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Post by Amber on Jun 25, 2019 23:38:58 GMT -5
(That's good and sounds exciting! What are you studying for if you don't mind me asking?)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 26, 2019 18:01:10 GMT -5
sorry for delay! its french, intensive language program ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 26, 2019 23:57:42 GMT -5
ok! vincent needs a little bit of a restriction, like on how much he can make and elizabeth needs a bane for her dark magic, like when she uses the force ]] (Thanks. I figured as much, but wanted your input. Also I really hope you enjoy your immersive language time. One of my grandmother's family is from France; my aunt speaks French. As is, I've been a mess. Not sure why, but ugh. Then my Internet keeps going out and I'd have to type on my phone again which is somewhat difficult. Anyway, I spent too much time trying to figure out how much venom an adult male human could make using venomous animals as reference lol. Hopefully I can edit the profiles and respond with Isaac to Kai soon. Maybe tomorrow (almost later today) after PT. The brain zaps, kind of like migraines, have been getting me. Even seeing weird stuff b/c of them and it makes it hard to focus my vision to write. I'm just glad I have a few more days before Camp NaNo so hopefully I'll feel better and can reply faster. I know you'll also be on vacation soon so want to try to catch up everything for you before then, plus start RP with characters played by others. Oh, I had a few questions for Lisa. Not exactly pertinent to the bane. I'm thinking it's a proximity thing, which is why she needs to be a healer at the hospital--she has to be physically close, closer the better. Maybe more devil whispers type stuff she's avoided until recently, even in joining VT in order to be a healer even with dark magic. But otherwise, I'm wondering about Riven and maybe any deceased VT members. If anyone wants to make dead VT members, that would be chill. No need to play them, just some ideas. I want Lisa and Harlow to both have good reasons to change their behavior and seek revenge. Lisa in particular I was thinking a romantic connection. I could also come up with some stuff, but regardless I'm curious about what kind of dude Riven was and why he didn't choose a Mir, if I'm remembering right. Besides that, I have fun ideas about how they will decide on a leader in cult-like fashion.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 27, 2019 18:24:11 GMT -5
sorry youre not doing great! but dont rush or push yourself--you dont have to, its ok
i will still rp on vacation, ill actually be kinda busy in the next few days tho
and do whatever you want! again, go ham, i love it and yes--if anyone wants to makefiller or dead characters without a real description, go ahead! if you decide later you want them to be areal, no problem!
i look forward to your ideas!! ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 28, 2019 13:52:28 GMT -5
(My Internet has also been ridiculous since our power went out. Otherwise slightly better today after PT, even though sore. Also tfw you realize you're terrible at being concise and need to write more poetry to relearn that skill. Vincent Dalgaard; Viper, Hell Kite 28; he/him; poison supplier; death; - Charming, reads people well. Apathetic and pessimistic. He does what he does for money, but he isnβt greedy. Not ambitious either. Unsure about anything besides his own survival. - 6β exactly. Leanly muscular. Short, light brown hair. Narrow hazel eyes. Pale beige skin. He has an angular look to him, all sharp edges.
- Venom Magic: Vincent is capable of producing his own mammalian venom. He is immune to it. He can somewhat alter results, but symptoms are generally similar: edema at the wound sight, heightened sensitivity to any other pain for days, hallucinations, loss of consciousness, and increased bleeding at wound. Damage based on dose can range from an allergic reaction to excruciating, incapacitating pain to death. The venom comes from his teeth or nails (claws). Creating it elsewhere is incredibly difficult. The venom takes time and energy to accumulate and he relies on a self-taught ritual system to change the nature of the venom. If itβs lethal like a rattlesnakeβs, it might only take 150mg to kill, but he can create about four grams. This may take a month to be recreated. It seems like a lot, but itβs actually not much and never enough for those who want to buy. @ collided Fournier associate. Elisabetta βLisaβ Corvi; Dreamwalker 41; she/her; healer; the tower; - Empathetic, caring, thoughtful. She wants control. Ambitious and hides it poorly. Adrenaline seeker. - Short at 4β11β. Petite and willowy, almost fragile. Curly, dark brown hair, going gray and white. Blue eyes. Heart-shaped face. Skin is often fawn-colored from Italian tan. - Mind/Sleep Magic: She is capable of entering the minds of those in dream states, coma, catatonia, and so on (altered mental states). She can influence and coerce people, but has chosen not to try force. Force may be possible at a price. In the βinnerworldβ she is capable of making her own dreamscape or changing one; she could instead use the one sheβs in. Her ability has the odd side effect of helping those with altered mental states, if used properly. There are limits. She has to be physically close to the person if she wants to enter their mind; touching is best. The negative of her power is how it affects her own mind. After use, she deals with problems like night terrors or sleep paralysis. The more she tries to influence someone, the more the connection can cause damage; things in the βinnerworldβ become capable of harming her, though itβs unknown to her how. She just wakes with bruises, cuts, or even bite or claw marks. Sheβs more aware of devil whispers and if she hears them in the βinnerworldβ, even if they were meant for another person, they stand a better chance of influencing her when sheβs awake. She tries to avoid the darker aspects to avoid the bane. With the chaos within Ver Tahesh, she may be giving into Wrath. Ver Tahesh faction member At I finally have both probably done. Can still edit as needed. Now to finally respond with Jeanne and Isaac.)
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Post by collided on Jun 28, 2019 15:01:14 GMT -5
Jeanne Beck : Regeneration : Tenderloin/Downtown Boundary : Mentions Pryderi Eder AmberJeanne was finally getting a break. Eventually even bodyguards had to rest and sheβd finally been relieved of her duty of watching Victoria. Jeanne still wasnβt exactly sure what had led to that, other than the higher ups not wanting her to know or see something. Or, you know, stop telling them things they didnβt want to hear. It was her job to protect them physically, yes, but she still felt it was also her job to get them to avoid situations in which they might die. Death was common in the factions, sure. It was rare to grow old or at least to die of old age. At the same time, it was also her job to try to prevent death. This was difficult to do if she wasnβt told enough to have much idea what was even going on. She barely knew more than the civilians. It nearly made her skin itch, it was so annoying. She was a Captain. She had many people to look out for. Many people who were always biting the bit to do something risky and dangerous. She didnβt discourage it, but it was also difficult to predict what might come of any of it without knowing anything big picture. Were they getting suggestions? Or was it just the same old urge of addiction to something, the drugs or violence or gambling. Something. Each member was motivated by something in particular and sheβd tried to find out what. Recently she felt like she wasnβt being told everything, but by extension, now her foot soldiers also felt the same if they werenβt getting tidbits of info and orders from someone else. At the moment, since she was on break, she was trying to leave it behind, but her mind didnβt exactly work like that. At the same time, everyone did need some level of balance. Which is why she wasnβt home, trying to sleep. No, she was at one of her favorite places. It wasnβt the common favorite place of others. Most parks in the area were mostly used for drug deals or other illicit activities. This one was different, but she wasnβt sure why. She had picked up on how people avoided it and decided to go in anyway. It was surrounded by fencing and had an old and rusted wrought iron gate. Sometimes she thought maybe there were runes in the fencing, but if so, why would anyone make it to keep people out? She honestly didnβt know, but since the park was thought of as safe, sometimes people even brought their kids. The playground was old and probably unsafe, so mostly unused. However there were some concrete animals, frequently climbed on, and there was still grass, often overgrown, to have picnics or roll down a hill. Beyond the cracked sidewalk loop that joggers might have used if they had any, there was bamboo, and tall trees in one area. There was also a small pond with a lot of algae in there, sometimes home to ducks. She always expected litter. Thereβd be trash on the sidewalk outside the park, but it never seemed to blow in. It was a place she should have felt uncomfortable, because something was wrong with it, but it was one of the less obviously dangerous places. So she just kept walking the loop, again and again, watching the people in the park. Today there werenβt many, probably because of all the shifts happening in the factions. While most people didnβt know the intricate details, people who lived here long enough learned to know when to stay home. One person stuck out, because sheβd seen him a few times before. At first, heβd also made her uncomfortable, but then she stomped out that old feeling of being uneasy with a reminder she was strong. This man was also clearly old, going by the gray beard, but he was also unusually short. Not just with age, but in general. He hunched over on himself, like he had a bad upper back. Unlike the stereotype of feeding pigeons, this man came here to paint. Good paintings too. He wasnβt here to try to get people to pay him for portraits either. Sometimes she had wanted to get close, to see exactly what he was painting. Was it the bamboo grove or the forest again and again? The duck pond? What kept him coming back to this place, a place that most people avoided? She couldnβt help but be curious, more than she was about the young parents who just wanted a place for their kids to be able to run out their energy. Today this feeling was closer to the surface, her other curiosity and needing answers bleeding into the mundane of her off time. So on this loop around, her leg muscles burning a bit, she stopped to drink her water and she edged closer to the painter, trying to get a look at what he was working on. She wasnβt sure what to say. She wasnβt exactly an art critic. In fact, she was actually mostly unaware of art. Nobody had ever bothered to teach her and sheβd never taken any classes. What did you say? Something about brushstrokes or colors?
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Post by desdemona on Jun 30, 2019 15:30:47 GMT -5
sorry for not being active! ive been getting ready for my flight, which is today, but ill be more active once im in france! ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 30, 2019 16:58:49 GMT -5
(Have fun in France! I'll also reply today at some point.)
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Post by desdemona on Jul 2, 2019 1:20:49 GMT -5
I'm alive and in France. I feel a fool cause I can't speak and french and I just disappointed the boulangerie owner but it's FINE .....ITS FINE... ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jul 2, 2019 1:21:59 GMT -5
collided Lisa and Vincent look good! I'll add soon ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jul 2, 2019 3:05:50 GMT -5
it has been done ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jul 6, 2019 7:05:11 GMT -5
I'm so sorry for not being on more! school is very busy I encourage yall to rp! ]]
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Post by Amber on Jul 7, 2019 2:21:53 GMT -5
( collided sorry for the late reply. Had a bit of writer's block, but I finally got something down.) Life of an accountant wasn't the most exciting or adventurous lifestyle. For Pryderi it was perfect. When he was younger he would've hated being cooped up in some office doing paperwork, but the elderly man had grown to love it. After lounging in his chair for a few moments, the man eventually got up. It appeared to be warm and sunny outside, the perfect kind of day to be painting. As he got up from his cushy blue chair, the man stiffened. His joints ached, which made moving quite diffcult. That was one of the things he did miss from his youth. However that was what years of work did to the body. As he walked through his office, he passed the hundreds of paintings lined that the walls. All of them unclear and depicting various events that were to come. He sighed, wishing there was some way he could make them clearer. Some way he could help the people depicted in the events. Deep down, the elderly man knew it wasn't possible. That all he was doing was foolish, wistful thinking. But what was the world without those types of thoughts? It was boring and hopeless and he wasn't about to live in that type of world. Pushing those thoughts aside, Pryderi headed into the adjoining art studio. Windows lined the sides from floor to ceiling, letting the joyful light through. The man smiled, then turned to his tools. His acrylic paints were organized neatly in an ornate box while brushes were neatly placed together. Near those materials laid the base for his tools, the beautifully stretched canvas. Breathing in deeply, the man grabbed everything he needed and began to head out. Although he tried not to let it show, carrying everything was slowly starting to become a burden. As his body contiuned to fail him, his days being able to paint freely were starting to become numbered. Once more her pushed the negative thoughts away. There was no time tot think like that. As he left his office, Pryderi passed various other members of the Fouriners faction. He gave friendly greetings to everyone he passed. Most quickly returned them, but a few simply grumbled to his disappointment. It wasn't that surprising, however. This was one of the three main factions in the city, and after the previous night's take over people were on edge. Eventually the accountant made his way out from the building and into the streets of the city. He probably looked odd, almost comical, as he strolled down the sidewalk. He didn't mind the looks he got, only returning them with a friendly smile. The park where he usually done his paintings was quite close. He was thankful for that. Eventually he reached the park, which seemed to be bustling with people. As he set up, he got friendly welcomes and hellos from passerbys. He came to that park often, and had grown accustomed to seeing familiar faces. Sometimes he'd paint the scenery around the park, other times it was the young couple enjoying the area. Other times he would paint the portirates of eager children, wanting to see their likeness in a painting. He loved to paint and never had people pay for them. Art was meant to be shared with everyone. It was fine for others to have a price on their work, but Pryderi didn't need the money. He had the ability to freely share it with the world, and that's exactly what he did. Pryderi quickly set up and got comfortable. The elderly man breathed in deeply and smiled. Through sincere blue eyes, he scanned the park for some inspiration. It hit within moments as he eyed the field in front of him. Children were playing ball, a group of people were having a picnic, and others were just taking a stroll. Chosing his paints, the man went to work. A bright blue, which matched the sky, greens and yellows, which would make the field come to life, and a soft, comforting brown for the vegetation. It wasn't unusual for the accountant to work for hours, nor was it odd if he did multiple paintings in one sitting. He smiled as he went to work. As he painted, he could feel a presence just behind him. From the corner of his eye, he could see someone watching. His smiled widened slightly as he shifted to the side, revealing more of his painting. He felt a small surge of pride rise in his chest. He was always glad to have people watch him paint. He hoped it could do something for them.
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Post by desdemona on Jul 7, 2019 4:51:10 GMT -5
jolly day! sorry nice to see yall! how is everyone doing? ]]
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Post by collided on Jul 12, 2019 18:29:13 GMT -5
(I also apologize for taking so long to reply. Life's been ugh. I also keep writing things out, feeling like they look bad, and rewriting as if this isn't just meant to be for fun. Whoops.) Jeanne Beck : Regeneration : Tenderloin/Downtown Boundary : Mentions Pryderi Eder AmberJeanne tried a friendly smile at realizing sheβd been caught watching. The artist at least didnβt seem to mind. If anything, he fit into the park well, the feeling of danger never arrived. His beginning version of the field and sky above seemed so peaceful. βItβs nice,β she told him. She tried to think back to her time in school. There had been a clique of art geeks. Sometimes even with aesthetic paint splatters on their clothes. Sheβd been more of a jock, but sheβd never made fun of their fan art or manga sketches or whatever. She still had never gotten close enough to know much about the differences. At least this painting reminded her of the park. It has a calm to it and she recognized that she hadnβt actually felt relaxed in days. Maybe weeks. βDo you do it as a job, or as a hobby?β she asked. She had no idea, but it seemed nice enough to be worth a decent amount of money. Of course, her walls were bare at home so she was the last person to ask. She also considered how her Spade tattoo was hidden by athletic leggings and sock. She was anonymous here in this park as she always tried to be. She also didnβt want to go back to her bare bones apartment because sheβd realized in that moment she really didnβt have any hobbies. Maybe that should have been obvious, but now it felt weird. She had a job. No team sports anymore, but she had a punching bag and endless exercise as a distraction. She was the designated driver for her human equivalent to a pack of feral dogs, watching over them sober as they drank too much or started to freak out over some hallucinogen. Something. She was social. She just also didnβt do anything that wasnβt related to work in some way and it was honestly weirding her out in a way, watching this much older man at peace calmly painting here in the park like he was Bob Ross. Her park time was getting out anxiety in the form of exercise. She needed to learn balance here too. So she focused on the painting and on the artist, honestly curious for once about what sheβd missed in all the years sheβd just wanted to become dangerous and strong.
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Post by collided on Jul 12, 2019 18:37:27 GMT -5
(If I can work past brain zap migraines--finally having them less after a bad spell, still going to neurologist though, I have some ideas. For instance, ideas for moving along Harlow and Dreamwalker so the spy the Fourniers set up can have an in, but I'd suggest Harlow there even if good luck getting him to talk about anything. Dreamwalker would be more likely to notice due to ability to spy back but in a much more compromising way. As for Vincent, honestly I think he's just going to introduce himself by being an ass and bothering Pryderi over the fact his money hasn't cleared yet or something. I'm trying to think of what job he'd even have besides venom salesperson and every time it seems funny trying to imagine him as anything. He might be technically unemployed. Lazy, lazy venomous mammal man.)
Isaac Garcia : Animal Magic : Bowery: Mentions Kai Nicollier
Isaac further calmed, sinking into his seat and relaxing equal to the guy across from him. It was good at least he hadnβt majorly upset him, even if both of them showing their bellies might be false bravado. The dog part of him never liked it.
βIβm glad to hear it. Also nah, itβs all good. I meant it when I said itβs cool what you can do. Maybe a little spooky, but so is Halloween and people think thatβs neat, yeah?β
Isaac worked on finishing what heβd bought, slower now, glad for the temporary peace. Maybe he wouldnβt even get any other visions today. At least no bad ones. If work started up tomorrow, heβd be fine. Just back into the old routine.
The question wasnβt routine and made him glad he hadnβt had just taken a sip of coffee. He cocked his head, confused for a second, and then decided it had to be a joke. A weird one, but this guy might be as bad at social cues as he was. You never know.
βHa, a spy? Well, I mean, I guess Iβd be less conspicuous than a horse. Thereβs enough stray dogs in the city. I doubt I have the nature for it though. Not exactly James Bond. I guess I could be a Latino parody version,β he joked back. βYouβd like a story my, uh, grandmother used to tell. I think itβs exaggerated and my parents hated it, but heh thatβs part of the fun. Apparently one of my great-great-something-grandfathers was a jaguar shifter. I canβt tell the story that well, but supposedly he used that to spy on the evil conquistador Spaniards and all. Sometimes maul them.β He shrugged, as if it wasnβt an issue. It wasnβt for him. βFreedom fighter, you know? Accordingly heβs why my other ancestors and I were even born, why we survived, but I still ended up with a Spanish Christian name and pale so he only halfway won that one.β
He wished he knew this guyβs name. It might help push away the weirdness of it all. Also the faint guilt of wondering if the guy had been asking if he was being nosy. He couldnβt exactly help it. He didnβt have his name, but he had his smell and that was more accurate. Harder to forget. Which reminded him unpleasantly that, if he thought about it, he did know which dog and which person his last vision involved. Maybe he should do an anonymous police tip? Or would that just make it worse? His abuela had always told him that cops were class traitors. His parents had told her it was different here, but in this city? He didnβt actually think it was different. He wondered if it ever was. His elders often acted as if modern technology was magic in itself, but they often seemed more aware than his parents.
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Post by desdemona on Jul 14, 2019 11:00:39 GMT -5
dont worry about it man! i anticipated ppl not being active and im not active, so dont force yourself ok? ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jul 27, 2019 15:44:50 GMT -5
soon... soon i will return... ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jul 27, 2019 16:01:24 GMT -5
kai nicollier ; informant
This guy... talked a lot. Which Kai was used to, knew how to handle, but today was his off day and he didn't particularly want to go bar persona when he was drinking his cafe creme. The man also overshared, and he certainly seemed the type to quickly tell someone they barely know about past trauma, which was admittedly not a good trait for a spy. Unless it was a very good act, and although there was no way this was, he could be trained. Everyone could.
"Not your human part, I mean. Even in person you're dog like. So you would blend in even better as one," he said, mildly regretting trying to play shadow puppet games with a stranger. Of course he got the one with heightened senses. Lovely. The story didn't give Kai much except for this runs in the family, so some part of the man must yearn for it. Right now, he doubted he lived an exciting life, forget an illicit one, and as someone with dog genes there was no way he was completely sated without... say, running. A chase. Something to spike the pulse.
"What's your name?" Kai asked then, always willing to gain more information, and besides, this would do him no good if he couldn't place fido over here with a title.
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Post by desdemona on Jul 27, 2019 16:01:56 GMT -5
collided not the longest one ive ever done but i feel good about it, so ]]
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Post by tinyflame on Jul 28, 2019 21:18:36 GMT -5
Nocturne Knight; Crimson Reaper
21; He/Him ; Hitman; Strength
- Nocturne is dangerous indeed. Truly loyal and ever professional, he never shows his anger in a loud, obvious way. You can only tell he's angry when his eyes are cold as ice, normally in the offender's direction, narrowed. He doesn't show his emotions because he thinks emotions are unnecessary things. He only cares about getting a job done properly, then resting for a bit.
- Nocturne has short red hair, styled pretty nicely. His eyes are dark, almost black, and his skin is so light it's like porcelain. These attributes make his red hair stand out more. He is tall at 6'2" in height, normally wearing an all black suit, no color except a crimson tie and crimson gloves. - Reality Reversal, he can reverse things that have already happened, like for example someone is running after him, he can reverse it and they're now running away from him. Someone could be holding a weapon towards him and he can reverse it and he's holding the weapon now. The problem is that some things he can't reverse, like his own death. If he's fast he can reverse life threatening injuries, but there's always the chance he will be too late. But, if someone injures him, he likes to reverse it so that person is injured instead. It's a problematic habit because he can't reverse everything. For example, he can't reverse his own death, so when he's dead it's permanent. Reversing big things takes a lot of energy, so if he, for example, reverses the size of something massive to be tiny, he gets really tired. If he does big things too much he can pass out cold, and he won't wake up for a while. This can put him at risk, since when made unconscious this way, he can't use any magic at all. He can't reverse injuries, so if someone wants to kill him, this is their best chance to do it. He tries to be careful and mind his limits, but there's only so much you can do when your power relies on stamina.
@ tinyflame
(He's loyal to the Fourniers, if possible)
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Post by desdemona on Jul 29, 2019 17:08:38 GMT -5
no problem! if you could just come up with a name for his magic and give it a name of usage, that would be perfect! like, yes he can mess it up, but what's the cost of certain things, does it take more effort to cast on a living creature, is it time related or organism related, what stops him from doing it all the time ]]
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Post by tinyflame on Jul 29, 2019 17:10:26 GMT -5
(Gotcha, I'm on it)
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Post by tinyflame on Jul 29, 2019 17:16:22 GMT -5
(I did it. D'you like it?)
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Post by desdemona on Jul 30, 2019 5:54:10 GMT -5
that's good!! I'll add when I'm at a computer
I won't be Super active until like. august 7 or so cause that's when I'll be back so don't worry about ur own activity lmao ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jul 30, 2019 14:55:37 GMT -5
added! ]]
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Post by desdemona on Aug 1, 2019 14:14:28 GMT -5
although if no one wants to continue, I could shut this down? ]]
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 1, 2019 14:20:33 GMT -5
(I want to continue!)
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Post by desdemona on Aug 1, 2019 14:25:54 GMT -5
ok! I'll just wait until I get back since. I can't rp rn ]]
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 1, 2019 14:37:40 GMT -5
(Okay!)
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