(oof ok, see ya Leafy)
Vien waited in line behind Wess, fumbling with his wallet while he waited. He ended up ordering a caramel mocha, somehow managing not to drop his wallet as he paid and accepted the coffee. "Would you like to s-sit down?" he asked, gesturing to a small, out of the way booth near one of the windows
(Ok, I am back!)
Wess nodded, “Sure!” Wess took a seat and sipped his coffee. He looked out the window, looking at the scenery.
Dalton sighed and continued following Cicada, further into the cave.
Cicada kept an eye out for anythig weird or interesting.
Dalton stopped, "Do you hear that? It sounds like," He paused, "Running water?"
(oof, I'm debating between my ginger-haired kid or my other one. . .)
(So many choices)
(lol… Have you decided on a clan, maybe I can help)
Cicada froze, “My one weakness. Water.”
Dalton stared at her, "You can't be serious. Right?"
“I’m fire,” Cicada smirked, “Its my abilities weakness. I’ll be fine.”
(Hm, I was debating between Sluwteit or Slimteit)
(One of my characters is a ginger and the other has white blond hair. )
(The dorkier one would be in Slimteit, whereas a more mischievous one would be in Slueteit.)
(k, I'm gonna do Sluwteit and use my sarcastic/mischievous kid.)
(Thanks)
(No Problem!)
The two kept walking until Dalton found what he thought was the source. A large, metal vault door with pictures of each clan's mascot imprinted into the steel. "I think it's in there."
Name: Beau Teller (Pronounced like Bow)
Age: 17
Sexuality: As Straight As A U-Turn
Gender: Male
Clan: Sluwteit
Supernatural Ability: He has the ability to mimic other powers, but it can only go to some extent. The power can drain him quickly.
Personality: Beau is generally sarcastic and laid back, and can be reserved at first. He can be quite hostile and doesn't take great care of himself either. Likes to laugh and create mischief, but can also lose his patience quickly. Once he opens up, he's very protective and gentle.
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/aa/05/c3aa05ec0274bc3d1ac092357e7d9797.jpg Natural white-blond hair that is usually in a messier style from all the times he forgot to brush it. His skin is lighter with pale freckles on the bridge of his nose and on his shoulders. Icy blue eyes that can sometimes shift to a greyer color. Around 5’10 and lean/lanky.
Background: I'll come up with this is as I go. . .
Other: Likes to make finger guns.
(Is he alright?)
(oh my gosh, I can already imagine Vien falling head over heels for Beau)
(Lmao, Beau would probably like Vien too. Vien's a really cool character.)
(thanks lol. now I've got another ship to add to my already ridiculously large collection)
(Same. Lmao.)
( Holy Schist, I was only gone for one night people!)
(Hey I'm back but I don't really know what to do…)
(oof ok, see ya Leafy)
Vien waited in line behind Wess, fumbling with his wallet while he waited. He ended up ordering a caramel mocha, somehow managing not to drop his wallet as he paid and accepted the coffee. "Would you like to s-sit down?" he asked, gesturing to a small, out of the way booth near one of the windows(Ok, I am back!)
Wess nodded, “Sure!” Wess took a seat and sipped his coffee. He looked out the window, looking at the scenery.
Vien slid into the booth as well, his foot tapping to hide the nervous tics that tended to cause his twitching to get worse. He sipped his coffee absently, trying to think of something to say
The silence of the library made Tristan the slightest bit scared, and he noticed that it did. I need to get out of here. As Jean-Jacques Rousseau said: Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death. He began walking faster, trying to remember his way out of the library.