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11 mos ago
Current Man, I remember those last few statuses sounding funnier when I was writing them... Is this what aging does to people?
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6 yrs ago
I eat negativity and shit out hopes and dreams. Like a tree, but for pessimism.
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7 yrs ago
Good news, I'm not failing out of my cooking course tomorrow! Bad news, it's only because I nearly sliced a chunk off my finger practicing for it and needed stitches.
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8 yrs ago
Desu before dishonour.
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8 yrs ago
It's days like today that I truly believe this ADHD is both a blessing AND a curse.
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Boom, here's my metal man! I'll be honest, I feel like he might be a bit overpowered, but I'm learning that it's actually kind of hard to make a battlebot that isn't when you compare it to humans. Hopefully it's not too bad though, and let me know if you want me to change anything.

@Raptra
Oh, well yeah. He's real superpower is customization though, with all the adaptability of a swiss army knife and none of the responsibility required to use one. It'll be fun.

I'll have him up as soon as I redo everything, because my computer is a hunk of crap and crapped itself to death, deleting the character sheet halfway through the backstory.
@Raptra
Kinda, but a lot more laid back and easygoing, so more like in the teen titans cartoon, or maybe Peter Quill in terms of personality.
Thinking of trying to join this. What would the opinion be on a guy who after a terrible accident is essentially all robot, like, maybe parts of his original brain and that's it. The rest is cool metal man.
I am also interested in this and want in and YOU CAN'T STOP ME.

Edit: Please don't try to stop me.
Well, Joseph is pretty straight, but sadly, he's currently off limits due to those stupid 'bestiality laws'...
Joseph Clark sat just across the street from the community center, wondering why he hadn't worked out this part of the plan before getting there. It was pretty cold out here, even with the fur covering his body, so he kind of wanted to get inside quickly, but he had another goal which meant he couldn't just strut over and open it with his aura. What was this goal, you ask? Well, it was one of those goals worthy of respect and admiration, an ambition that no one could fault, for deep down, everyone knows that they too long to achieve such a thing...

He wanted to screw with them.

The plan was simple. Go in, act just like your average, non-sapient stray cat, and sit on one of the seats that someone else would want, like one near the snack table. Then he'd wait for someone to try and take it, and when they try to shoo him away or put him on the floor or whatever, he'd tell them to piss off, and maybe go on a little rant about how he had just as much of a right to be there as any of the others. Hell, maybe he'd call them speciest or something, just to round it out.

Oh, god damn it! Another person had just walked in while he was lost in thoughts again! This was why he was still out here in the cold, because he couldn't use his aura or he'd ruin the surprise, but cats are too frackin' weak to open doors! All he could do was wait for someone else to do it and sprint through before it could swing closed.

As he narrated the situation in his head, because that's just something you end up doing when you don't feel safe enough to talk to another human being for a little over two years, another person approached the building, some redhead who looked like he was currently hating everything about life. This time though, Josephwas ready, and by the time the guy was pushing open the door, he had already dashed across the road and into the warmth. Now that he was inside, he suppressed the urge to shout with joy, because damn it, he was not going to ruin the plan now that he'd finally made it past step one!

Instead, he distracted himself by looking around the room. It was nice. Nothing special, but nice... Essentially, it was exactly how he remembered it from way back in the day. Hell, even the snack table was still there, and sadly, as he'd suspected, there was a distinct lack of the whiskey he'd requested.

And there was Eri.

Honestly, he almost broke character and said something right then and there, just because... Well, it was the first time he'd seen anyone he would've called a friend since his death. The fact that no one else from those days seemed to be at the meeting only served to make it even harder not to.

However, after a mere moment, he forced the instinct down, because he'd spent a little over a month planning this reveal, so damn it, it was gonna be a good one!

Still, the sheer relief and happiness was a little too much to fully suppress, so he made do by approaching her and softly nudging her shin with his head in that way that only cats can, before heading over to the chair he'd targeted, which just so happened to be the closest to the snack table, and jumped up on to it. After a moment of maneuvering himself into a good position, he curled up and lay down, keeping an eye on the rest of the rooms inhabitants as he rested.

Yes, he was approaching the most crucial part of his master plan, but it couldn't hurt to take advantage of the warmth and get a little comfortable, right?
@over easy
Nah, he can talk fine. Soul magic and stuff. Might bring the stoner back though. Be the Jon to his Garfield.
@WittyReference

Well, if you think you can handle him, sure! Unless they already knew each other two years ago, which I've left open in the backstory. Which, by the way, is right here! Don't know why the hider won't work, I bad formatting.

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AA New Member Form

Please fill out this form and bring to your first meeting.


Personal Information

Name (please include any nicknames): Joseph Moore. I dunno if the cat had a name at some point, but since I'm such an awesome guy, I'm letting it share mine with me.

Age: I'm twenty-four. I think the cat's around two or three.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: I mean, I wanted to be a chef, but right now I'm a stray cat, so... homeless.

Neighborhood or Borough in Which You Reside: Well, all of them now. Used to be New Jersey, but now I kinda just... wander around, I guess.

Questionnaire
Note: These questions are for research purposes only. Please respond honestly, completely and without omissions.

Describe the nature of your Atypical abilities.
Well, it's kinda weird to go into it, so I'll try to dumb it down. Basically, I can manipulate my soul to make an aura around me. I can hit people with it, block other people with it, and even sometimes shoot it at people if I'm in the right state of mind. I can also throw the whole thing out of my body and into any other ones in the area as long as they aren't too far away, which is why look like this, in case you were thinking of asking.

Briefly describe the series of events that led to who, what and where you are today.
Well, I was just your average guy, perfect in every way, the only thing passing my astounding good looks and talent in all fields being my boundless humility and all that crap. I was also pretty good at using my powers in daily life at this point, even being able to hold and manipulate objects with it if I concentrated. I didn't really have too many normal friends at that point, but I'd at least met most of the Atypical community in New York, and had made friends with a few of them, no matter how reluctant they might've been about it.

The point is that life was good, in case I wasn't making it clear.

So anyway, I was busy practicing cooking in my apartment, because I had a practical exam for my culinary course in the morning, when someone knocked on my door. I opened the door, saw a guy in a very nice suit, and let out an exceedingly manly shout of pain as he shot me in the gut. Don't know why specifically, but considering the rumors I'd been hearing, I've got an idea... Thankfully, there was some dumb stray cat sitting on the balcony just behind the guy, and as he stared meddling with my stove to hide the evidence, I sent my soul into it's body. After that, I ran to an alley across the street and watched my apartment burn to the ground.

Anyway, that was about two... maybe two and a half years ago, and I've been lying low ever since. HOWEVER, I've decided that I'm done hiding in the shadows and eating rats. It's time for me to remind all my friends that I'm still kicking, and yeah, probably try to warn them about the suits too. Really though, mostly for the food.

How would you describe your appearance to someone who is blind?
Do you know what a cat looks like? Cool, you're half way there. Now, do you know what the colour black looks like. Here's a hint, it's the colour you see [u]all the time.[ui] I also have green eyes, but if you're born blind, you have no idea what that is, and if you weren't, well, then I probably don't need to tell you about it.

How would you describe your personality? Likes and Dislikes?
Well, I won't lie, I'm kind of a sarcastic dick. At least, that's what my principal said at my high school graduation. Still, it's accurate, so I'll steal it. Anyway, I'm not really the worst person in the world. I like to be helpful, and sometimes even friendly if you manage to worm your way into my tiny, malicious cat heart. It's just that making fun of people is fun as shit! And considering how a lot of other Atypicals with offensive powers decide to have fun, I'd say that makes me pretty damn good!

What is your current state of mind?
Well, still kinda pissed about the cat thing, but I'm pretty sure that's never going away. Right at this very moment, I'm having a pretty decent time messing with this one stoner though. You see, I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I'm kind of a cat right now. That means no opposable thumbs and fingers, which means no writing. Luckily though, I ran into this one guy who's so high off his ass I managed to convince him I'm his spirit animal, and now he's writing this for me. I am noticing how bad his handwriting is though, so sorry about that...

If your current place of residence was destroyed under mysterious circumstances, which of your belongings would you attempt to recover from the rubble?
Well, it kinda already happened, and I didn't end up getting the chance to grab anything, so I'm gonna go with nothing.

What is making you happy right now?
Again, messing with this stoner's pretty fun.

How did you hear about AA, and what made you want to attend?
Just heard about it on the street one day. Figured it would be a good place to get back in contact with my old friends, maybe find someone who can make artificial human bodies.

What is your greatest fear?
Interesting question. One I'm gonna answer with a solid pass.

If you could give up your atypical abilities, would you?
Well, if I gave them up, I may very well cease to exist and die like every other idiot when they get shot, so I'm gonna go ahead and say no. Even if I don't fade away without them, I'd still be kinda helpless and frail like a normal house cat, so yeah, no.

Please suggest any refreshments you'd like to see at the next AA meeting. [/hider]
Well, probably an odd request for an AA meeting, but whiskey. I haven't had access to alcohol for the last two frickity frackin' years, and near death experiences kinda gives you a bit of a craving for the stuff.

Barring that, full cream milk. Maybe both, actually. Yeah, let's go with both. Give me options.

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