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Current Whenever I think I have free time I always get slammed with college work and stress... But I'm still standing, so that's good.
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Nothing much to know really. Just an average college student doing his best to balance out his love of writing and, well, everything else.
Stop by, say hi, or be that one guy who stands behind some shrubs in the distance with binoculars, I don't mind... Even if the latter is a bit odd.

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I’m in the process of creating my character now ^_^
@Erklings25
Don't sweat it, life happens all the time. If you aren't feeling better, don't try to rush this. Those that are still here have waited this long, I don't think we'd mind waiting a little bit longer for you to recover fully.
@IceHeart
Thanks for the heads up! I'm currently making a Hera, which is the race that Bojack was, though I won't associate them with Bojack nor his space pirate crew. I have all the basic details of what I have in mind done, such as creating a more ki-oriented fighter or maybe ki-blast support fighter, their general personality and backstory. I just need to actually write it all down, expand upon it and find a universe that suits them lol.
Your other RP Capn had a ton of interest, hope it’s still doing well, though I’m sure it is. But anyway, yeah this doesn’t feel like a lot of posting at all lol. Quite tame at the moment.
This looks really interesting, and dragonball is always a plus, not to mention all the information you have so far. I'll throw in some interest.
Still hanging in there!
I'll throw in some interest!


Carrying a large bowl of batter with both arms, Grayson shuffled a little over towards the refrigerator, struggling to grasp for the handle with his left hand before barely managing to get a grip on it. Flinging it open, he placed the bowl on the top section before closing the fridge, a heavy sigh of relief emitting from him. With that, all of the prep work for opening up shop would be done! The floors glistened, not because they were wet, but because they were clean, the tables lacked dust, the only noticeable problems with them would be the slight wear over the years, but nothing too unsightly. It wasn't like he had the money to suddenly renovate, even with... well...

Grayson shook his head, he didn't need that doubt right now. There were more pressing issues that he could come up with, like asking Waconia how to deal with a hangover. She owned a bar after all, maybe she knew of some miracle brew that would help with one. Not to say he was hungover now, but after that party... it wasn't fun. He chuckled for a bit though, even if the event was a disaster, at least he wasn't the only one who suffered? Not on purpose, of course, the people affected by his cream puffs were like family to him, but the more he dwelled on it, it was kinda funny that his plan backfired so horrendously.

Shrugging at his own train of thought, he did a little shuffle over to the door, flipping the sign to indicate he was now open before walking back to the kitchen area. While he waited, he supposed he'd cook himself a meal. And, if nobody would come in, he'd close the store for a bit to go out and find someone to talk to. Nodding at his own plan with a smirk, he began to think of all the things he could cook. He settled upon fluffy french toast drenched in melted butter and powdered sugar... The very thought made his stomach growl. He could accompany it with some fresh coffee, maybe just a french vanilla latte... The possibilities were, well not endless, but as vast as his inventory would allow. As he turned on the stove and reached for the premade batter for french toast, a tingle of excitement sprang upon him as he awaited the aroma of fresh cook food.

Grayson had grown anxious while he had waited for some sort of relief about the unknown girl's condition that night, having paced back and forth in front of his cart until he noticed the doctor finally arrive at the scene. While slightly relieved at the time, ultimately he knew that tonight was a disaster. Not only had his plan backfired and several innocent townsfolk would probably suffer some rather horrid hours in the bathroom, but now the mayor was nowhere in sight and more than likely helping the young lady. And, as much as he wanted to continue his prank on the Mayor, he felt it was time to admit defeat for the girl's sake. He didn't want her caretaker taking care of himself more than the girl who definitely needed constant attention at the moment. He never liked to admit defeat, but that night he ultimately had to, grabbing several more of Waconia's drinks, along with other alcoholic beverages, and beginning the rigorous process of drinking himself into a stupor.

Grayson's eyes suddenly jolted open as he recalled that night, the light from the room rushing into his eyes just as fast as the small headache that suddenly made itself known in his head. He raised one hand to his head, wincing at the pain and attempting to cover his eyes to block the light. The last thing he remembered was the incident with the girl, but the rest of the night? That was all a blur in his mind, just like how the rest of the past couple days had been a blur. They came and left, though that wasn’t that big of an issue the more he thought about it. In fact, it let Grayson get back to the swing of things. He’d just need to prepare for several shipments to be delivered for tomorrow, but otherwise it should just be a regular day too.

Flopping out of bed in style, which is to say he essentially rolled off the bed and fell flat on his face, he started the daily grind of getting ready for the day. Maybe, if that one girl was feeling better, he could offer to cook her favorite meal... he’d just have to ask, along with find out where she was now.
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