Single Thread RP Limbo.

(He gets into a 6/10 battle stance.)
<Stance leaves things to be desired...>
<And according to X, his defence seems to be lacking and his offence is shaky?>

"Your move."

Melanie takes a deep breath, observing August's movements carefully.
 
{Chromebook might die soon... sorry...}

<Stance leaves things to be desired...>
<And according to X, his defence seems to be lacking and his offence is shaky?>

"Your move."

Melanie takes a deep breath, observing August's movements carefully.
(He attacks, a bit better than his stance but not as good as you or X.)
 
{Chromebook might die soon... sorry...}


(He attacks, a bit better than his stance but not as good as you or X.)
Melanie slides to the side, waiting to see if August makes an opening with his next attack...

<Offence itself isn't bad...>
 
Melanie slides to the side, waiting to see if August makes an opening with his next attack...

<Offence itself isn't bad...>
{I'd love to do this but my chromebook is on 2%. Good night, and say hi to Cream for me, okay? Tell her I'm doing fine.}
 
The paint job sucks. It's actually peeling, probably from age. It's easy to guess who was responsible for that.
The craftmanship of the sword itself, on the other hand, is definitely far beyond what Melanie realistically could achieve even given the most optimistic of assumptions. Doubtful she's behind the thrusters, anyway.
<I wonder if she would allow me to remodel the sword, it looks like one of your relics>
[Yeah, it does]
X-001 slides his fingers across the edge of the blade to test id sharpness, before attemping to test ir durability by attempting to bend the tip of the balde, he then grabs the hilt of the sword, checking if it's grip is slippery
 
{I acted poorly}

{I swore}

{I yelled}

{I was sarcastic}

{...}

{I've been overreacting, haven't I...}
(Even if you overreacted, don't beat yourself up over it. Emotionally stressful situations well up strong feelings, and sometimes this leads to poor decisions/reactions and difficulty with explaining your side of the story. The best you can do is to acknowledge your fault in the matter and try to do better going forward. I hope you can help your parents to come to understand your point of view; I'll be praying for ya.)
 
{I'd love to do this but my chromebook is on 2%. Good night, and say hi to Cream for me, okay? Tell her I'm doing fine.}
(Alrightie. Have a good night.)

<I wonder if she would allow me to remodel the sword, it looks like one of your relics>
[Yeah, it does]
X-001 slides his fingers across the edge of the blade to test its sharpness…
It’s decently sharp. Nothing super special.

…before attemping to test its durability by attempting to bend the tip of the blade.
It doesn’t give. Definitely pretty good in the durability department.

he then grabs the hilt of the sword, checking if it's grip is slippery.
It’s not. It’s nicely made.
 
Electricity is not a form of magic. It is a form of science.
(It's a form of energy. You could argue that it's a form of science in the definition of being a particular field of scientific study, but then it could also fit into the classification of being a form of magic in the definition of being a particular field of magical study and attunement.)

Pretend like I wrote like a couple paragraphs going into intense detail on electricity as idk a lot about it
Stygian listens intently, occasionally making wise, knowledgeable comments which indicate that he's connecting the dots and making sense of the information well.
 
It’s decently sharp. Nothing super special.


It doesn’t give. Definitely pretty good in the durability department.


It’s not. It’s nicely made.
<Well the craftmanship of the blade clearly is a fine one, which means that it wasen't poorly made just that Melanie treated the blade poorly, I'm gonna do a pain job on this sword>
 
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?


I don't have the energy for this.
*He walks away.*
I'll be back.
 
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?


I don't have the energy for this.
*He walks away.*
I'll be back.
Rope has the energy of a 5 year old who just snorted a pound of sugar before a road trip
 
Stygian listens intently, occasionally making wise, knowledgeable comments which indicate that he's connecting the dots and making sense of the information well.
I would like to share more, but I must explore.
Speaking of which, Xervaitexem, we are here.
It's an open, empty grassland.

I'll... leave you alone for now.
Please do.
Kids, let's go.
 
3 things
I got my blahajar a hammerhead cousin
I went to the aquarium and had a very nice time
What the :red: happened
 
I would like to share more, but I must explore.
Speaking of which, Xervaitexem, we are here.
It's an open, empty grassland.
Finally.
...
...
I don't see anything.

I'll... leave you alone for now.
Please do.
Kids, let's go.
But I wanna help Chis!
3 things
I got my blahajar a hammerhead cousin
I went to the aquarium and had a very nice time
What the :red: happened
Rope materialized the rage bar back and got scolded by Bow-eye
 
Finally.
...
...
I don't see anything.
Several robotic arms come out of RADI's shoulders. A laser, a chisel, a grappling hook & a drill.
He draws a circle with the laser, uses the chisel to refine the shape, uses the drill to drill a deep hole, and then uses the Grappling hook as a rope so everyone can climb down.

It's underground.

But I wanna help Chis!
Helping me would be leaving me alone. I want time to myself.
 
Several robotic arms come out of RADI's shoulders. A laser, a chisel, a grappling hook & a drill.
He draws a circle with the laser, uses the chisel to refine the shape, uses the drill to drill a deep hole, and then uses the Grappling hook as a rope so everyone can climb down.

It's underground.
Oh neat.

*He follows, slightly disliking the fact he's not able to personally put a Rope down.*

Helping me would be leaving me alone. I want time to myself.
*Ferrin walks close, looking up at her.*
Are you sure?
 
I hate my :red:ing parents right now. They want to set a time limit for electronics, and the :red:ing psychiatrist agrees! He said talk to your parents about exceptions, but all I could say is "I have friends with a 12hr time difference" and my mom will lose it over me having Chinese friends or whatever because apparently no friends and sitting around staring at the wall is better than people who happen to live a little far away. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you. Cream... Banana... this god damn bs might prevent me from seeing you much anymore...

I love you all and the last thing I need is someone taking away my closest friends. I'm no saint and probably did my own fair share of wrongs in the dispute, but defending my right to have friends was not one of those.

I'll be on. Maybe not as much, but I'll be here.
(I need to be strategic.)
(Also, you can send me emails. In my signature.)
 
Oh neat.

*He follows, slightly disliking the fact he's not able to personally put a Rope down.*
Radi looks through the wooden halls, an underground hidden sanctuary. You see carving in the walls. It's been smoothed out and faded, showing how old it is. It could be over 20 years old.
The carving is of a heart, with the following written inside:
"G+J"
The handwriting reminds you of someone.
Several doors line the halls.

*Ferrin walks close, looking up at her.*
Are you sure?
You're 8. I'm not gonna trauma dump about how much it hurts to be widowed to a kid who probably still thinks the tooth fairy is real.

She's not. Your dad puts the money under your pillow.
 
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