@PurplePartyTiger language
(General Chat ;)
(General Chat ;)
(I'm not sure if I would go though, depends where its held and if I should go )
(I am back)
(You missed our talk about having a convention for Notebook.ai X)
(Lol yeah)
(It's also in the General Chat)
(lets continue with the rp.)
(If we have people here
Besides us two)
Vivian wakes up suddenly, looking around confused. When she realized where she was, she let out a quiet groan.
"Stealing. Magic. Magic s-stealing," Vien rambled on with a shrug. He finished with his cookies, downing some of his glass of milk before reaching for what looked like a tiramisu cake
"That sounds about right," Beau agreed, nodding faintly as he set his half-eaten cookie down, glancing towards the others in the dining room. He was a bit glad that Vien seemed a to be doing better, so now he could focus on few other things.
Vien hummed in agreement, finishing his sweets before refilling his glass of milk. He took a long drink before setting the cup down, glancing at the different people around the room
Moraphe came downstairs, holding his shoulder. Blood seeped slowly through his fingers.
He went to the sink and began to clean himself up.
She sighed, and settled for eating a chocolate chip cookie.
Beau's eyes traveled towards Moraphe, noticing the blood that was staining his shirt and his skin. Furrowing his brow in concern, he studied the old man, wondering what had happened to him before he glanced back towards Vien. "Is it just me, or is he bleeding?" Beau mumbled with a confused tone.
“Definitely bleeding,” Vien mumbled, squinting as he watched Moraphe leave. “W-Who do you think did that to Santa?” he asked quietly
Moraphe returned holding a handful of bandages, which he proceeded to wrap around the cut.
"He said something about the weapon's room…" Beau answered, keeping his voice a little lower as he looked towards Vien. "Do you think we could check it out later?"
The corner of Vien’s lips quirked into a small smile. “You’re lucky you’ve made friends w-with the one person in the room who can unlock any lock,” he mumbled
(Swizzlesticks, that means trouble)
(Yeah, Vien’s powers let him fill a lock with his smoke and then solidify it into an exact replica of the key)
Evie ended her journal entry and used telekinesis to float herself onto the roof. She sighed.
Cammie was startled by a sudden appearance of a girl who floated herself up to the roof. "Hey!" She called out. Man I need a new place to chill out now.
The corner of Vien’s lips quirked into a small smile. “You’re lucky you’ve made friends w-with the one person in the room who can unlock any lock,” he mumbled
"Perfect," Beau answered quietly, a small grin spreading crossing his face as he glanced towards the side, checking if Moraphe was still to be found in the room.
"Oh, hello," Moraphe said, noticing Beau looking in his direction. "Nothing to worry about, just a little accident."
"What happened exactly?" Beau asked curiously, a hint of concern in his voice as he looked towards Moraphe's shoulder in question. It made him more interested in the weapon's room even if they might find something that hurt the older man.
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