Clockwork17
Retinazer
(He gets into a 6/10 battle stance.)"Well, only one way to find out, eh?"
Melanie readies herself, taking a deep breath.
(He gets into a 6/10 battle stance.)"Well, only one way to find out, eh?"
Melanie readies herself, taking a deep breath.
<Stance leaves things to be desired...>(He gets into a 6/10 battle stance.)
(He attacks, a bit better than his stance but not as good as you or X.)<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.
Melanie slides to the side, waiting to see if August makes an opening with his next attack...{Chromebook might die soon... sorry...}
(He attacks, a bit better than his stance but not as good as you or X.)
{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.}Melanie slides to the side, waiting to see if August makes an opening with his next attack...
<Offence itself isn't bad...>
<I wonder if she would allow me to remodel the sword, it looks like one of your relics>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.
(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 acted poorly}
{I swore}
{I yelled}
{I was sarcastic}
{...}
{I've been overreacting, haven't I...}
(Alrightie. Have a good night.){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.}
It’s decently sharp. Nothing super special.<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 doesn’t give. Definitely pretty good in the durability department.…before attemping to test its durability by attempting to bend the tip of the blade.
It’s not. It’s nicely made.he then grabs the hilt of the sword, checking if it's grip is slippery.
(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.)Electricity is not a form of magic. It is a form of science.
Stygian listens intently, occasionally making wise, knowledgeable comments which indicate that he's connecting the dots and making sense of the information well.Pretend like I wrote like a couple paragraphs going into intense detail on electricity as idk a lot about it
<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>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.
Rope has the energy of a 5 year old who just snorted a pound of sugar before a road tripAre we there yet?
Are we there yet?
I don't have the energy for this.
*He walks away.*
I'll be back.
I would like to share more, but I must explore.Stygian listens intently, occasionally making wise, knowledgeable comments which indicate that he's connecting the dots and making sense of the information well.
Finally.I would like to share more, but I must explore.
Speaking of which, Xervaitexem, we are here.
It's an open, empty grassland.
But I wanna help Chis!I'll... leave you alone for now.
Please do.
Kids, let's go.
Rope materialized the rage bar back and got scolded by Bow-eye3 things
I got my blahajar a hammerhead cousin
I went to the aquarium and had a very nice time
What thehappened
Several robotic arms come out of RADI's shoulders. A laser, a chisel, a grappling hook & a drill.Finally.
...
...
I don't see anything.
Helping me would be leaving me alone. I want time to myself.But I wanna help Chis!
Oh neat.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.
*Ferrin walks close, looking up at her.*Helping me would be leaving me alone. I want time to myself.
(I need to be strategic.)I hate mying parents right now. They want to set a time limit for electronics, and the
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.
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.Oh neat.
*He follows, slightly disliking the fact he's not able to personally put a Rope down.*
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.*Ferrin walks close, looking up at her.*
Are you sure?