Condensation

I agree, my mom has a tendency to do that and I don't like it. Yes! Oh my gosh, have you tried other things? We put blueberries in, cinnamon chips, vanilla chips, food coloring, whatever we feel like. That's so sad! I love pancakes. What about waffles?

I believe so, but I could be wrong. Drawn a picture of Vin.

Madagascar, Cuba... There's lots. Yes, actually! I was quite proud and it was a once in a lifetime thing. Never have I ever joined a book club.

In this game, the current person posting says something that they have never done. The next person to post says whether or not they have done the thing(explanation optional but recommended), and then they say something that they have never done. Please, keep it away from things that you can't change(such as eye color, hair color, or gender). For example:(as portrayed by my RP characters) Crescendo: Never have I ever been to Sel. Herate: Yes I have, I was born there! Never have I ever worn a cummerbund. Daolan: No I haven't, but I would love to. Never have I ever made ice. Cadenza: Hey, that's kind of unfair. Daolan: It's not against the rules! Cadenza: Fine, yes I have. Never have I ever eaten a crystal I found on the ground. Chorale: It's not on the ground, they grow in--Never mind. Never have I ever... And so on and so forth. Make sense? Keep it clean. Never have I ever been to an island that is a country.

Slept in a hammock while camping? Yes. Not specifically going to sleep in a hammock, though. Slept past 11 am.

We've already chanted a bunch in FotT, I think we're just overly excited.

Chorale could see Vivace's memories. She focused on one after another, settling on one. Vivace spoke. Why would we have been made by the Crystal Mother if we were not meant to rise? It is what we are meant to do, see? Chorale saw the Amal rising, returning Crystell to its natural glory. It was beautiful, the way it was meant to be. Chorale mentally protested. No, that's not right! It's not beautiful, it's the destruction of everything the humans have built! Is what they have built so wonderful? For all I can see is them removing the Mother's beauty from pieces of her own self! Chorale retreated, needing to consider, and Vivace took over again. Vivace shifted into a clouded leopard, opening her jaws as large as she could to reveal her massive teeth. She twitched her tail and leapt, keeping herself from touching the ceiling. Before she could do any more, Chorale came forward. No, you cannot have my body. It is mine to control and mine to use. You are an intruder, get back! Vivace was shoved into the recesses of Chorale's mind, and Chorale ran through the stages of her shape-shifting, settling on a biped with advanced ears, a tail, and advanced limbs. Concerto had watched all of this while leaning back against the wall, and now he came forward in the same state. "Sister," he said, "How do you feel?" When Chorale next spoke, it was with a mixture of her own voice and the gravelly voice from earlier. "Good. In fact, better than ever." "That's good. You know your new abilities?" "Yes. They are... powerful." Concerto held out a white crystal. "Try this. I think you may find that it has an unexpected result." Chorale took the crystal and crunched down on it. "I can't feel anythi--wait. I still have my other magic. How?" "Not yet, I can't fully trust you yet." She ducked her head. "Of course. But later." Concerto turned and smiled at Aerith, a victorious smile filled with gloating.

I love the old ones, especially Prop Switch! World population. It's rising. It ends in the same suffix as my display name...

Wow, nope. I wish! Has seen Avengers: Endgame.

Nope, not that either. Read The Q.

Cadenza fingers her dirty, ripped, and wrinkled outfit and sighs. She's going to have to get a new one, but at least she won't have to get new ice skates. These were from her family, and they are good quality.

Do you have any regular Aviar?

Aw, I was the only one who voted for Relationship Focus!

That would be odd, but I don't think it would cause much of a change in my life.

Cheese is delicious.

8/10, I don't want a cookie.

Woo hoo!

I got one: Waltz No. 2 by Shostakovich.

The figure who was Chorale slowly looked up, her silvery white eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. She got to her feet, inspecting her hands as they changed, claws elongating from her fingers. "This--this is good," she said in a gravelly voice. "This is not what I had before, but it is good." Then she seemed to shrink, and she raised her hands to her head, screwing up her eyes. "No--wait!" she yelled, and fell silent. Chorale looked up, her eyes horrified. She couldn't speak, she was paralyzed by what had just happened. Then a new voice spoke in her consciousness, a voice that sounded like it was chewing rocks. Greetings, strong one. Chorale looked deeper inside herself and noticed a new consciousness sharing her head, one that had the vague feeling of the leopard from earlier. H-hello? she sent. Who are you? The voice, sounding amused, said, Maybe not so strong as I thought. I am she called Vivace, and you are Chorale. We are entwined, and as one, we will reclaim this planet for the rightful owners. But the Amal aren't the rightful owners, thought Chorale. The humans were here before! Ah yes, but it was always meant for us. We belong here. May I show you? Then Chorale and Vivace fell into a whirlpool of images until it settled on one. Unknown to Chorale, she had backed herself into the shadowed wall with her hands against her head, shaking it as her subconscious tried to reject the intruder.

"Leave," said Luz(who you can't hear btw), but Noche shook her head sharply. "No," she said to him. "Maybe they can help us get off this planet." She returned her focus to the one who called himself Michael, an odd name, and nodded. "I need to go home," she stated. Luz winced. "No, you're already conspicuous enough with your Aviar, your name, and your dark skin. Don't tell them that you need help!" @Vapor @Matrim's Dice

"I mean, technically this is still you, right?" Chorale said, trying to keep her emotions in check. She turned and walked toward the leopard, then knelt and laid her hand on its head. They began to blur, the silhouette shrinking until it solidified and Chorale was left kneeling next to an empty manacle.

"All she has to do is bond with that leopard and I promise I'll let you go." Chorale's eyes were darting between Aerith, the leopard, and Concerto. As Concerto neared Aerith, she stepped forward. "Wait! I'll do it." "Good." Concerto sheathed his claws. "Go ahead," he said, motioning to the leopard.

Concerto chuckled. "So you're saying that you wouldn't care if I killed him, say, right now?" Chorale stole a look at the leopard. No, you can't possibly be--but it could save him... "No," she said, her voice growing just a bit shaky. Concerto skulked from the shadows over to Aerith. "You're sure?" He unsheathed his claws.