forum Rooftops RP {Dystopian Utopia} (OPEN)
Started by @ShadeStar
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(Or they could ask her, but honestly you guys choose.)

(0of, they could ask her first)

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@ShadeStar

Chrysi hoped the other two wouldn't be long, she would need all of them if they were going to stea- she meant persuade one of the new mutations.

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Mar’s tail twitched. “Why dont we ask her first, she’d probably come with us anyways.”

@Honeybee_

"Yea, that'd be a better idea" she replied, doubting her first thought. She walked up to and talked to her, telling her about the situation.

@gracehustle

Asalin continued along, scowling at the ground and focusing on what she was going to eat. Her stomach growled and she sighed, stopping and looking around for something to eat.

@ShadeStar

Chrysi pulled out her notebook, a small digital battery pack that once the pen was removed sprung to life with a light blue screen attached. She started to take notes as the Myth floats went past. Pixies, Elves, and Mers were coming her way.

@Shadow_Knight group

(OMG I'm sorry I had a relative over. Just assume that Chesh was paying attention and knows what is going on.)
Chesh was ever so slightly disappointed that they chose talking over kidnapping but said nothing. She had to keep her self calm in public so she didn't cause a scene and blow their cover. "Got anything good Chrysi?" She asked.

@Honeybee_

She soon came back with the girl, guiding her onto the rooftop, "Here we are." she hummed, introducing the girl to her friends
(What shall the girl's name be?)

@ShadeStar

(The girl is Asalin…………………………………………………………………… Like @@gracehustle's character.)

@ShadeStar

(It's fine! Also they're like a way above everyone else. The RP is called rooftops cause the rebels operate… On the rooftops. Just a quick thing that I figured I should clear up.)

Chrysi sighed as she looked through her notes, "Not yet… Wait what's that next float?"

The float was covered in dark red scales with golden accent and a clear eastern choice of design. In the back was a towering throne with a boy sitting on it looking tall and proud almost. Had they finally figured it out? No, the boy had no INK. They were still uncertain, but yet here it is in the parade. The Dragon gene.