forum Character chat because I don't wanna work

Started May 06, 2019 by @Painted-Iris group

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(My character looks around her age, but she's really, really not.)
The girl looked up at Malachi, then sighed.
"I'm Hinata."

Anarchy blinked, still confused. "Name's Anarchy." She mumbled.

"Hm. Nice name." Hinata leaned against a tree, pulling her phone out again. She groaned.

"Thanks." She said, still convinced she was going crazy.

Hinata was quickly tapping away on her phone.

"Hey, you saw the kid with wings too, right?" She asked.

"Hey, and?" Hinata's feathers ruffled in a light breeze. She clicked her phone off and put it in her pocket.

"So I'm not going crazy?" She asked.

"Of course not." Hinata pushed herself off of the tree. She looked up at Malachi again.

"I'm honestly doubting that right now. I mean, I know of some weird bs, but this?"

Hinata gave a dry laugh.
"Oh, trust me. There's some truly weird sh*t in the multiverse."

"I'm sorry, what?" She looked at her like she grew a second head. "That's an actual thing?"

"Oh honey, you have so much to learn." Hinata gave a soft smile.
"Then again, ignorance is bliss."

"It is until some crazy scientist don't think you're useful because it turns out the people you're the reincarnation of were musicians." She muttered under her breath.

"Um… okay, that sucks." Hinata looked over at Anarchy.

"What?" She asked, not realizing she actually said that out loud.

"Um… nothing." Hinata shook her head. She rested her left hand on her sword hilt.
(Not threateningly!!)

Anarchy glanced down, noticing the weapon. "When they hell did you get a sword?"

"About…" She counted on her fingers.
"Two? yeah, about two hundred years ago. Oh, you mean how did he appear. Well, I keep my swords stored in my mind until I don't want to store them."

"…I'm just going to pretend that makes sense." She said, really way to sleep deprived to be dealing with this.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Hinata shrugged.

"Not surprised, really."

Hinata shrugged again. She felt her phone buzz, so she pulled it out.

Anarchy settled herself in the tree better, moving to retie her laces.