@Fraust
"Angels are technically immortal, so they can't die of old age, but if I'm stabbed or shot or something I can be killed just like anyone else."
"Angels are technically immortal, so they can't die of old age, but if I'm stabbed or shot or something I can be killed just like anyone else."
He walked over and banged his head on the wall. "How am I going to find them?" James screamed at the wall. He glanced at the furry girl called Sly. Wait, she had said something about dimensions, maybe that'd help?
"Like I said." Sly shrugged. "We have to wait till the next dimension to get off."
He gasped. "Did i kill an angel?" He whispered, remembering after his sister was killed the entity that meet him in the woods and mocked him. The mournful rage turned violent- He refused to remember.
“Di- holdddd up. What is this? A science-fiction book?” Angelica asked.
"WAit, stops are dimensions? How the hell did I manage o get on a train like this?" He came out of his thoughts.
"I don't know maybe in the last dimension…"
(My computer's about to die and I gtg to bed anyways, so byeeee)
“I went on a train to Oakenwoods, to visit my friend.”
(My computer's about to die and I gtg to bed anyways, so byeeee)
(Aw byeeee.)
(G'night I think I'll shut this down for tonight anyways)
(Imma go too. Bye ya'll!)
(G'night)
(Heyyyo, here comes a danger up in this thread. When we get started, we ain't gonna stop, we're gonna RP til it gets to hot! Everybody sing heyooo.
Anyone online?)
(Hello)
(Heyyoo.)
"I just thought this was an ordinary train… Although, I didn't really have a destination in mind." Lloyd shrugged.
Sly shrugged. "Me neither, I just like coming here."
(Is it neither or neither)
(What you wrote the same thing twice? It's neither?)
(Yeah but they're pronounced differently.)
(I think it depends on the context, but it might be correct both ways. Accents and personal preference stuff)
"I like trainsss." James snickered. "But seriously, how could dimensional trains help us?"
"Bring us to other worlds, meet new people, resources…" Sly shrugged. "I could go on."
"Got a point. Why does this feel like that one video game I played when I was ten?" He murmured.
"I never really played video games, angels are made to train for battle at early ages. What are they like?"
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