forum Roleplay?

Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Fae grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. “Like this one?”, she asked, picking up a heavy rock that fit the description.

He squinted, "Uh, I think so," he waded over to her.

Fae grinned so wide she thought her cheeks would split. “Really?!” God, I sound like an 8 year old.

He laughed at her sudden enthusiasm, "Yah. I can oen it by throwing it like hulk against another rock or wait til I get a whet saw which… no promise on that," he humored.

Fae laughed, handing it to him. “This whole afternoon has been amazing, Cruz. Thank you.”

Oops, sorry!!!)

Macha landed with a whumph, careful not to knock anything over. She stuck her tongue out at Sabine, laughing. “Cheater!”

How do you pronounce Macha? Cuz all my friends says it wrong…)

Sabine laughed. "I am NOT a cheater!" She said good naturedly.

Macha panted, grinning. “You, uh, sort of forgot to mention you had super speed.”, she laughed.

Sabine giggled. "I did, didn't I?"

(No, cha as in the Brazilian way to pronounce tea, which is called cha.)

Like, a weird almost ‘hh’ sounding noise except more throaty?) the sound you make when you’re annoued?

Macha shook her head, smirking. “Never.”

(No, cha as in the Brazilian way to pronounce tea, which is called cha.)

Like, a weird almost ‘hh’ sounding noise except more throaty?) the sound you make when you’re annoued?

(Kind of, but it's more of like I'm saying Masha)

Sabine smiled. "Okay. So show me what we're doing."

(No, cha as in the Brazilian way to pronounce tea, which is called cha.)

Like, a weird almost ‘hh’ sounding noise except more throaty?) the sound you make when you’re annoued?

(Kind of, but it's more of like I'm saying Masha)

… huh? ‘Cuz Macha is the Celtic Owl goddess (I think I might be wrong), and I think it’s pronounced in the throaty hh way I said before

Macha grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her towards a very… interesting booth, where a man sat on a chair, unmoving, next to a sign that said: “Make me into a work of art using only the items on the table.”

Sabine stroked her chin for a second. "Interesting."

Macha grinned. “Yeah. The point of it is that since people all have different opinions on what art is, it will come out different each time. There are some pictures over there of past experiments.” She walked over to the table, and picked up a thick black pen. “He won’t move until at least seven people have put a tally on the sign, meaning they think their work is done.” She walked over to him, whispering. “Hey again, it’s me. Love your works.”, and writing: ‘It’s what you can’t always see that makes you who you are, a work of art.’ on the inside of his forearm, positioning it so the words could not be seen.