just been able to move on. However, in that collective couple hours that they talked, argued, and moved about, Evenkite became unforgettable. Sodalite's obsessive tendencies focused on Evenkite for just a small moment, and those thoughts festered into something larger. When Evenkite paused, Sodalite could see her expression as bright as day.
Her next words were something that surprised her. Obviously it was her speaking, but she didn't sound the same compared to only a few seconds before. Both of their names seemed to have been mentally plastered over two other names, both of which she didn't seem to recognize, and her gazing eyes focused while her ears blocked out every little sound that wasn't Evenkite's voice.
Her head shook at the mention of Howlite. She went over the situation. She did the math. If she hadn't been so stupid, if she hadn't been herself, she could have stayed and helped save her. They were all just about the same age, but Howlite carried the image of a child, and could be considered one. Each of the gems took appearances and thought processed similar to different points in a human's life. For instance, she could be considered a young adult, or maybe a growing adult that is reaching their thirtieth year alive on Earth. Her foolish actions allowed a child to be killed. Of course she didn't do it on purpose, and of course she knew the difference between being forgiven and being redeemed.
Evenkite spoke again, and once more, Sodalite was caught off guard. Even she seemed to take notice of the difference in her own voice. It was her voice. They were her words, and she was saying them, but something was off. She then looked at her hand, her right to be exact, and seemed to fear its very existence. She didn't seem entirely there. Her eyes and mouth were somewhere else entirely than the rest of her body, so to speak. Her eyes closed, and Sodalite continued to examine her. She seemed to be refocusing herself, and asked for a hug. They were her words. She was in control of her voice again.
Slowly, Sodalite nodded. Her face was calm and still once more. She had her questions about Evenkite, but she was sure that even she wouldn't be able to answer them. One knew as much as the other did, and Sodalite couldn't think of anyone else who could be able to help them. She'd have to read some more to see if she could find out what was happening with Evenkite. In any case, Sodalite got down onto a single knee and held her arms out wide, waiting for Evenkite to hug her.
Despite Evenkite's best wishes, Sodalite would be unable to forget her, in the event that she couldn't be forgiven. In retrospect, it was just a day. That had only interacted with one another quite briefly, and Sodalite should have just been able to move on. However, in that collective couple hours that they talked, argued, and moved about, Evenkite became unforgettable. Sodalite's obsessive tendencies focused on Evenkite for just a small moment, and those thoughts festered into something larger. When Evenkite paused, Sodalite could see her expression as bright as day.
Her next words were something that surprised her. Obviously it was her speaking, but she didn't sound the same compared to only a few seconds before. Both of their names seemed to have been mentally plastered over two other names, both of which she didn't seem to recognize, and her gazing eyes focused while her ears blocked out every little sound that wasn't Evenkite's voice.
Her head shook at the mention of Howlite. She went over the situation. She did the math. If she hadn't been so stupid, if she hadn't been herself, she could have stayed and helped save her. They were all just about the same age, but Howlite carried the image of a child, and could be considered one. Each of the gems took appearances and thought processed similar to different points in a human's life. For instance, she could be considered a young adult, or maybe a growing adult that is reaching their thirtieth year alive on Earth. Her foolish actions allowed a child to be killed. Of course she didn't do it on purpose, and of course she knew the difference between being forgiven and being redeemed.
Evenkite spoke again, and once more, Sodalite was caught off guard. Even she seemed to take notice of the difference in her own voice. It was her voice. They were her words, and she was saying them, but something was off. She then looked at her hand, her right to be exact, and seemed to fear its very existence. She didn't seem entirely there. Her eyes and mouth were somewhere else entirely than the rest of her body, so to speak. Her eyes closed, and Sodalite continued to examine her. She seemed to be refocusing herself, and asked for a hug. They were her words. She was in control of her voice again.
Slowly, Sodalite nodded. Her face was calm and still once more. She had her questions about Evenkite, but she was sure that even she wouldn't be able to answer them. One knew as much as the other did, and Sodalite couldn't think of anyone else who could be able to help them. She'd have to read some more to see if she could find out what was happening with Evenkite. In any case, Sodalite got down onto a single knee and held her arms out wide, waiting for Evenkite to hug her.
@Loony
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*helps up Camerch* here.
*swoops in munching garlic bread* here
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A very loose idea of a mockumentary/Sitcom in which the plot and setting of each episode are different, but the characters are litterally the exact same, with no explanation as to how they became cavement or future cops.
Crack idea to mess around and have fun with, so I hope I get a few people at least!
Crack idea to mess around and have fun with, so I hope I get a few people at least!
Dreda hadn't expected for more friends to come by while she was meditating. Here eyes did not open, but she would feel each and every individual presence around her in regards to her corvids. She could also faintly feel another familiar signature. It was hardly to be called a corvid, since he wasn't one, but he could become one. In a sense, she had tagged his presence when they met last time. She did not like being alerted of a strange person without the help of either her friends or the winds, so she had to make sure that she could keep a tab on him.
There was a rather large flock of birds of the same family all around the tower. Dreda could hear their voices talking to one another, but only she would hear them. To anyone else, the rooftop was silent. She and she alone could hear their thoughts. Their voices. The mind was not blocked by barriers of language.
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Raven could easily see Cyborg's sour mood in regards to the Tower lobby being torn up. The most she could do was reach up and pat his large shoulder and give him some encouraging words.
"Now we have four sets of hands to help rebuild it." She spoke to him. Her hand retracted back into the confines of her cloak with little else to say.
Cyborg turned to look at Raven and got down on his knees. "My tower, my tower! My beautiful tower! Who knows what sort of aftershow could have happened with this stunt? Now I need to check the whole place and make sure that nothing else has suffered!"
Nighting scoffed. His friendship with Cyborg had gotten better over the years, but all he was able to hear was yammering over a simple problem.
Cyborg then stopped and stood up. He clearly heard Nightwing, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. In a sudden change of expression, a sickly sweet smile appeared on Victor's face. "What's that garden gnome? Feel bad because you still can't reach the top shelf?"
Nightwing grunted. "At least I don't leave motor oil all over the place after my visits."
"I'm not four and a half feet tall and smell like cheap hair gel!"
The two butted heads. Starfire knew that this was a fight that she did not want to get involved in, and was told by Raven to just let the two duke it out and get their resolve. Otherwise, the anger would fester over time and create another divide between them.
Beast Boy sighed and nudged Raven. "How about we go and see Dreda? Let those two fight it out."
Raven nodded. It was for the best to let the two just have their moment, and a nod from Starfire meant a positive and unanimous vote from all three of them.
There was a rather large flock of birds of the same family all around the tower. Dreda could hear their voices talking to one another, but only she would hear them. To anyone else, the rooftop was silent. She and she alone could hear their thoughts. Their voices. The mind was not blocked by barriers of language.
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Raven could easily see Cyborg's sour mood in regards to the Tower lobby being torn up. The most she could do was reach up and pat his large shoulder and give him some encouraging words.
"Now we have four sets of hands to help rebuild it." She spoke to him. Her hand retracted back into the confines of her cloak with little else to say.
Cyborg turned to look at Raven and got down on his knees. "My tower, my tower! My beautiful tower! Who knows what sort of aftershow could have happened with this stunt? Now I need to check the whole place and make sure that nothing else has suffered!"
Nighting scoffed. His friendship with Cyborg had gotten better over the years, but all he was able to hear was yammering over a simple problem.
Cyborg then stopped and stood up. He clearly heard Nightwing, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. In a sudden change of expression, a sickly sweet smile appeared on Victor's face. "What's that garden gnome? Feel bad because you still can't reach the top shelf?"
Nightwing grunted. "At least I don't leave motor oil all over the place after my visits."
"I'm not four and a half feet tall and smell like cheap hair gel!"
The two butted heads. Starfire knew that this was a fight that she did not want to get involved in, and was told by Raven to just let the two duke it out and get their resolve. Otherwise, the anger would fester over time and create another divide between them.
Beast Boy sighed and nudged Raven. "How about we go and see Dreda? Let those two fight it out."
Raven nodded. It was for the best to let the two just have their moment, and a nod from Starfire meant a positive and unanimous vote from all three of them.
Don't worry about it too much. It seems to be quite the problem, but I just wanted to make sure you were still on board for this. Take all the time you need, and I hope the haze clears soon!
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