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Post by Sparky on Jun 24, 2019 1:06:36 GMT -5
Shut up.
The seemingly amplified words reverberated throughout Micah's mind. He jerked his head up upon hearing the booming voice, but the rest of the class was oddly... still. Had they heard it? He shook his head slightly, trying to discern what had just occurred.
Reacting on pure impulse, Micah stood up and began to pace towards the hydraulic doors near the top of the classroom.
"Micah," Mrs. Engle's voice pierced his mind, yet he didn't falter in his escape.
"I don't feel so good," Micah stated bluntly, walking through the doorway as it sliced open with a hiss. And with that, he was free. Because of course Mrs. Engle wouldn't bother with trying to hunt him down while she had other kids to teach. Besides, teachers had been letting him off the hook for a while now... after Levi's death. And with his funeral coming up.
Stop it. He told himself mentally, shaking his head again as his feet lead him clockwise around the ring. He didn't know where he was going, just that it would be better than the atmosphere of a classroom. The awkward stares, the probing questions, the pitiful glances from teachers.
He hated it.
He never accepted help from others. He didn't need help from others. Only his friends. Only them was he comfortable with being ever so slightly vulnerable around.
Without warning, the prominent figure of Laura Duke appeared on the horizon. What is she doing here? Micah thought, pivoting quickly on his heels and speed-walking in the other direction. Maybe she hadn't seen him. Maybe -
"Micah Ozburn!" She had.
Slowing to a stop, Micah turned around to meet his fate. Laura Duke - captain of the OASIS - was pacing towards him speedily. "And what do you think you're doing out of class looking oh-so suspicious, young man?"
Micah lowered his head in defeat, but his words betrayed his actions, "Actually, I was hoping to find you somewhere." He looked back up, unaware of what he had just said. He was hoping to see her? When? It was almost as if, deep in his mind, he had known that they would be meeting each other today.
Her gaze shifted from that of an angry one to a soft, worried one. "Oh?" She began, her tone having greatly shifted from the reprimanding one that she had used seconds earlier. "Why don't we talk? In my off-"
"Levi isn't dead," Micah blurted out, cutting off the captain abruptly. "He's alive. He's out there somewhere and you're sitting here trying into hammer the fact that he's DEAD?"
"Micah, lower your voice," Laura hissed, her eyes darting toward the horizons of the rings.
"No! You've be-" Laura seized his wrist, bringing him closer to her as she began to speak.
"Not. Here."
- - -
The hydraulic doors of the captain's office hissed to a close as Laura finished typing in the code to a keypad on the adjacent wall. Micah looked around curiously into the silent room, letting himself be guided to a seat that was put up in front of her desk. This was one of the few areas one the OASIS that Micah had yet to have seen... for once in his life, he was seeing something new.
"Listen," the captain began, gathering her breath for a moment. She had quelled Micah's temper temporarily during their encounter in the hallway, but he was still visibly fuming. "Your frie-"
"His name is Levi."
"Levi was a very special kid. He was an exceptional student and I'm sure an even better friend. But you need to understand - for your own safety - that he is gone. Gone. And nothing we are currently able to do will bring him back. Do you understand?"
"No."
"Well, try," Laura stammered, her anger heightening. "And whatever you do, I don't want you or your friends looking f-"
"Why?"
"Because! That's why!" She yelled, gripping the pen she was holding so tightly that it burst. Absently acknowledging the broken pen, Laura gathered herself before speaking again. "Everything we do is to protect you guys, and the sooner you understand that, the safer you'll become."
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Post by Sparky on Jun 24, 2019 1:09:06 GMT -5
[ alrighty, so that post kinda contains an important plot point but MEH bad writing.
also, Micah isn't going to be at school anymore, so you guys can continue without me while I'm gone!(yay, convenience) ]]
again, feel free to make up any random classes or whatever! ]]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 24, 2019 1:10:20 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh that was so cool and dramatic Sparky)
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Post by Sparky on Jun 24, 2019 1:22:03 GMT -5
[ Thanks!
Oh also, I've made it canon now that the OASIS is an extremely large, central spire/cylinder which is surrounded by several interconnected rings that spin to simulate gravity. There's gonna be...
The Main Ring The School Ring Housing Rings ETC ETC, please help
I'll try to draw a picture of what I'm thinking when I get back, but basically what I was talking about in the previous Micah post was him seeing the "horizon" of the ring(it is small enough that one can easily see the curvature of the ground)
okay, that has to be my last post now XD Night! ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 24, 2019 1:23:07 GMT -5
(Aww I loved that, it was written so well Sparky!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jun 26, 2019 20:46:53 GMT -5
(Keep this in my participated.)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 9, 2019 20:53:54 GMT -5
[ alright, b/c Chaos has proven very well that starting off with a festival is best, we have now successfully skipped to said event xD
also, I'm now saying that somehow humans are able to manipulate gravity in other ways b/c plot convenience. ]]
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Post by Sparky on Jul 9, 2019 20:54:25 GMT -5
- Let the Celebration Begin - The console glittered with the thousand lights of the Floris Festival beneath him, like miniature stars of all colors, and reflected eerily back on Micah’s painted face. Outside a glass pane the real stars were shining, but Micah paid them little heed. Without the hindrance of a planetary atmosphere, there was nothing to obscure the clusters of stars and far-off galaxies, but it was a sight he had seen before. At that moment, Micah was as focused as he could get, which wasn’t saying much. Often, his blue eyes would stray from the screen to the festival, and his fingers would slide beneath the console to tap rhythms into his knee. It was difficult to concentrate on decrypting possible war messages when the entire station was celebrating. Especially when he knew that there was no reason for him to be doing this. The war front was billions of kilometers away.
Hours ago, Micah had been meandering through the festival with his friends. He had gotten his face painted, invested in a shirt gleaming with all sorts of neon colors, and had adorned a similarly colorful pair of kaleidoscope glasses. Everything seemed to be returning to normal.
He had even smiled a couple times.
Then, just as quickly as the normality had arisen, Micah had received a skull-splintering headache. He had excused himself quickly to the nearest bathroom, where he had thrown up multiple times.
Flashing images branding themselves into his mind, bringing him to tears.
His skin - albeit covered by intricate stripes of blue, black, and white - was beginning to develop a sickly green undertone. Sneakily, Micah had slinked out of the back entrance of the bathroom. He needed some time alone… to think.
And that was all it took to lead him up to the Eagle’s Nest, a main-bridge like area which overlooked the glorious festival below.
They needed to leave.
Micah shook his head, unsure of what was possessing him to think such thoughts. They were sporadic, intense, and invaded his brain relentlessly.
The console, which initially was giving off empty feed, erupted with a wave of static. Micah sighed, getting to work on the decryption. Most of the static that came up was just that. Static. Nothingness. Useless. Satellite interference. Static.
Nevertheless, he would decrypt and hope to interpret the feed. The hour passed by quickly as his fingers flew over the console and pressed various keys. Early on Micah began to see signs that this was an actual message, and as he relayed each character into Third Basic, the message became more and more recognizable. Finally he translated it into English Basic, and the words lit up the console.
Saturn. Tethys. OASIS. 4 Vultures. 1900.
A knife of fear pierced his spine, sending shivers throughout his body that froze him in place. He read and reread the message once, twice, ten times. There was no date, but there was a time. 1900. Micah looked at the top right of the screen for the time. 1859.56.
Micah stood abruptly, knocking his chair to the floor. He was alone in the Eagle’s Nest. Everybody else was situated below him in Floris Square. Celebrating.
A series of explosions went off below him- the windows giving him a clear view of the massacre. A massacre that, oddly enough, appeared familiar to him. “No!” He screamed, a lump appearing in his throat. Shouts and cries erupted from the festival, and Micah stood there.
Frozen.
The main lights on the station blacked out, plunging Micah into darkness. He fell to the floor in a safety position, covering his head and neck with his arms. Seconds passed, and strips of emergency lights lit up the floor, casting a red glow onto his tear-streaked face. He looked up and tried to stand, but another explosion shook the floor beneath him and threw him to the floor. Unconsciously driven by fear and monthly safety drills, he crawled out of the Eagle’s Nest, following the soft glow of red that pointed in the direction of the escape pods. No, he thought, before beginning to crawl in the opposite direction that the lights were taking him. He had to find his friends. They were all at the festival. The festival. The Qyzek. They knew. Another ring of explosions rocked the station. The emergency lights flickered. After a few seconds passed, Micah stood up and ran.
They would attack the escape pods first, he thought, but they knew about the festival. Floris Square was extremely enclosed… The bombs had to have been inside the station.
The entire situation seemed impossible. The Qyzek couldn’t have advanced billions of kilometers in that short amount of time. How could they have planted bombs inside the station? The artificial gravity of the OASIS oscillated, and Micah was sent flying down the hallway. He collided with the ceiling before returning to the floor violently. Lines of blood dashed across the right side of his face. He looked up dizzily, straining to keep his eyes open. Droplets of blood drifted slowly through the air and towards the floor as the gravity recalibrated. A low growl echoed through the hallway. Micah looked behind him, fearing the worst. Nothing. Getting up once more, Micah darted towards the square. Hundreds of people were fleeing the scene in a panic. Bloodied, wounded individuals that knew nothing more than to follow the red lights. Follow the red lights. That’s what they had always been taught. Follow the red lights to the escape pods. Now, however, Micah was shoving his way through the crowd, shouting the names of his friends frantically. “My ship!” He cried, shouting their names once more. Where were they?
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 9, 2019 23:54:18 GMT -5
Ooh that was awesome it was so well written
Okay I’ll do a Josh thing soon x the festival was where we first see their abilities right? I’m not sure yet how I want to do Josh’s but we’ll see)
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Post by Sparky on Jul 10, 2019 10:18:42 GMT -5
[ yeah, I made micah's more psychic abilities shine through just now(his precognition). It's really up to you how or when you want Josh's powers to develop, though! ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 10, 2019 10:20:13 GMT -5
(Got it x I think for Josh his clairvoyance was going to reveal itself first so I’ll have him like touch an object or something and have a vision idk xD)
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The OASIS
Jul 10, 2019 10:31:14 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Sparky on Jul 10, 2019 10:31:14 GMT -5
[ might work pretty well as a copilot, then(micah's going to need one xD).
He could just touch the controls to figure out what they are, and his technological connection thingy would work well there, too. ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 10, 2019 10:36:17 GMT -5
[Oh true I never thought of that!]
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Post by Sparky on Jul 10, 2019 15:27:27 GMT -5
[ haha yep xD ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 10, 2019 16:10:23 GMT -5
Absolute chaos.
No other words could be used to describe what was happening. One moment, Joshua was with his friends at the festival, having a good time. In fact, it was the first time any of them had really shown any sign of being truly happy since Levi vanished. But the next moment, that all changed.
Josh was just talking to Cressida, Skye and Tomás, all of them wondering where Micah had gotten off too. He had excused himself suddenly some time ago, and Josh recalled he'd been looking a little pale, though his painted face had obscured most of it. Perhaps he wasn't feeling well and had gone home.
The boy had been about to suggest that they try and find their friend, just to check on him, when it happened. Explosions. A whole wave of them across the deck, and despite how loud the bombs were, they still couldn't quite block out the screams.
Josh was thrown back with some force, and was luckily only just able to avoid hitting his head hard as he crashed into one of the stands for the festival. Luckily he got off with only badly jarring his shoulders and getting cuts along his upper arms. It could have been much worse. His ears were ringing though, as he sat up. The boy sat dazed for a moment until his senses returned to him and he immediately cast his eyes around the scene to locate his friends.
"Get down!" Josh yelled to his friends and anyone passing by.
Following his own advice, he made for the nearest thing he could possibly see that might offer him some protecting; a large and sturdy-looking table. It wasn't perfect but it would do. He made for it, diving under. Many people were following the red lights to the escape pods, but that didn't feel like a good idea. He thought more bombs might be coming.
And another wave of bombs did come, as Josh braced from his place under the table.
That was when, next to him, he saw what appeared to be a child's toy, discarded by its fleeing owner. A doll of some kind. He reached out to touch it almost instinctively.
A white hot pain began to burn in his head as if his skull was about to split apart from some pressure within, an energy wanting to burst its way out.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him disappeared, replaced with the inside of a house. He saw a child he didn't know, a little girl with dark skin and joyful eyes. It looked like it was her birthday, and her parents had just given her a present, neatly wrapped in colourful paper. She ripped the paper away and there in her hands was the very toy Josh was touching.
The vision ended with the girl's laughter; it still rung in his ears as the scene of the burning OASIS returned to him. He was absolutely terrified for more than one reason now; what the hell was that? The splitting headache he had gotten at the start of the vision didn't seem like it would be fading anytime soon.
He so badly wanted to freak out about that whole thing, but he really had more pressing things to worry about at that point. Which honestly was saying a lot because that vision was freaking weird.
But the explosions seemed to have stopped, for a while at least. The lights were down, people were screaming, but they had to move. They couldn't just stay here.
"Move!" Josh yelled out now, hoping his friends were nearby and has hidden themselves when he told them to get down. Perhaps they couldn't hear him. But it didn't matter, he hoped some of the crowd might be telling them to do so as well, if they weren't already in the crowd.
So he started to run, only to shoot upwards into the air as the gravity fluctuated, floating in the air for a little before hitting the ground hard. It knocked all the air out of him and he was pretty sure he had a nosebleed now (from the vision? from the fall? who knew?), but he was alright. He just had to keep moving.
And moments later he heard a familiar voice - Micah, calling the names of his friends. Josh couldn't help but smile, so glad to know one of his friends at least was okay.
"Micah!" he called back, just so Micah knew he was there.
He trusted the others had heard him, they had to. They'd go towards Micah, hopefully find him. Josh so wanted to run back and find them, but he wasn't sure he would in all the chaos and he might lose Micah or get swept into the crowd.
So the redhead began to run towards where he had heard Micah's voice, dodging the crowded people around him. The smell of blood and fear was heavy in the air, especially among the crowd. Josh tried to put it out of his head.
And finally, there he was. He saw a figure he was absolutely sure had to be Micah. He ran towards the other boy.
"Micah!" Josh called as he approached "are you okay?"
The others didn't appear to be there yet, which was concerning, but then he was sure they'd turn up in just a few moments.
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Post by Sparky on Jul 10, 2019 16:38:48 GMT -5
[ that was powerful ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 10, 2019 16:40:03 GMT -5
Aw thank you! I thought your Micah post was way better though )
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Post by Sparky on Jul 10, 2019 17:14:06 GMT -5
Upon hearing Joshua's reply to his left, Micah began working his way in that direction. It was hard, physically and emotionally, to step over the bodies leading up to his friend. The blood that streaked awkwardly across the side of his face due to the gravitational oscillations began making it's way downward, covering over his left eye. He swiped at it haphazardly, but nevertheless the blood kept his eye from opening.
"I'm fine," Micah said, jerking his head around. The square was pitch black, illuminated only by the red emergency lights which lined across the floors. A few stragglers were following them hopefully, but Micah was unable to make out who exactly they were. He was only able to see various silhouettes darting across the deck - many going in a different direction, he realized.
"The others," he choked out, his right eye flitting about wildly. "Where are the others?"
They needed to leave. They all needed to leave. Micah had feared the worst translating the message up in the Eagle's Nest, but this was ultimately so much worse.
This was real.
"We need to get to my ship," he said tersely, hoping only that the hangars hadn't also been destroyed by the Qyzek.
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Post by Sparky on Jul 10, 2019 17:15:49 GMT -5
[ oohh but I had that post in the works for a while... pieces of it were even snatched from my book xD ]]
i cheated
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Jul 11, 2019 2:28:54 GMT -5
Cheating is ok XD) Ever since Tomás had woken up from his nap in Astrology, he had a headache. It was only a dull pain at first. Something he didn't even notice until someone, specifically his half-siblings and almost everyone he didn't like at the school, approached him and tried to say something. He could hardly hear them over the throbbing of his temple. But still, he didn't worry about it. Perhaps he was just having a sucky day. But what was new? Tomás had forgotten all about his headache by the time school was over. It was replaced by the anxious excitement to do something normal with his friends. To join in on the festival and fun for once instead of sulking. He just needed to change first. He may not have all of his father's love and support, but he was still a spoiled rich kid. Fashion was always important to him. Having gotten home, bathed, and changed into more comfortable clothes, the boy headed out the door. As he passed through the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a wicked smile. Emerald eyes that played kind around their father but never when they were alone. His older brother was leaned against the countertop conversing with nonother than their shared father. Be quiet. He paid no attention to his older brother and father as he walked past. If they actually acknowledged him he tuned them out. As he exited the house, a grimace was on his face from the sudden dull throbbing in his frontal lobe. Arriving at the festival he met up with his friends. He was still somewhat in a sour mood but was slowly brightening up. He even smiled here and there. Tomás watched as Micah got his face painted teasing him that the artist was actually painting him one ugly green color instead of a skull. He bought something sweet for the group and conversed with them easily. But the dull throb in his head was still there. Maybe he was tired. He didn’t sleep much since Levi when missing. That had to be it. But he wasn’t sure. And he continued to dwell on it when the explosions rocked the ground under his feet. Tomás’s heart lurched into his throat as he whirled around and found fire and debris showering the panicked people of the station. Watched as they ran in opposite directions, pushing past each other, trying to get away from the next attack. He was too frozen to react appropriately. Instead, he got hit with an explosion too close for comfort. It sent him flying backward, tumbling in the air helplessly as debris cut open his skin. Until he landed on his right forearm with a sickening CRACK. As soon as his arm broke, Tomás felt nothing but pain. He gasped as his brain registered the pain. Tears sprung to his eyes as he curled into himself cradling his arm. He writhed in pain and gaped like a fish trying to breath normally. Make it stop. He could hear nothing other than the explosions and the terrified screams of the people. The tears clouding his vision made it hard for him to locate his friends. And then the lights when out making it even harder. He knew what that meant. The procedure was drilled into their heads from day one. The red lights lead to the escape pods. And Tomás needed to move. He needed to get up and follow Josh’s voice. He swore he had just heard him but he wasn’t sure anymore. The people were too loud and his head was pounding. Make it stop. Cradling his arm to his chest, Tomás tried to follow the crowd of screaming people. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to shuffle after them. And while their screams had gotten slightly softer, Tomás headache was crippling him back to a fetal position. As more people ran past him, Tomás found their voices like reverse sirens. Higher when further away but lower when right next to him. And overtime they got too close, his head felt like it was being squeezed under six stone slabs. His head wasn’t throbbing anymore. It was just one long continuous hum of nauseating drills plowing into his brain. Unable to take it, Tomás pleaded for someone to help him. But, no one stopped. He wasn’t sure why no one was helping him. He couldn’t take the pain. He couldn’t walk or see or move from that very spot he was in. All he could do was screamed in pain, frustration, and anger. JUST MAKE IT STOP! But no sound came out. (Tomás's outfit cause I felt like adding an outfit)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 11, 2019 2:36:56 GMT -5
(Oh gosh protect poor Tomàs)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 11, 2019 2:43:31 GMT -5
We make our characters suffer in this family) Too true, too true XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 11, 2019 2:55:31 GMT -5
It's the damn family motto at this point XD Sad backstories all around!) That is so true XD I’ll not reply with Josh yet but I’ll get something up later)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 11, 2019 3:24:48 GMT -5
Skye was with her friends one moment, and then Micah left, not looking to good. So she kept near the others, keeping to herself as she sometimes did, lost in thought.
She went flying though, an explosion nearby sent her from sullen to panicked as she hit the ground once more in a roll, dizzy and in pain and having multiple, multiple burns.
Skin was torn, and blood was pouring, pouring, pouring.
Make it stop!
Micah!
Where are they?
She covered her ears, forcing herself up, as nothing seemed broken, it was too loud, much too loud for her. She couldn’t handle it, she wanted it to stop. She wanted it to be silent, and normal.
And hundreds of voices spoke at once, and she curled up tighter.
Stop it. Stop it.
STOP SCREAMING AT ME!
She didn’t...say that? But between all the burning, and falling apart, and death, she couldn’t do much. Her voice sounded so loud, but it wasn’t her. It couldn’t have been her.
Her gaze flickered to movement overhead, and she let off a scream as a piece of large debris fell towards her, trying to force herself up and run, but it didn’t now work out well in her haste, her body collapsing as she tried. So instead she raised her arm in fruitless effort to do so.
Oddly enough, she heard the debris hit something, but it wasn’t her. Opening her eyes which she closed in fear moments earlier, she was shocked to see that the debris seemed to be split, one on each side of her, as if it hit a forcefield.
Deciding she didn’t have the time to figure it out, she finally took her chance to come to a stand, glancing around in fruitless effort.
Something was dripping, Scarlet from her cheek, and she raised her hand to fell the gash, wincing at the cut below her eye. Yet instead of worrying over it, she rushed to find some place to hide out, seek cover, to find her friends.
She was lost, and everything seemed off. She distantly heard voices still, the loudest was her friend’s and she took a step forward again, trying to run against the current of people to find her friends, before being rammed into by a person who was running, and hitting the ground once more.
Tomás? Micah? Cressida? Josh? she found that voice again, wavering, inside her head, and forced herself to a stand, ignoring it for the current moment.
She had to find them.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 11, 2019 3:27:12 GMT -5
(Ugh the mind-reading thing with Skye is awesome, the way you do it is so cool)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Jul 11, 2019 3:31:17 GMT -5
Skye is just done.
In this post I wanted to explore her powers some, so I focused on the telekinesis/force field(psionic magic) and telepathy(also psionic magic), and focus more on the telepathy, like her hearing voices and saying things as well. And also her shielding herself(something she doesn’t understand was due to her).
I gotta get sleep, g’night!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 11, 2019 3:32:58 GMT -5
Skye is just done. In this post I wanted to explore her powers some, so I focused on the telekinesis/force field(psionic magic) and telepathy(also psionic magic), and focus more on the telepathy, like her hearing voices and saying things as well. And also her shielding herself(something she doesn’t understand was due to her). I gotta get sleep, g’night!) Skye is a mood x I love her powers though they’re so cool Night!)
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