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Current Ay, mariposas, don’t you hold on too tight; both of you know It’s your time to go~
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Ay, mariposas, don’t you hold on too tight; both of you know It’s your time to go~
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I hate dice. I refuse to elaborate as to why.
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SHINZOOUUUU SASAGEYO!!!!!!!!

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In OBLIVION 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
By the way, does the old class have a group chat in Messenger or anywhere else?
I'm guessing something like that was how this reunion was organized to begin with. Also Trystan definitely spams it with memes.
In OBLIVION 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






In OBLIVION 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here's a relationship chart. If I've misread your character, or forget them, give me a shout and we can fix it together.



I was forgotten XD

I think most characters here would at least recognize Trystan at a glance, as while he wasn't that much of an attention seeker, he is still known as a guy that gossiped about scandals lmao
In OBLIVION 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I have done it.




In OBLIVION 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hmm. Interesting. Think I'll apply for this~

Update: App is coming along nicely
Constellation


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Thelonious didn't seem to pay the third latecomer much heed, though it wasn'tout of a wilful ignoring or disinterest. He was simply too stuck in listening to what the director was saying about the incoming strike upon the museum, where there were foes to be taken down with the aid of some professionals. For Thelonious, it sounded like an apprenticeship with a few less steps, as it looked like they were teaming up for this one occasion only, and then maybe others along the line if it seemed that he and the other new capes needed some more guidance in their abilities. By the looks of it, though, tthey were all capable in their own right. This girl, a Tinker, was in a mecha made of garbage; he could only shudder to think what she could create with the proper materials.

Either way, being late, he wasn't suited up, just like the guy that had arrived slightly earlier than him. The Vice Director called them away at the end of the briefing, leading the two towards the aptly named Changing Room. Here they were to, as she said, going to change.

But first, conversations.

"Hello," Thelonious waved at Lito, whose name was still unknown to him. The height difference between them was almost hilarious to look at; if the six footer was much older, one might have thought that they were son and father. Alas, it was all just a case of genetics. "I'm, err, Thelonious Kastrati or Constellation, depending on what you prefer. You are...?"

As if to provoke a response, Thelonious began making his namesake. On his right hand, streams of yellow and orange particulate matter began to collect towards a central point, somehow pulled together by a miniature gravitational influence. At first, it looked like a chaotic cloud of gas, every part of it trying to find where each particle was supposed to be. It then began to pull itself together in a stable, spherical form, with a barely audible roar of wind from seemingly nowhere heralding its creation.

Then the main sequence star burst into a total existence, a glimmering sphere of plasma the size of a golf ball. The whole process took about two seconds, and just as quickly, Thelonious dissipated the ball of rich starlight, crushing it in his palm as if it were merely an orb made of straw. One moment it was, and in the next, it was no more.

"So, uh, what can you do?"
This looks interesting. Subscribed.
Tag of interest

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other


The Phoenix Lodge, Mount Saint Helens, Washington State (Five Minutes Remaining)


The Phoenix Lodge was a peculiar location, though the outside appearance of a somewhat ordinary, if not rich mansion might tell otherwise. It serves as the meeting place of all the phoenixes scattered throughout the world, and was thus made to be as hidden and inconspicuous as possible in order to avoid detection from even the magical hunters of the Cabal. To this end, it is rigged to teleport to a random location in the wilderness every single hour, though its keeper, the aptly named Dominus Astra and the first of the Phoenixes, is able to warp the whole mansion to another place should the situation necessitate it.

Alfred knew of this place only from memories derived from Frostbite’s previous hosts. Until this day, he had never set his eye on it, let alone set foot within its hallowed halls. Now, though, he was here, thanks to the portal of his primogenitor.

The Machine God quickly morphed into his human form; a young man with swarthy skin and a rather… luxurious sense of fashion. It seemed like that whatever time he didn’t spend on technological shenanigans would be dedicated to getting the best tailor around. As for Dominus Astra, the great celestial phoenix did not morph, for he did not choose a human host, and probably never will. Instead, he simply flew off to another section of the gigantic mansion without a word.

“Well, brother,” the human host of the Machine God turned around, willing the lights around them to come to life, “I haven’t been introduced to you yet. I’m Kareem. The rest you probably already know, since I’m the only one that was recently hosted, along with you, Alfred was it?.”

“Uh huh,” Alfred nodded, still unsure on what his reaction should be despite his derivative memories telling him that this was the annoying brat of the family. “Well, who else is here? I don’t imagine everyone is here now, right?”

Kareem nodded, the phoenix within him urging him to press on with those burning questions. “Well, Blaze is here, along with Naturespawn, Joygiver, and uh… the Artisan.”

“And look at who is here.”

The fluttering of wings coincided with the harmonious clanging of bells and chimes, as the Joygiver landed upon the nearby perch, staring down upon the two humans. “The Machine God, and the Frostbite. It has been quite a while my brothers, yes?”

Now, the Joygiver was different from the rest of them. While most of the Phoenixes ranged from apathetic at best and chaotic at worst, the Joygiver is a heroic character. She is part of one of those superhero teams, and because of that, the Cabal cannot touch her without inciting the wrath of her compatriots. Now, many of her siblings have done the same and gain the benefits of having allies, but the others are far too arrogant. Others have done bad things and thus could never be inducted into a team like hers…

“Yes, sister,” Alfred nodded, recalling this phoenix of festivity and explosive firecrackers from the memories of previous hosts as well. “It has been a while.”

“Oh, I fret at your prospect, brother Frost,” the Joygiver continued, slightly giggling as she spoke. “You destroyed the sorcerers that held you in chains, and the people now see you as a villain for it. And they’re now looking for you…”

“I know,” Alfred answered, and fell silent for a few moments. “Either way, do you know what happened with the family I left behind in Juneau?”

“Relocated to the city where I hold jurisdiction," the Joygiver replied, sprinkling magical glitter that coalesced into a scenery of the other Gunthers doing business as usual in what looked like to be an island. "The Cabal cannot move in Puerto Rico. I will make sure of it, so you need not worry. But I wonder what you'll do now. Those sorcerers might not be able to chase your family, but if you go to them, my compatriots and other heroes will surely know to hunt you as well."

"Perhaps you can finish what you started."

Summer Blaze, ever the pyromaniac, came down upon the immaculate wooden flooring, which was unharmed by her flaming form. "It is what you want, after all. They threatened your family and your friends. Not that the rest of us should be involved, but yeah."

Alfred shrugged. That is indeed what he and the Frostbite wanted. In some places, those duplicitous sorcerers, who stole vast portions of Dominus Astra's energy to create the other phoenixes, have sunken their claws deep into civil governance. He was already seen as a villain, and no amount of public explanations will change that. He will just have to live it out.
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Constellation


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:13 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters


Oh, hell no.

Thelonious scrambled out of the taxi, still unable to believe that he got late for the first day of actually going out as one of those kids in the Ward Program. This was one of the better things that had happened in his life so far, and somehow, he couldn't get wake up early enough just to get here on time. The exact situation that surrounded the whole affair of oversleeping was a bit inane, and yet at the same time a bit believable, given that Thelonious was just a 17 year old kid, albeit one that could make orbs of starlight at a whim. Truth is, the newly installed air-conditioner did its job too well, and he slept as sound as a baby, as the cold air kept him pretty drowsy and very comfortable in his sleep. When he woke up, he felt like one of those animals that just emerged from a frigid winter into the resplendent glory of spring; groggy, absolutely slow, and positively still wanting for more. To make matters worse, his own parents had pretty much forgotten to remind him the day before, so it was in the middle of having breakfast that he realized that he had to go to the PRT headquarters at this particular time, instead of the usual times.

"Hopefully they don't get too mad at me for being a little late in here." Thelonious muttered to himself as he walked up the sidewalk and into the entrance of the headquarters. The building was a pretty imposing structure, easily distinguished from the other structures around it. Of course it was, since it housed the people with the most important jobs in this whole town. Protecting the people from rogue parahumans and villains was quite the burden to bear, and something that should demand proper payment and recognition. At least they are supposed to.

Stepping inside the building proper, Thelonious finally got to the reception desk, which had this nice lady on, just like almost every reception he could remember. "I'm a concerned citizen. I'm here to hand over a sapient angry tinkertech sugar ant that I found twerking."

"You're late," the lady said, smirking slightly. "Alright, go on in."




Sure enough, Thelonious walked through the hallways.. and heard the voice of the director filtering in from his office. Apparently they were having the briefing of the situation now?! Oh this is bad, very bad!

Thelonious, or as the more formalistic know him, Constellation, half walked, and half stumbled into the doorway. "I am... so sorry," Thelonious said, his voice quivering. "Am I not too late?..."
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