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5 yrs ago
Current Oh yeah. It's soup time again.
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6 yrs ago
Soup Time. A Year Later.
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7 yrs ago
Soup time.
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7 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
Sometimes... it is

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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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@rocketrobie2Oh.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Yeah, it's rather convenient that things fell the way that they did too.
@rocketrobie2so sorry, i didn't see your post until after I posted mine. If you see anything wrong with it, I can go ahead and change it.
The explanation as to what Nightscream was doing was not fully understood by Prism. Her eyes shifted from the protoform and Sklog, watching as everything was hooked up and pieced together. When Nightscream recommended leaving the room, Prism complied and left the way she came in, walking out and allowing Nightscream to work in piece. In the meantime, she would lean against the wall that the door was on with a solemn look on her face, still reliving the recent events. Her eyes angled downward, looking at the floor and refusing to look at Turbulence if he had decided to join her outside.

"We're in this because of me." She muttered to himself. "The big guy could be dead or worse, because I couldn't take orders."
Prism was silent for quite a while, having replayed one of the only fully fleshed out memories she had. It was her fault that Sklog was in this mess, and it was her fault that Sklog might not even be sklog anymore. Moving him into a new body was deemed inhumane by her, especially one that functioned like Blackarachnia, but there was no other choice beside death. Had there been even a small chance for anything else, Prism would have opted for that instantly.

She was aware of the protoform chassis ready for Sklog, she was aware of who had created it and it's original purpose, but they were all just floating words as she dwelled on the fact that it was all her fault. Wordlessly, she walked to the other side of the chassis, readying herself to pick it up and place it on the berth. She didn't even notice that Sklog had made an attempt to protest, though it should have been one of the first things that alerted her in the physical world considering her current state of worry and guilt.
@HaltingBlooperI wouldn't worry all too much about it man, life before the guild and all that.
@HaltingBlooperThe Saban Insurance thing is a joke I just thought up. Saban owns the power rangers, who pretty much make cities their playthings at least once a week and are magically fixed the following week
Huffing and puffing, a not-quite-middle-aged man ran with all of his energy to the temple of the crystal gems, hoping that Aquamarine, the leader of the town's defenders, would be there.

He sighed in relief upon seeing her, but tensed up upon seeing one of those villain gems right next to her. Was Aquamarine a villain all along? Had she just been making her own chaos and then resolving it to make it seem like that were heroes? Either way, he needed to talk to her about the current situation.

"Aquamarine!" He shouted as he neared her. "Please tell me that you have that monster thing under control! Fortunately, Saban endurance covers monsters destroying your city on a weekly basis, but that one seemed even worse than before."
*GASP*

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