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Me: Shoves character into room Have fun!
Me: Shoves character into room Have fun!
Me: Hi
Kilándrè: Greetings
Incëreth: Hello people!
Samuel- Hi!
Archer- sipping tea in the corner
Me: whisper Be polite, don't kill anyone, and chances are these people will not sell you to the Frialedd
Kilándrè: glares
Me: whisper And do not look into their mind without permission!
Sam- Please refrian from looking into myy mind
Kilándrè: You can't stop me
Me: Quit it, Princess
Archer- He has pretty fucking bloody thoughts
Ryllàchor: pops up LANGUAGE! go away
Incëreth: Fuck off, Language Boy
Kilándrè: Not even sure if I want to know…Yeah I probably do
Archer- I can see thoughts too, for a sunny guy he has dark thoughts
Kilándrè: Right
Incëreth: Language Boy spends all day thinking about…well, dark things, even-
Kilándrè: clamps her mouth with auric power
Morrigan: raises eyebrow, watching all this from a corner, and rolls her eyes amusedly
Badb: Behave yourself. Your salt is not needed here. grins teasingly
Macha: snorts
(The crow goddesses?)
Kilándrè: still clamping Incëreth's mouth Greeting
(yay finally someone who gets it! It started out as that, but after reading like a billion versions of the myths I decided on Morrigan being the crow one, Macha the owl one, and Badb the vulture one. They're not exactly goddesses in my story, just winged humans inspired by them)
Badb: Hi! I'm Badb. Ignore this goth antisocial, she's in a mad mood
Morrigan: shoves her shoulder and plucks the lollipop from her hands
Macha: sighs, fishes the lollipop from Mor's hands and gives it back to Badb
(Cool!)
Kilándrè: lets go of auric energy
Incëreth: Hi new people! I like your wings!
Kilándrè: rolls eyes
the trio shuffles their wings in unison
Macha: thanks! I like your friend's auric power.
Morrigan: No mind reading. I will—
Badb: cutting her off she means thank you.
Kilándrè: Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Badb: … we're nice people I promise?
Morrigan: grins Right. So I brought my hand grenades–
Macha: Oh, shove a sock in it, Mor
Band: Right. Err…
Victoria: Falls out of the ceiling fixture Hi
Me: Let's not attempt to kill each other, yeah?
Kilándrè: Let's not do a weapon competition
Macha: … you okay? you just.. fell out of the ceiling… are… you good?
Morrigan: huffs fine. no weapons
Victoria: scratches head nah I am totally dead sticks tongue out
Morrigan: welcome to the club
Victoria: looks around feels like there should be more people.
Ava: appears out of nowhere and looks around at the others
Wolfgang: Crashes on top of Victoria and brings a good portion ceiling with him
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