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*vanishes through inter-dimensional portal*
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Dalton
Dalton glanced over his shoulder as he ran to see if he was still being pursued. He couldn’t see anything.
Suddenly, something smashed through the roof in front of him, then through the floor. [Assuming Twitch wasn’t on the highest floor of the building?]
Dalton lurched to a halt and scrambled backwards. His hand groped to his side, but he had no weapon. Voices were coming from the hole, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying.
He edged nearer nervously, then glanced over his shoulder again.
The masked and hooded phantom was standing behind him.
Dalton yelped and scrambled forward, forgetting the gaping hole in the floor. He fell and grabbed at a beam, but his hands slipped off and he landed on the floor with a crash.
“Ow.”
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Unfortunately your evil little ploy has failed. The silent treatment will not get to me!! Farewell!
*phases through the floor*
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AN INSULT! I CHALLENGE THEE, FOUL FIEND, TO A DUEL! WE FIGHT AT DAWN! TO THE DEATH! PREPARE YOURSELF!
*vanishes in a flaming blaze of epic-ness*
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*keeps facepalming*
😣 <- this face shows the constant torment she inflicts on me.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksLol, Poor Dalton. ( I mean, not that I haven’t sent characters crashing through the floor before…)
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:normal people don’t just pull out knives and start handling them
I guess I’m not normal by your definition…YAY! I’M SO EXCITED, I’M NOT NORMAL! NOT NORMAL! IT’S THE BEST THING IN THE WOOOOORRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLDDDDDD!
*keeps singing that I’m not normal*
I have two knives that I absolutely LOVE! Both from the same company. I no longer use a silly pencil sharpener, hay bail strings are cut in milliseconds, and horsey apples are cleanly cut with ease. I have them in my pocket on every walk, and I even keep a mini one (it’s two inches long, so I don’t count it as a knife really) in my coloring pencil case. Oh, and I have twirled one of them slowly around in my fingers before, it was great. And I love finding the balancing point and just sitting there with it resting perfectly on my pointer finger!
😣 <- this face shows the constant torment she inflicts on me.
Don’t worry, your not alone. There are times my big brother wishes I was not around, but it’s all good. Couple slams against the wall, a little bit of a wrestle and a few punches and it’s all resolved! 🙂
Jk! He’s only a year and a half older, but he’s twice as strong as me. I have a few advantages, but we mostly avoid full-out fighting.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I think Alpha needs to meet his ghost…
Alpha Grath
His knives were out with a flash of metal, one in each hand. The edges glowed red. Alpha stared down at the newcomer, his eyes loosing their smiling luster and instead taking on flames.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Before the drop-in could reply, Alpha heard his name called. He lifted his eyes from the man on the floor to the edge of the room, where stood a figure surrounded by a black cloud, with all that could be seen were his glowing red eyes. Alpha’s blood ran cold. With reflexes quicker than the eye, he sheathed one of his knives and had a throwing knife in his hand. The knife flew through the air, towards the shadow. With a thud, the knife harmlessly passed through and hit the wall.
Reaching his hand out, Alpha’s knife came back to his grip, passing unhindered through the shadow.
“Alpha,” it said again, it’s voice terrible, cold, like death. “Son of Grathmere, Emperor of half the Galaxy. Be what you were made to be. It is your destiny.”
“No.” Alpha’s voice pitched low in resistance.
“I tell you once more, whether willingly or no, you will be what was your purpose.”
“No!” In rage, Alpha charged the shadow, but it dissipated into a grey vapor, twisting and curling out of human sight. Alpha halted.
“Achlys, find me that thing.”
“I cannot find it, Alpha,” Her female voice replied. “It is not on my instruments.”
He sheathed his knives, with a loud huff.
“Never,” he whispered under his breath.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Twitch’s ghost won’t show up for a while.
Also, not that it really matters, but I’m going to make Twitch’s hair gray like it originally was instead of blonde.
Twitch
Twitch scowled at the ceiling, then down at the boy on the ground, wondering why the sky had decided to rain down young men on her today.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
Alpha, unsurprisingly, drew his knives. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
Suddenly, a large shadow materialized next to him. It whispered and hissed something that made him angry. He charged it, but it disappeared.
After a moment of silent shock, Twitch went to help the boy on the ground to his feet, still glancing about warily.
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
Btw, I think the way we’re doing it, the ghosts can appear to only their target without anyone else seeing them, but they still could appear to other people if they wanted to. In this case, it probably doesn’t matter, though.
Dalton’s ghost will probably only appear to him, at least for now. If it appears to other people, I’ll specifically make note of it.
Dalton
Dalton looked on in bewilderment as the one in all black charged towards what looked like a shadow. But it vanished. Dalton looked up and froze. The masked thing was standing at the edge of the hole in the ceiling, looking down at him. He looked around. Neither of the other two seemed to see it.
The girl with gray hair and large metal circles over her eyes [Dalton has no idea what glasses are] helped him up, without a glance at the figure above.
“Th-thanks,” Dalton stammered, taking his eyes away from the hole for a moment. When he looked back, the figure was gone.
Dalton glanced around the room wildly, but there was no sign of it.
It’s gone, he thought in relief. For now, at least…
“Um… sorry for…falling down here,” he said, addressing the other two. “I er… slipped. Do…either of you know where we are?”
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📚 Appreciator of Books@rae Despite the fact that he is supposed to be the one from the Star Wars universe, the Tech you see here won’t be exactly like that. He’s a dragon, like Snake (actually, a descendant of him according to the story), for one thing. The other thing is, he’s now a cyborg after some unfortunate happenings. One of his legs, various parts of both of his wings and his back, and his eyes are all bionic. The lenses of his goggles have been turned into screens which display eyes with square pupils, and also can light up like lanterns. I’m thinking of making them change color based on his emotions, but haven’t gone through with it.
oh, and Alpha’s thing with knives isn’t too weird. TBH, Snake is kinda like that too. He doesn’t have too many weapons on him in the RP he’s in, but back home, he has wayyy too many lol.
@loopylin @jonas @kyronthearcanin @lydibug I’m just going to tag everyone ok?
@princesachronicle22 welcome!Tech
There were voices. Several of them, in fact.
Tech rounded the corner to see a bunch of humanoids. Small ones, certainly not dragons. One of them had obvious weaponry–at least ten visible knives.
Danger level: high, despite their small size, his mind informed him, the words projected in the corner of his vision.
He decided to stay in the shadows.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
They’ll probably find him anyway. His eye beams are probably projecting on the wall right now, lol.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
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