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Started November 20, 2021 by Deleted user

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Nori: aaaAAhhHHAAAAaaaAAAHH!!!!

Auretta: still listening to music

Spark: sighs and rubs her face Oh geez…

Tessa: Snickers Hello, all! How are you, Nori?
Serra: Laughing
Wren: Giggles You're funny, Tessa.

Nori: Im just PEACHY. Thank you. And I- notices spark oh, uh, you okay? Spark?

Spark: Yeah, other than this chaos and me losing my arm a few months back, I’m. JUST. PEACHY. she was in fact, not peachy

Tessa: Giggles Hold on a second. Reaches physically through a nearby shadow and taps Spark's shoulder
Serra: Can't breathe from laughter
Wren: Smiling, he sits down and watches the chaos unfold

Spark: I have a prosthetic, you know- glares at Tessa

Auretta: takes out earbuds Oh geez…

Nori: quiets down I'm… I'm so sorry.

Claudia has entered the chat
Claudia: a thicc ginger with bat wings and goth eyeliner, and a prosthetic leg. Hey, feathers. You called? glares at the others, who are these people?

(The other shoulder-)
Tessa: Sighs, grabs Spark with her own shadow, like she does with Nori Does that get anything- wait, who's the hottie that showed up?
Serra: Sighs I'm- ya know what, she is kinda hot though, ngl.
Wren: Laughing Calm down, you two!

Claudia: cocks her head to the side and laughs. Interesting crowd, huh.

Tessa: Bows with a flourish, black robes of shadows appearing on her person. When she looks up, her face is completely covered by a dully reflective mask Hmmm… and you're interesting yourself.
Serra: Scowls That's not fair, Tessa!
Wren: Grins at Claudia Why, thank you!

Claudia: deadpan I know. Fun little trick there, by the way.

Tessa: Allows the mask to dissolve into wisps of vapor, pulls down the cowled hood of her robes Thank you. I've been wanting to do that since forever.
Serra: Sighs
Wren: Hey, here's an idea: let's show off!
Serra: Using her own power No showing off.
Wren: Confused, he nods Yes, okay. No showing off.
Tessa: Grins You know that doesn't work on me!
Serra: Sighs again

Claudia: sighs, and strides over to Serra. And who might you be? These idiots think they rule everything apparently.

Serra: I'm just your friendly neighbourhood goth girl in college. I don't do much, unless you piss me off.

Claudia: smirks. I think we'll get along perfectly, then. She glances at Nori. Nice friends, Feathers.

Julien: Saunters over, gives Claudia a once-over You know, you have some interesting friends, Nori.

Claudia: does the same And you have a very distasteful face, asshole. smiles, flitting her wings

Serra: Smirking Go away, Julien.
Tessa: Offended by Claudia's words I do not think I rule everything.
Wren: Scowling I know I rule everything, Claudia. After all, what's anybody going to do about an interdimensional infiltrator?

Julien: Grins at Claudia, his pupils turning slitted, like a cats, for a split second; then they return to normal Oh, do I now? Ignores Serra

Claudia: Oh, oh no. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we. And Julien, I guess that's up to personal opinion.
Nori: Laughing Claudia! Please. Please be quiet. please.

Julien: Smirks No, Nori. I'd like to hear what Bat Woman over here has to say about my face.

Tessa has gone to bed
Wren has decided to leave for now

Serra: Grins

Nori: Whispering Claudiaaa! How about we go bug someone else? Not someone that could kill you instantly. y'know??!
Claudia: Bat Woman? That's a new one. I've never had someone so involved in what I have to say.

Julien: Smirk turns more self-confident rather than malicious So you've figured out how powerful I am, Nori? Good! This'll make everything so much more fun. Really? From what I can tell, Bat Woman should be a pretty common nickname for you. Gestures to her wings

Nori: YoU ALL TErRIFY ME eQUALLY!!
Claudia: Well, you see, I don't really get out much. I spend allll day training to fight losers like you.

Julien: He smiles maliciously You train to fight gods? How quaint.

Serra: Snorts What kind of god are you?

Julien: Snickers Does it matter what kind of god I am? A god is a god. I am infintely more powerful than you and Bats**t over there.

Claudia: runs an acrylic nail down his neck, pupils dilating to eerie proportions. Don't ever. Call me that. Again. She scowls, circling him. And who's to say I'm not a god? You know nothing about me, boy.