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8 mos ago
Current im 24 now
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9 mos ago
Back home. I need a breather, lol.
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9 mos ago
one more five horu drive to home...then ill stop spamming the status bar. promise. go back to only updating it once every few months
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9 mos ago
back in my home state. actually a real nice hotel compared to the last one that had cockroaches in the bathroom. so thats cool and good. ready to get home tomorrow. blehhhhjgkjgkjhatk
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9 mos ago
on the road
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Bio

Call me: Zoey, Boey, or Zoey Boey
Pronouns: She/her
Homestate: Texas
Time Zone: Central Time
School/Work: In person college
Age: 22
Birthdate: the bizarre summer of 1999 (literally)
Available: Usually. but especially on friday-sunday. most of the time.
Available available?: No
Means of Production: Seized
Liberals: Owned
Sunglasses: On
Products: Consumed
Justice: Shining
Sex: Repulsive
Ace?: Pilot
Part 6:... Over
Bread: Garlic
Water: Wet
Homework: Late
Giant rat: Making all of the rules
Spider: Manned
Grill: propane
Role: played
Taco trucks: On every corner
Ryu: Stanned
Street: Fighting
Fan Club: Lancer
Peanutbutter and?: Todd
Large Fries: Yes
Fried Chicken: No
Death: looped
Video games: unplayed
Ears: Ringing constantly
Sense of humor: decayed beyond recognition
Layers of Irony?: four
Favorite Roleplay: Dead
Stone: Free
Yognau(gh)t?: Yognaut
Wilds: Outer
State: Uncertain Until Observed
Dead: Walking
Hair: Short
Over It?: Not Yet Yes
Favorite Ending: Broom Closet
Coda: Begged for life purpose
Sand: BLAST
Ha: DOKEN
Upper: Rising
Foo: Fought
World: wonderful
Attack: Dodged
Flash: Final
Piccolo: Three Guys Now

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ill try to get a post up soon!
Annabelle Lafeyette

Willow's house


Annie shook her head, putting a palm up to her face. Willow wasn't a liar. But this was...impossible! This Merlin guy, he had to be some kind of mad drug dealer who could give people hallucinations. Or something. Because...because...! Annie kept quiet as Willow's mom entered the room, turning her face away so Willow's mother wouldn't get suspicious and waited until she left.

"M-magic isn't real," Annie said with a nervous, incredulous smile. It seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than she was Willow. "Magic isn't real, Willow. Merlin isn't real, he's a fairytale. He must have...didn't he hurt you? I ran into someone who said they were Merlin, t-too. Bald guy. I- he- made me see things. He must...have some kind of hallucinogen." Annie claimed, nodding quickly.

"I called the cops on him. This guy is dangerous, he has to be. Don't- don't let him trick you." Annebelle trailed off. This was nuts. Magic wasn't real. He must have tricked Willow somehow, and Annie was concerned for the safety, physical and mental, of her best friend.



Camp, outside the building


Dareen returned the nod to Bellinar, compressing her lips to acknowledge his presence wasn't unwanted, but that she wasn't exactly in the mood for grinning. As she walked around the camp, she thought about what she could do to make herself useful. Apparently, Fatima had decided to take the street kid and his dog under the group's win. Probably a bad idea. But Dareen didn't want to get involved in that. She could cook? But apparently Xandar was in the mood for cooking, and Dareen would prefer to stay far away from his as possible. Unlike Mikhail who seemed to provoke the Reaper without hesitation, Dareen was intimidated by the Warlord Prince. Or at least she was smart enough to not throw threats and insults his way.

Dareen looked at the boy and squinted. Pale hair. Could it be that child she had chased in the alley? Interesting. Well, hopefully he didn't recognize her. The fewer people knew she wore that ridiculous outfit, the better. Honestly, she had no idea how the other girls did it. Dareen sort of turned her head away, but not obviously. My goodness. Was she really worried about what a little boy thought about her?

Yes. Absolutely. Kids could be ruthless, and her self-esteem was damaged enough as it is! Plus, children were just- annoying? Dareen smirked to herself. Still, no point in avoiding them. The kid, or Xandar. Dareen ended up wandering around the camp, staring out onto the horizon. Lookout, she supposed.

Eventually she ended up over at the campfire and saw the little Sceltie dog proudly placed a bunch of...stuff down. Proudly proclaiming he would go after Faeril. Dareen didn't need the Black Widow in a sour mood. So she reached out to slow the dog down with some of her Craft. A gentle pressure on it's back. Just enough so she could start after it and catch up.

"Heyheyheyheeey there, big guy." She said quickly, a laugh entering her voice. She placed a hand on the dogs back and began to rub him a little bit. "Why don't we..." She glanced around and picked up a nearby stick telekinetically. It hovered a few feet off the ground. "Play fetch?" She offered with a shrug and grimace. With that, she tossed the stick in the direction away from the house with a flick of her wrist, hoping to see the Sceltie scamper off after it.
yes

the old man is a grown adult and can make his own decisions
i cant spell mississippi without googling it. cut me some slack
Galia Guardstrike


Galia nodded at Heddywn, then Bowman. She hadn't planned to be the leader, but she would accept. It didn't matter to her, someone could step up if they liked as long as they weren't ridiculous. She had experience leading a band of troops, though this sort was hardly what she was used to working with. It would have to be somewhere between controlling rowdy mercs and corralling soft-hearted doctors. But she was interrupted by what seemed to be yet another potential member of the group. A shadowy figure looking hesitant, and armed with a bow. Dangerous. Galia didn't bring her shield because it would only slow her down, and she figured the Beast didn't have arrows to shoot, and anything it could shoot would have be dodged rather than blocked. But a well placed arrow in the chest had the potential to penetrate armor. Galia stood and began to take a step in the direction of the new arrival.

The sun was beginning to set, and a bone chilling noise swept from beyond the treeline. Galia bristled and stared back at the North Road.

"It's suicide to go in alone; even I'm smart enough to know that." Galia called out from behind the masked man, letting her voice do the work rather than trying to approah. Galia had a hand on the longsword at her hip, her tone was cautious, stern, but not aggressive and the word choice was relatable. That was what she was going for, anyway. It was a bad habit to calculate her word choice as if striking at gaps in armor, but it was one she could never fully shake. It only stopped when she was around Elly.

"We're hunting the Beast. No reason to be frightened." She glanced back towards the woods. "Well, maybe a couple reasons. But not of us."

Galia Guardstrike


Galia had nodded at everyone one at a time. They looked experienced. A bowman, a cleric, a spearman, and a masked man. They all looked capable enough. However, the fact of the matter is that no one here has had any real combat experience for the last ten years, and appearances could be decieving. They could all be wormfood within the next few days for all she knew. But Galia wasn't going to die, she was going to win. There was no other option other than coming out of that forest alive. Perhaps the others here had nothing to lose or everything to gain, but Galia had everything on the line. If she failed...she couldn't fail.

"My name's Galia Guardstrike," she said, voice low and hard, glaring at the North Road. "My goal is to kill the Beast, and collect the reward. I'm not leaving the North Road until I do." Galia held the handle of the sheathed sword at her hip. Her fingers impatiently tapping the wood in a wave pattern, the steel pommel glowing dimly in the light of evening sun. Galia didn't mind repeating herself for whoever else came. Her name would ring of it's given nature, not one chosen by parents or by oneself, but one earned through combat. A title of mercenary making.

There wasn't much else to say, not yet, anyway. She did recognize some of them. Mort, the hunter. Zahir, the guard, with that funny little mask of his. She had seen him, as Eleanor had dragged the Practicioners around Feros Province, and that little town he protected spoke fondly of him. The others she didn't recognize, but Feros Province was a bigger place than one might imagine. She had come to see it has home. Infact, Galia hoped to spend the rest of her life here, once this was all over. Feros Province wasn't the problem. The North Road was.

Yeah. Hmm, I've been in scenarios before where all these characters just introduce themselves one after the other but no one else says anything. It kind of implies that no one says anything in the meantime, you know? Then if you go back and reply to someone else's introduction things get wobbly. This was probably my fault for starting my character alone, I should have taken the initiative to plan a big group meeting. What do you guys think? We can just push forward anyway.
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