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Started September 05, 2018 by @Nomadicd20 group

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Oh do I have a character that fits that prompt well. I’m gonna do something on it.

"How did you even- I just- oh mY GOD-" Danny sat in the tree, munching on an apple as he watched, unamused, his teammates fumbling around the clearing. Riverpaw was yelling at Thunder, Zorro was crying about her now-burned makeshift plush toy, and Jayson and Aqua were rushing to find something to gather water in. It would've been easy to just use the water they'd already been supplied, but they needed that. It would've been even easier for Aqua to use her water magic, but they'd been forbidden to use their powers. "Dammit, Thunder, small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!"
Camping training was going well so far.

(Only thing I could think of because these are my brother's characters, aside from Riverpaw, and I absolutely believe this has happened at some point.)

Aww Riverpaw! she was in my very first RP

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(Sorry I ment to push the button but I guess I didn't)

Week 36: “Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!”

"Lord Inferno…you are part of this current situation…we allowed you to set a small fire…but said 'small fire', became catastrophic to several of Lady Gaia's forests."
The Elemental Lords and Ladies had gathered as they usual did every full moon of the month. At the head of the large table sat Lord Hydrus, whom currently held a beautiful dark purple feather quill. He was seemingly jotting a few things down, his single eye staring intently towards the paper in front of him.
On the man's left sat a woman with long, pale blonde hair. Her green eyes lifted as she heard Hydrus address her. A frown crossed the woman's delicate features at the mention of 'fire'. Her eyes shifted towards the opposite side where Hydrus sat, landing on another muscular male. He was leaning back in his chair, boots propped up on the table. His very form seemed to emit intense heat. He was currently munching on an apple, seemingly in his own world, completely ignoring the entire the ones around him.
Hydrus looked to his other side, where another woman currently sat, "Lady Tempest, if you could please…"
The dark haired woman seemed to huff under her breath, but did as asked. Her gaze shifted towards her fellow lord who was still oblivious to everything. Her icy eyes seemed to spark, a low rumble of thunder suddenly sounding in the distance. Then with some unknown word or movement, a flash of blue electricity streaked downwards, zapping the once sitting Lord Inferno.

Lord Inferno fell with a yelp, body twitching uncontrollably from the sudden shock of a lightning bolt. Lord Hydrus gave a sigh as he waited for the other to finish his 'dramatic' act.
Inferno suddenly sat bolt upright, "WHAT THE FUCK?!? DAMN'T! EVERY SINGLE TIME!"
"Just be glad I was not the one to wake you from your stupor Lord Inferno. Now then, back to the matter at hand of you burning Lady Gaia's forests. I remember specifically the Lady of the Earth asking for your flames to burn a corrupted nest, she would've asked the dragons, but felt it was too big of a risk, not wanting to get any of the great beasts injured. Gaia herself would've taken care of the corruption, but you know as well as the rest of us that the only true way to rid the world of the corruption, is to burn it."
"Yea, yea, get to the point already water idiot…you know I have a hard time following this political shit."
Lord Hydrus seemingly facepalmed. He left his hand covering his face for several moments, before slowly sliding downwards to rest by his side. The glassy pool in the eyepatch covering his left eye started to swirl, the waters seeming to become stormy. His good, right eye rested on the fiery male, shifting to a dark blue.
"Lady Gaia specifically requested a small, contained fire. She left you there for several moments, to only come back to several forests burnt down…"
Lord Inferno took another bite from his apple. He was in mid-chew when he stopped to look towards Hydrus. He swallowed the lump of chewed food down his throat before replying with a shrug, "Ok, I might've overdone it with the flames…but just wanted to make sure the corruption was dead, ya know? I don't what those little bastards crawling in my skin and controlling me. So more fire was just a precaution to make sure nothing like that will ever happen."
All three sets of eyes stared at the Lord of Fire, who continued to sit and eat his apple. Sometimes trying to get through to the guy was like beating your head against a brick wall…

Week 37: Your alternate-universe self comes to kill you. The only thing is, you are the evil version.

Week 38: A child is kidnapped. Outraged, the monsters under the bed and in their closet vow to find them.

"What kind of monster steals a child!?" The red-eyed gremlin shrieked with confused rage, pacing around the room.
"We are monsters." A yellow-eyed bat squeaked from the ceiling, but the gremlin ignored her. "We have to find him. He's out there with some stranger, scared and probably hurt. We have to find him!"
"Eden," A large, horned wolf growled, "calm down. We'll find him." She reached out and stopped the tiny monster with her large paw, then looked over the room. "Has anyone heard from Norvix?"
One of the six other creatures in the room raised a hand. "He said he and the others would be out soon, but he didn't explain the delay."
A high-pitched scoff came from above, and the smaller of the two bats looked at the closet door. "I suspect they're in there screaming their heads off. The boy does have a stronger relationship with the Closet, and I honestly won't blame them if they're busy crying and tearing things apart right now."

As if those words had summoned them, the closet door opened, and a large, yellow-eyed owl stepped out of the darkness. "Melva." He said, and the wolf nodded to him. "Norvix. I assume you've heard the news?"
"We have, and we are not happy." As he entered the bedroom, eight other monsters followed, anger in their eyes.
"That man is going to pay dearly for his sin." A large snake with purple eyes slithered up the wall and curled around a window, looking out at the neighborhood. A wisp-like creature floated up next to him and made a quiet sound of agreement, its normally-kind eyes glaring at every human on the street.
"We have to find him first, Orin." The bigger of the bats said.
"Well then let's find him, and give him the worst nightmares imaginable!"
"But we've hardly ever left the safety of the house! How are we supposed to locate a human from the Outside? Wouldn't it be dangerous?"
"Bring on the danger!"
"Yeah, we need to save our kid!"
"Quiet!" Norvix's loud hiss had the room's eyes turning to him and his spot on the bed next to Melva. "We will find him. Alex is the light in our dark lives, and we will find him and bring him home."

For the rest of the day and into the night, the monsters of the Bed and the Closet searched for their missing child. They'd all been so confused, and even a little scared, when they'd found out that he wasn't afraid of them, but he'd been oh so kind to them in the following years.

They eventually came to adore the 4-year-old and the drawings he'd make of him with his new friends.
They knew the police would be looking for him too, but humans were incompetent.
The monsters would find Alexander.

When they did not see the child at first, they assumed that maybe he was staying somewhere else. But her tongues flicked outwards, she knew this was no 'trip.' Indeed, when the shadows crept up she followed, and inspected the room; a sight to a normal human being that would be quite horrifying. Her appearance was hard to see in the darkness, though it was almost always tricky to see, as were the other 'monsters.' The term did not bother her one bit. She tapped on the ground, before pressing her head to the floor, hearing the faint whispers of the radio downstairs.
"8 year old child Henry Benton is still missing. If you see him, please-" The only words, the confirmation she needed was that. Kyzalk slithered back to the closet, something that seemed small, but to the monsters within, it was their home. A spider like being, with a face full of tentacles approached, body masked by the shadows, just as most of the monsters that would be seen here today.
"Kyzalk," it hissed, though gathered no unfriendliness in its tone, "what have you gathered?"
"The boy," multiple sets of eyes glowed in the dark, creatures big and small leaning in, "has been stolen away."
A collection of mutters and whispered filled the closet when the spider known as Meris responded. "Kidnapped?"
"Yes."
"This is outrageous!" A bulky being stepped forwards with a roar, with an ape like body, but deer like horns peering from the top of his head. "Who would do it?" He growled. Kyzalk raised her serpentine like body up, her back fins fanning out. Another creature, a large bird it seemed, flew down from the ceiling. "A monster can go without a child for a while. But to have him stolen away, so young.."
"Is SimPLY UnNACcepTABLE!" A voice sounding like multiple interrupted. Many. Many, as in that was what it was called. Many. Many's several heads constantly moved around in the faint lighting the outside had to offer.
"But what shall we do?" Meris asked.
"For a start," the bird said, "we can alert the monsters of the bed."
"On it." A small rat crept outside of the closet, and under the bed.
"But where will we find the boy?"
"We, as Henry's Monsters, have a connection. We WILL find him using it." Kyzalk said.
"I am referring to how we will need to go outside."
"OuTSIde? The DANgER iS… hoRRibLE!" Many cackled.
The ape like being approached the centre, where the decision would soon be made. "Outside. Won't we turn to stone, or to dust? Won't the Angels catch us?" The monster asked, a hint of worry. Meris bobbed up and down, seeming to agree. "OuTSIDE, we SaW Z'LOrGa bEcOmE a PILE of DuST! YeS, it's trUE!"
Kyzalk sighed. "Z'lorga simply moved on to a different house. He is alive and well. I still have a connection with his energy. And that applies to Henry. Besides, you are right, in a way, Many. Z'lorga did go outside. But he did not die. The idea that we turn to stone, to dust in the light is a myth, to keep the young and inexperienced from blowing our cover."
"DaRN.." Many sighed, backing away. Meris also seemed a bit tense. She was after all, fond of the traditional ways. It would be hard for her to let go. But she wanted Henry back, like everyone within the house.
"The only thing we worry about," Kyzalk floated upwards, "is being spotted. Stick to the countryside, or in cover. Travel at night. And leave no witnesses, if any."
"An unfortunate way to put that, but no one but the children should know of our existence." The bird dipped its head, closing three red eyes.
"We are going to find him." Kyzalk turned towards the opening, moving to leave the closet. "We will find him." And for the first time in a while, Kyzalk's purple feathers and scales were visible in the light.
And so they would find Henry, no matter what.

Week 39: I inherited a gift people would die for. A gift many would die to protect. A gift, I didn’t even want.

403rd try. New assistant. Young face, green hair. Stupid punk necklace, also glowing green. He comes down the tunnels towards me with an overly tough, let's-do-this-thing expression. I doubt he's been told how many times I've done this already.
"Let's do this," he growls.
"Sir."
"Let's do this, sir. Sorry, sir."
"To the left."
We leave the intersection, and after a while we start climbing stairs. They go up for a while, but neither of us shows fatigue. The doors at the top slide open as we approach. We enter the land of the free, and the first thing we hear is footsteps. Metal boots.
I pull Green into a side alleyway, and the boots pass by for the 403rd time. I climb up the building next to us, Green follows. The roof is silent. An empty military helicopter sits, blades swishing through the air. I am already sitting int eh pilot's seat.
We take off into densely gray air, I put on some music, pull out a knife and stab the assassin behind me. ETA five minutes, destination Port 16. Green stares out the window at the port, always in sight. It is a narrow metal cylinder of a tower, reaching up far beyond the clouds. Touchdown is easy. Through the doors, eye scan, password, elevator, through more doors. We arrive in an open, endless desert of white, snow-like sand. There are transparent walls around us, forming the outline of a room. No one really understands how they do it, but they created a mini portal inside Port 16 to take important humans to one of their planets. Easier for us to come to them, they said. Green has no reaction - he's read about all of this, watched documentaries, heard stories, et cetera. But the view has always been breathtaking to me. A beautiful ocean of light, serene under a sky filled with bright purple stars, a gentle breeze constantly stirring the grains. Like a Japanese rock garden, with large globes of glass sitting around instead of rocks. This half of this planet has been named the Glassy Sea because of the orbs.
"So your government tells me you have something that will change out minds," says the voice, not bothering with an introduction again. The voice belongs to a very long, white rope. About as wide as my arm, perfectly smooth and clean, no mouth or other features whatsoever. Around humans, this one calls itself Jack.
"Yes," I say at the same time as Green says, "Your minds should have already been changed."
"My name is Jack." It has given itself a smart, professional-sounding voice. "First, you should know that whatever it is you think will be so helpful to us, it won't be. We have had no trouble spreading throughout the galaxies. We have no need of resources. We may accept your gift as a courtesy, but-"
"First, I know you're wrong," I say. "You have met increased resistance whenever you try to take a step further, you food substances are going extinct, and your citizens are starting to rebel."
"How do you know?" Both Jack and Green demand. My mind flicks back to a few necessary torture sessions with Jack. Information is easy.
"Second…I am not a gift. I have no intention of helping you. I'm here to help the human race."
"Okay," Jack says. "How much-"
"I want all of your technology, and I want it free. I want you to stop taxing and threatening us, I want you to remove your outposts from Earth, and I want you to give back everything you stole."
He says no, we recite the argument, he gets mad again, more aliens are called in, Green pulls out his Tazer.
"What's so hard about this?" I ask. "Earth is one planet among hundreds. Why can't you give it up?"
"Earth is most like our home planet," Jack says for the 388th time.
"But why do you care?" Green snaps. "You have fifteen home planets!"
"They don't," I say. "They have two, one is completely dead."
"You can't tell us to do anything," Jack tells me. "If you keep arguing, we'll be provoked to more violent actions."
I have a sigh and sit down on the couch my last assistant died on. "You already have. What I'm saying is, you're stuck. If you say no, I'm just going to try again. If you say yes and lie, I'm just going to try again. The only way out is for you to do what I said right now."
"But what could humans possibly have over us?" Jack lays down on the couch opposite me. "I could have you killed right now. That seems like the opposite of stuck."
"If you kill me, I won't die. I'll respawn back when this day started and come back here."
"That isn't a reason to give you all our technology," Jack says impatiently. "If you're telling the truth, you should have learned by now that you have no control over us. We will always do what we want."
"Then we'll make you want to obey us!" Green yells. "Give it up!"
I cross my arms a second later than last time. "Look. I'm standing at the crossroad of an infinite amount of universes. I'm the only one who can move. You can't move. I can make different choices, I change the outcome every time. I decide what universe everyone continues into. You. Are powerless."
An offended pause.
"If you kill me, or anything else goes wrong, I just try the next universe. And this is an infinite number of universes, so despite what you say, I'm going to come across one where you do surrender. It's very painstaking, but it will happen and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Nothing?"
"No."
"Oh, well," Jack says. "We'll just continue in this universe without you, and you can try the next one."
A lazer sweeps across the room, but I've already ducked. 60th time they've tried this.
"Please," I say. "Just let me have a break. Just think about it this time."
The laser sweeps across the room again. Jack is already gone. I hear a heavy thud and turn.
Green is laying on the sand, a diagonal cut separating his chest from his lower body. He stares up at me. "How many times have we done this?"
"None," I say. "You're new."
His mouth screws up. "How many others have died?"
"All of them, about thirty. That laser got most of them."
"What was different this time?"
"I crossed my arms a second later."
He cranes his neck, eyes watering. "Don't make me die again, don't…"
"You'll probably be more helpful next time."
"Thanks. I'm a human being, dammit! You can't keep killing us!"
"I'm not killing you," I say absently. "They are."
"You're as bad as they are," he gurgles as he dies. "You kill soldiers."
I shrug wearily. "Just tell me what the difference is between dying once permanently and dying 403 times, to respawn again in a world you don't even love anymore."
The laser comes back and I let it cut my head off.
404th try.

NICE!

this was a wild fuckin ride i love it

Week 40: A thief steals from a witch, but she doesn’t curse him… she hires him.

(Sorry I missed last week, I was really busy. This is the last prompt from me, but again I won’t delete the thread in case you want to reflect or keep posting.)

I have a newer thread just called Writing Prompts that is also going to be weekly if anyone wants to keep doing prompts.

Week 2: Describe the color, smell, and taste of loneliness.

Left in his room, Vince could tell you all about loneliness. It tasted like cold cereal in the mornings, and the slowly dwindling tubs of ice cream. It was the smell of all his folded laundry, and not a single other scent, It was the color of…. well everything. It was the color of the house, of the TV, of the fridge, of every dang thing he saw and felt this overwhelming feeling over never ever going to meet anyone and feeling always the only person in the world. It was his life.