Channelknight Fadran

Fadran, through a sheet of pain, lifts one finger. Wait.

You can't. Fadran says telepathically. No interf-- He's cut off.

Me: I think you're that pretty

Fadran found himself being blasted off his pillars, out of control as he was launched through the air. He slammed into the ground, a light crack shooting pain up his arm. He took a breath, but no air came; the impact had knocked the wind out of him. His Channelblade clattered down the floor, out of his reach. He reached for it instinctively, trying to summon it, but his mind was too befuddled with pain to concentrate properly. With a painful grunt of frustration, he tried again to breath; once again to no avail. Forcefully ignoring the pain, he Forged a Spirit Bond to the air, forcing it in and out of his lungs. It was excrutiating--not to mention weird--but it worked nonetheless. Fadran? Icona asked, his voice distant in the merchant's fuzzy mind. You alri--. His voice faded to the point at which Fadran couldn't hear him. He tried to push himself to his feet, teeth gritted against the pain, but after a few excrutiating seconds, he fell back to the earth, gasping for breath provided only by his magic. He called again to his Channelblade; this time it scooched towards him just a little, but not enough to reach it. "I--" the words wouldn't leave his mouth.

@Condensation. Time to flirt with you (I guess). Scud, I don't have context. Ooh! I'll use cosmere stuff as context! Condensation: Man, I wish I was pretty like Syl. Me: Hm? Oh, I agree. You're definitely better-looking. Condensation: Are you... flirting? Me: No. Yes. I, uh... *breaks down because I can't improvise* That's usually how it goes. How can I improve?

Rules for RP formatting! I'll break them for the sake of this thread. Things said normally are in-character: Fadran welcomed Mordred to the group, waving and smiling. "Hello!" OoC discussion are said in quote boxes.

Me before seeing Kyl: ??? Me after seeing Kyl: Oooooohhhh. (Yes, that was said in-character) Welcome! Do you know the formatting rules for RP threads? I'm breaking all of them. Fadran jumped into the air, Forging a Spirit Bond to Gravity for some extra lift. Bonded to the earthen floor, Fadran created his own platforms from stone pillars, dissolving the fireballs with magic or hurling them back at the holed as much as his abilities enabled.

*Clears throat* "As much as I love math class, the only number I really want is yours." That's a pickup line, not flirting. Hmm... I need a target. Who should I flirt with?

*Raises hand* can I go first?

Do you seriously think that's what males do in their spare time?

The naughty boys are watching the slumber party from the window, planning a prank that they're sure will get the girls to like them. Because, obviously, stalking them is the best way to develop relationships, right?

TIME!!! GOT IT!!! Fadran slowed time for just one elongated second, jumping out of the way just in time to avoid being stabbed. The sword sliced a thin cut across his arm, the pain drawn out longer as the sword sluggishly cut through the skin. Fadran raised his sword, and as time returned to its regular speed, brought it down on Jaxevist's back.

What do you think I look like?

You got me actually chuckling.

You forgot the "Aww, that's so kind of you, Fadran, triple heart emoji thing! (). Y'know, I've known several hot guys in my life: Tom Holland, Chris Hemsworth, and Will Smith!"

THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO BE A YELLOW-BELLIED WIMP, SCOUTSA! Negative_Null's got'sa tale for all them broskie dude mans, and I don't wantcha pathetic wimpers bouncin' the mood, y'hear?!?

Yo dude, we's got'sa bounce before the popo homies us with the bros, you dig?