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General Waffleson popped one shiny black earbud out of his ear,
pausing his playlist. "What? Can't you see I'm in the middle of
something?"
"You are drawing a robot riding a quesodilla," Jamie replied, "I think you can leave it."
"Fine. What is it?" Waffleson asked, dropping his pencil.
"Well, I found this thing in a closet down the hall. It looks pretty cool and I think you should check it out."
"You told Rosemary or Lights yet?" Waffleson asked.
"Yeah.
Rosemary told me to go away, but I think Lights might be intrigued.
Said he would come when he finished reading his comic."
"Neat,"
Waffleson replied, standing up and stretching, "Show me the goods,
Jamie." Jamie led Waffleson out of his drawing room passing several
stacks of papers and untidy piles of leadless mechanical pencils as he
left. They walked down the adjacent corridor, passing a window that
showed the expanses of space outside the station where the crew made
their home.
"Right here," Jamie said, pulling on a iron handle on
the wall. Inside was a cramped space containting only one object, a
large silver disc-shaped object turned on its side so it fit in the
closet. Waffleson raised his eyebrows.
"Never seen this before."
"I know, me neither. That's why I thought it was worth checking out."
"Think we should roll it out?" Waffleson mused.
"Alright," Jamie agreed, placing his hands on the top and pulling down. Waffleson helped guide it to rest on the floor, face up.
"'Sup crash kings," came a voice from behind them, "How's it- What in the name of DESTROYA is that?!"
"Hey,
Lights. Honestly, I have no idea what this thing is," Waffleson
answered, surveying the mysterious disc. It was silver around the edges,
rusted slightly, with several brass-colored pegs lining a hole in the
middle that was swirling with a kind of green energy. "Someone go get
Rose. She'll wanna see this."
"On it," Lights Out called out, walking down the corridor. The other two stood there awkwardly.
"Dare you to poke it," said Jamie.
"Seriously?" Waffleson asked.
"Yeah, come on."
"Okay,
but if it chops my hand off I will smite you," Waffleson threatened,
leaning over the silver ring. Tentatively, he poked it. It made a
'bwoop' sound and his finger went right through. He drew back quickly,
but his finger wasn't harmed. "Huh."
"When Rose and Lights come back, we should jump in."
"You pulling my leg? Or do you just have this sudden obsession with idiotic ideas?"
"No really. I'm totally going in."
"Your funeral." Five minutes later Lights Out, Rosemary, Jamie, and Waffleson were standing around the disc object.
"Do you think it's some kind of portal?" Rose asked.
"Yup. And I'm going in," Jamie answered.
"Really?" she asked, "You're even dumber than I thought."
"Watch me," said Jamie, and before anyone could stop him he had jumped into the portal.
"HALABAGUTCHET!" Waffleson swore. "Does that mean we have to go after him?"
"I guess," replied Lights, pressing his mask onto his face. Waffleson hopped into the portal. Lights followed him.
Rose rolled her eyes, and with a last, "Morons," she jumped into the portal after them.
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I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with this. It may be an RP or a Solo Write, but for now, here's a charrie sheet I guess. Put down the stuff for your CBer self or AEs or Captchas.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Any equipment:
Any info on where they come from/what they do:
Other:
Whatever this turns out to be, I think it's going to be pretty cool. I'm exited.
submitted by General Waffleson, age -456, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(May 14, 2018 - 3:39 pm)
(May 14, 2018 - 3:39 pm)
(May 21, 2018 - 6:57 pm)
This sounds super good! Joining.
Name: Chinchilla
Age: Mmm. 13
Gender: Femaaaale! Like most of the CBers. (Also - fun fact, while Chatterbox seems to be mostly female-dominated, most amatuer animators seem to be men! At least most minecraft animators....)
Appearance: A relatively athletic build (Hey - I do competitive swimming. Frankly though, even the boys who are, like, ten, have more obvious muscle than me. However, I'm comfortable in the knowledge that at least I'll very probably never be beaten by someone who'se a foot shorter than me in 50 free.) Auborn-ish hair, about shoulder length. Usually wears a large floppy newsbys cap. Short sleeved green T-shirt over a dark blue longsleeve shirt. Usually wears light blue knee-length skirt with striped tights underneath. (Never speficied what colour the tights are, though...) Sometimes holds a sword scabbard slung over the right shoulder with a greek-style sword in it. What my cBer wears seems to be nothing like what I actually wear. Kinda weird how it seemed like the outfit came with the territory.
Personality: Eh. Usually polite. If I disagree with something it's usually super tentative - unless you're my friend in which I'll be more like, "WELL I THINK". I try to be frank while still being polite, but usually politeness wins over with strangers. Has a weird sense of humor. ("Come on frank, grab your head and lets go!") I will focous pretty much exclusively on the person talking when I'm in a conversation. Must have eye contact..... I usually need to be pacing or moving to be able to think clearly about something. I like irish music. Sometimes talks in weird voices.
Any equipment: Moi hostorically accurate Greek sword. Also maybe my fiddle. Perhaps moi CAPTCHA as well.
Any info on where they come from/what they do: Erm. Ah. Pretty much just live in Chatterbox and.... um. sort of has a librarian job.
Other: Enjoys pie.
(May 23, 2018 - 10:06 am)
(May 25, 2018 - 4:25 pm)
Please note that my charries are NOT open for shipping.
(May 28, 2018 - 7:13 am)
Can join?!?!?!?!? Is cool. :P
Name: Tyberious 'Jack or Rabbit or Jackrabbit' Firestone
Age: Exadgerating about 2 weeks, 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: I have a very light blond shoulder length hair, which is normally put into a pony tail, which looks like a rabbit's tail, hence the nickname, 'Jack or Rabbit, or Jackrabbit'. He has his axes hanging loosely at his sides, on a leather belt, on his waist. His satchel hangs next to the right one. I have soft amber eyes (ha I wish) and a small splattering of freckles. I normally wear shirts like, 'I solemly swear I'm up to no good' or 'I Am Not Clumsy, It Is Just The Floor Hates me, the tables and chairs are bullies and the wall gets in the way'. under a sweater, and black scarf. I wear ripped jeans, and brown combat boots.
Personality: I am anti-social, around strangers. I normally am an open book around friends. I love making friends, and to make music, though I think I'm bad at it. I also love to doodle my surroundings. I have a sense of humor and puns, I love writing short stories, I love dnd and horror stories and hamilton. Ima weeb.
Any equipment: Panflute, two battle axes hung at the hips. A few empty books and pens. A fox familiar. I gained the service of a familiar that takes an animal form I choose: bat, cat, crab, toad, hawk, lizard, octopus, owl, poisonous snake, quipper, rat, raven, sea horse, spider, or weasel. (I prefer Fox.) My familiar acts independently of me, but has to obey my commands. When the familiar dies, I can summon it again after one hour. As an action, I can temporarily dismiss my familiar to a pocket dimension, or dismiss it forever. I can't have more than one familiar at a time.
Any info on where they come from/what they do: My brother is Darking ( I asked permission, dont worry.) So... Magics (small thingslike snuff out 5 candes or slam all the windows open, or faint musical notes.) And books.
Other: I assure you, Jack is not my real name. Long distance is bad, short distance or running for dounuts... :) I can run a mile in * mins 30 seconds. and 2.1 miles in 21 minutes. Just for the dounuts. :l
(May 28, 2018 - 11:12 am)
Interesting, I just realised I've never read any description of your Charry personality here. (Except for the thing you just posted duh)
Sorry, went away to a sweem meet for threee days (ARGH SO TIIIIRED) so -okay gotta go!
(May 28, 2018 - 11:58 am)
Not sure I can commit to an RP (given my erratic visiting schedule), but in case this turns out like a solo write:
Name: Viola?
Age: Secreteen
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall and thin, with long hair and nails. Wears T-shirts, jeans, hiking socks and sneakers, or if she's feeling especially whimsical in the summer, a minidress, shorts or capris and knee or thigh socks.
Personality: Believes everything to be highly situational, but treats most of it with about the same level of seriousness (methodical, slowly dancing around the edge of joking). Can be variable or capricious, bubbly one day and steady or downtrodden the next. Cautious, playful, eyeing adulthood, childhood and teenagerdom all with quite a bit of suspicion. Patient, scientific, artistic, odd. Tries not to assume anything. Will occasionally come up with a string of ridiculous untrue responses to a question she doesn't know the answer to. Abhors redundancy, adores elegance. Always semiconsciously searching for interesting scraps and discarding the rest.
Equipment: A sketchbook and black gel pen, a phone, sometimes a bag and various other supplies depending on what she has and where she's going.
Background/what they do: Reads, writes, draws. Has spent a great deal of time learning various things in various ways. Has almost always been and felt safe.
Other: Sticky Note Queen. Can summon infinite sticky notes in an array of shapes and sizes at will.
(May 29, 2018 - 3:22 pm)
OKAY! I think I'm ging to completely change my charry apearance because..... um.... It looks nothing like what I would actually wear...? Plus I want to POST on this without just topping. SO, here is the revised and expanded (New and improved!) version! Admins, you don't have to bother deleting the original charrie sheet I filled out. Seriously, you guys are probably so busy with more important posts that you really shouldn't bother, SO HERE IT IS!
Name: Chinchilla
Age: Eh, 13
Gender: Feeeeemaaaaaale!
Appearance: Has a light grey-green floppy newsboy cap with Green-tinted steampunk goggles that perch on top of it. Wears light blue pants that both have patches on the knees. Green shirt with blue long-sleeve shirt under it, and wears electric-green-blue sneakers. Dark green eyes (If only...) and shoulder-length curly aurborn hair. Wears glasses with very dark blue frames, and a steampunk watch. Also - Greek style sword slung at my back. Still relatively athletic build.
Personality: Usually polite. If I disagree with something it's usually super tentative - unless you're my friend in which I'll be more like, "WELL I THINK". I try to be frank while still being polite, but usually politeness wins over with strangers. Has a weird sense of humor. ("Come on frank, grab your head and let's go!") I will focous pretty much exclusively on the person talking when I'm in a conversation. Must have eye contact..... I usually need to be pacing or moving to be able to think clearly about something. I like irish music. Sometimes talks in weird voices. Aaand that's about it! oh! And I love to draw and write. Also, I usually like to be exact in what I say. Words are precious, never use the second cousin of the right word. Sometimes I think through my answer to thing a lot (In serious questions) but I can also trip and stumble and stutter over my words when I'm super excited.
Any equipment: The Green-tinted steampunk goggles, and the Greek-style sword. The sword's blade is a shiny black, it sort of looks like how obsidian would look like if it was, um, a sword. Bronze-coloured pommel at the back. Mostly just black leather for the grip and scabbard.
Any info on where they come from/what they do: Well. I sort of have a - okay I definitely have a librarian job. I usually hang out at the CBer library and help people check out books and find books and whatnot - other librarian things.
Other: I like rasberry pie. Also apple pie if it's made well.
So, when can we start? Also, if this is gonna be a bit like an RP, I will write in third person, sort of. I actually prefer to write in third person, just usually in RPs people write in first person.
(May 31, 2018 - 3:30 pm)
ARGH NO WHY DO I DO THIS - Also adding that I can shapeshift into a crow. Usually whatever is at hand that I'm holding at the moment has... um. WELL, ever wondered where the rest of the body weight goes when, um, I shapeshift? It's just the extra weight is usually added to whatever I happen to be holding. Just the weight-feeling, not like, um, actually flesh or anything disturbing. Jut wanted to clarify. Usually the crow form looks normal,
Hey, Tiberious, just wondering, in my sort of kind of not really story ideas, using magic takes energy, so if you use too much, you pass out, effectively. Or, you, uh, die. (ALSO ELEMENTALS DON'T HAVE THIS PRoBLEM BECAUSE THEY CAN NATURALLY BEND THIS SPECIFIC ELEMENT AND ONLY DO STUFF WITH THAT ELEMENT LIKE IN AVATAR BUT WITH NORMAL MAGIC USERS YOU USUALLY HAVE AN ELEMENT YOU'RE CLOSEST TO WHICH YOU CAN USE BUT YOU STILL USE YOUR POWER AND ENERGY TO DO STUFF WITH IT so you could still pass out. That's what I'm thinking for my story, though.)
So I was just wondering if it's the same thing with your magic, Tiberious. How does it work? Is it just a limitless amount of magic you can channel, or are you limited by your prowess? Do you have to practice, or were you born with it? Are you just born with a certain amount of power, or can anyone use magic? Or is it a blend of both? Sorry, just wanted to get at the science behind it all.... Maybe I should add that I like to get in-depth about stuff and try to figure out how it works.
(May 31, 2018 - 3:39 pm)
Its liek the dnd thaumatergy cantrip, I can use it but only use to do small things, If I wanted to do something BIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGG like control one element for 30 mins or something, It would take a lot out of me and I would pass out and stuffsssssssssssssss.......... :P Hope that answers everything. Captcha says " Roge" Roge, Rouje? Rouge? what?
(June 1, 2018 - 5:42 pm)
Your Lil' CAPTCHA could have misspelled the spanish word for red, Rojo. (I think... I KNOW how to pronounce it, but I've never spelled it before..) Orr perhaps she was describing herself, or you. Thanks for answering my questions, though.
(June 2, 2018 - 2:12 pm)
thread, go all the WAY to the top!!!
Also, has anyone seen Waffleson?
(June 2, 2018 - 2:27 pm)
Mm, not on this thread recently, no. Also, GW, just wondering, when to we start? (I'm listening to To Battle by THUNDERSTEP studios and it's so awesome every is suddenly so epic)
(June 2, 2018 - 3:15 pm)
Sorry about not being active recently. I'm making my own tabletop RPG and it's quite time-consuming. I don't think I will make this an RP. I think this'll just be a solo write. You'll see why when I start. I haven't acheived writing mindset yet, and I may not acheive it soon. I have no idea when we will start, as I do not like giving myself time limits. But here's a thing:
Jamie fell flat on his face against a rocky ground. He let out an "Ughhh," and quickly rolled to the side. Waffleson fell next, landing on his back with an "OOF!" Then came Lights, who rolled when he landed, brushing his jacket off when he finished. Rosemary landed perfectly fine. Waffleson got up let out an involuntary "Woah." The area around him was diverse to say the least. There was red rock below him, forming strange formations for about a mile. ahead of him though was a completely different environment, a lush green rainforest filled with tall trees inexplicably sewn onto the red rock he was standing on.
"This kinda reminds me of something..." Jamie remarked.
"Yeah," Lights agreed, "wasn't there a comic with a planet like this? Secret Fights or something?"
"Close enough."
Suddenly, they heard voices coming from the forest. "What was that?" came the voice.
"What was what?" said a second voice.
"I thought I heard other voices."
"I'm sure it's nothing."
"I'm going to check it out anyway, Onyx." Waffleson's crew heard the sound of footsteps crunching through the brush. Waffleson drew his toaster gun, Rosemary held her book threataningly, Jamie grabbed his TRON disc, and Lights Out drew his gun. A figure appeared from the brush and vines of the rainforest who promptly yelled, "I COME IN PEACE! DO NOT KILL ME!"
Lights lowered his gun hollering back at the person, "Who are you?"
"CoyoteDomino! Please lower your weapons!"
The group lowered their weapons, walking over to the forest area. "What the heck is going on?" Waffleson asked.
(June 3, 2018 - 12:02 pm)
Nice! Your writing style is more fast-paced than mine, it's a much quicker read. (Just random thing I dunnow if that's bad or not - I don't think it's bad, I quite like it, just random note)
(June 3, 2018 - 2:51 pm)