Ink and Embers

In looks at the Radiants with a conflicted expression, then nods. "HEY! OVER HERE!" They wave their arms conspicuously, trying to work out if it's worth running away.

Ink drops a ball of wool on GG0z's head. "Ooo, pranks! As for pronouns, you can use literally any that exist under the sun. A lot of people use they; I have absolutely no preference whatsoever. But thank you very much for asking!!!" Ink frowns. "My family's stance on politics. Scary people with knives. Rabid dogs. Tragedies, in the literary and real sense. Songs getting stuck in my head. Good luck turning those into a drink! How about you?" "You should join! You should join!" Ink chants, passing Coder a pair of drumsticks. "My parents forced me into instrument lessons (which I now really like), then my Music teacher dragged me into an orchestra when I could play a grand total of three notes. We have five orchestras at my school. The Music department is insane." Proving their point, forty pages of orchestral music fall out the sky and land on everyone's heads.

GOOD LUCK!!!!!

That sounds like what I've heard about America. Have you eaten any large hamburgers of late?

Crippling depression

*hugs* Glad to here you're surviving!!! In order: same as ever, incredibly, obviously (we're all secretly ants), what? but also probably. No one's set fire to the Houses of Parliament and started an annual celebration in about 360 years, so that's chill. And I only encountered three people wearing top hats today. And also wrote an angry anti-AI essay. So all awesome! How's your side of the Atlantic?

The Recreance

In cautiously noted the whisps of light rising around her. In jumps back again at the appearance of the Shardblades, then turns to the Fused, angrier than usual and speaking to the Rhythm of Irritation. "Why are you here? Who sent you?" It was all fine!

Yup, it was Nightblood! Round is yours! Alas not

In steps rapidly away from the Shardblade, humming to the Rhythm of Agony (equivalent of Anxiety). "Unclear. Why are you here?"

Alas, not the wonderful Starling! It took me a minute to figure out who you were talking about. Not the Scadrian ex-spy! 1. This character is a Worldhopper 2. This character is responsible for a lot of deaths

Unoathed

HIIIIII SANDY How are you?

*pats back* (affectionately) *tries to feed cheese* ...*frowns suspiciously* *offers a tiny duck in a raincoat for emotional support* (Seriously though if you ever want to talk feel free to PM me)

WRONG *whacks with a pool noodle* *tackle hugs* Storm it, caught! I think that's the first time I've been called out on that

"This is rather unfortunate," announced

Art of thinking

It is, unfortunately, not the obligatory guess of Lunu'anaki

Ooo, awesome! 1. This character is a Worldhopper.

*waves in Thursday*

Kevin extracted a burning stick from the blazing house and started drawing in the air with the patterns of light. To his slowly-diminishing surprise, the writing stayed in the air. "So. You're collecting Plotblades. Other people are collecting Plotblades. Plotblades themselves may be collecting Plotblades, and I need to raid a mountain. Any suggestions as to where we start?" He finished the writing, which currently only read "PLOTBLADES?", and dropped the stick to the ground, stamping on the embers.

Congratulations, Radiant!!!!!

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I can tell you my friend group of 6 is 1/2 older siblings and 1/2 younger siblings, but I refuse to elaborate.