Everything posted by TheWingedDemon
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'So... The volcano?'Nyx asked still playing over what Amy had previously said in his head.
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Aime walks through the forest holding his wooden sword ready to be used if needed. After long he lay beside a tree staring at the beautiful blue sky he wish he could enjoy with others.
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So can the rp start?...
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Nyx looks around taking notes of his surroundings. 'Well there's a city over there. Possibly other people more well informed than we are. How about it?'
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It's Friday the 13th where I am. Yup.
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'Since introductions are out of the way how about the next priority. What are we going to do about the current situation?' Nyx said who made hand motions upon saying the last sentence. ' I'm not one for great thinking so how about you decide.'
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So that's not changing?
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Character Name:Aime Age:13 Appearance:A black shirt covered in dry blood, grey pants, light silver eyes tousled black hair and light scars, and a wooden long sword carried on his back. Personality:Uncomfortable at the sight of excessive blood. Untrusting. Backstory: (Also I know that the other oc's are also children but I've never had a child oc before. Welp there's hope for other ocs to be adults and of course Deminu's going to be one also. *I think*.)
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Why does Satan hate Pluto?... (That magical typo.)
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Why would you make this?..
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'You're very direct aren't you.. My name is Nyx and uh, I have no idea where are are either.' Nyx soon after noticed the many scratches Amy wore. 'Did you fight something?...'
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I fell off the train!
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Sao and TF2 cross over rp?. Well besides the "you can feel pain" part and the accidental trapping of the players.
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Nyx looks around before hearing Amy's voice and heading to it.
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Nyx wakes up, slowly he gets to his feet. "Ugh..Where am I?
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Roses are red Violets are red Everything is red. You're dead.
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Name:Nyx Age:26 Appearance:Tall, black hair, dark (Dark) brown eyes. Black jeans and a slightly ripped black shirt Personality:Curious, not kind but not quite rude either. Abilities:He can slow his breathing so much that you can not hear it, moderately skilled at gymnastics. Weapons:Two long daggers.
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7419 notifications. You don't log on for like five months.
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You say you don't remember me. Maybe you're just not thinking hard enough... Or maybe I was never here.
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Depressed....
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Hook:I play the games no more no less.
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Hook:Eh Alright then...What's on the agenda now?
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Hook:That could be your class...
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