SIR FRANKENFURT the 3RD

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Jeptune

She didn’t like it, she DID NOT like it. Jeptune huffed, she only liked trees when she put herself there… Or when she put others there. Recovering from the throw, she shot another sticky web at the two, as the girl tried to help her brother. Settling down, Jeptune decided to just shoot webs until the two were thoroughly s…[Read more]

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Jeptune

She didn’t like it, she DID NOT like it.

@beth-torres

I totally think you should let Carrie have her robotic arms.

Jeptune

Jeptune glanced at the dagger quickly, before liking back at the two. A web shot out towards them, thick as climbing rope and as sticky as tree sap.

@calyhuge @beth-torres @savannah_grace2009 @trailblazer @acancello @rae @jonas @highscribeofaetherium

you all are the ones who haven’t left the rp right?

ok here we go

Snake

He swooped down and grabbed a few soldiers, flinging them up into the air before freezing them into blocks of ice.

This was more fun than he’d thought.

He barely noticed…[Read more]

I’m just gonna do this:

@rae @highscribeofaetherium@grcr @beth-torres @whalekeeper@esther-c @hybridlore@savannah_grace2009 @acancello@loopylin @princesachronicle22@thearcaneaxiom We’re almost to 13, come and help us if you can!!! (I am aware a lot of you are already on, but I just copied it.)

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Jeptune

“Touching, touching. A sister and her little brother, who apparently hate each other for some reason.” The slyiad half dropped down from a tree, her eight eyes thinning, and her red lips twisted in a villianest smile. Dried blood showed on a bandage on her torso (Torso, right? I forget where my own charrie got stabbed!)…[Read more]

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I have a villain that isn’t doing anything right now, but he avoids fighting as much as he can and would especially avoid attacking someone like Carrie, unless she were for some reason to attack him first. @rae also could bring in Jeptune, and @highscribeofaetherium has the Shadow, but I can’t think of any others that aren’t alrea…[Read more]

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Probably not 😕

@keilah-h

That would probably work, though idk if the stones are in fixed locations or anything like that 🤷‍♀️

@rae @highscribeofaetherium @grcr @beth-torres @whalekeeper @esther-c @hybridlore @savannah_grace2009 @acancello @loopylin @princesachronicle22 @thearcaneaxiom

Reminder! We’re planning to smash that record into the dust at 5 EST/4 CST/3 MST/2 PST.

@beth-torres

That’s great that they don’t bother him too much! It took my brother some time to get used to, because he’s more sensitive to needles. I still can’t imagine being a three-year-old though and trying to understand what’s going on.

@beth-torres

That’s good! Does he do okay with needles?

@beth-torres

You’re fine. I don’t see why it should be ignored. It’s perfectly fine.

@beth-torres

It’s fine,  just our other charries ignored her and it works!

@highscribeofaetherium @whalekeeper @rae @beth-torres

Who wants to go next?

@beth-torres

They’re going to attack, but right now they’re still talking. We’re waiting for @calyhuge to continue their conversation. It probably won’t be too much longer.

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🔺🔺🔺

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Tren

“When I left, the armored warrior… Narrem, Narhem? Nayrem? Nahrem I think, was tossing violently in his sleep, the one the giant knocked out was still unconscious but otherwise, everything was peaceful and normal.” Tren capped his canteen. “Arm feel better?”

Silas nodded.

“Good, we can head back now. Ever since the dragons…[Read more]

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Tren

“I understand. Believe me, Fennin and I had a pet the seemed uncontrollable too, drove Auntie nuts. His name was Treestump, because everyone tripped over the little guy. It was very amusing to two little boys the mischief they could make with Treestump.” Tren chuckled, shaking his head.

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Tren

Tren looked skeptical, before seeing the blackness of Silas’s arm. His pale blue eyes widened, and he approached, gently taking Sila’s arm.

“That cat bit you? Didn’t it?” Tren didn’t wait for an answer, he pulled the canteen hanging on a strap from his shoulder to his hip over his head. “Hold out your arm.” Slowly, Tren poured…[Read more]