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6 yrs ago
Current Back, kind of. Turned 20 a while ago and back on the hunt for a roleplay or two.
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6 yrs ago
Chemotherapy is almost done, and once the nausea passes I'm hoping to get back into some advanced roleplay! Hopefully. Very hopefully. >.>
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7 yrs ago
What do singing fish need when they just aren't very good? Autotuna!
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7 yrs ago
Are sprinkles just edible confetti?
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7 yrs ago
If you put confetti in a salt shaker and then sprinkled it over spaghetti what would it be called
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Bio

Hello! I'm Jade (obviously). I've been on and off this site, as I'm sure you can tell by my post history. I joined when I was 18, and my entire year of being 19 was filled with bad news, cancer treatments, and a lot of nausea. I'm 20 now, and I'd like to think I've matured since I joined.

I'm looking for small groups, advanced roleplay, with interesting concepts. Star Wars RP set during the Galactic Empire's reign, close-knit and serious situations, horror, all of that is right up my alley.

Thanks for reading!

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Nyte tried to nod, immediately forgetting that she can no longer move in her rusted state. Instead, she gave a brief answer. "Yes, I realize what I am. I cannot change that, I'm afraid..." She sighed gently, listening to the fairy before watching him dart off into the bushes after a second loud crashing noise shook her and nearly sent her falling. "My, yes, I'd definitely help stop whatever is making that racket."

Nyte flexed her metal joints as they slowly cleaned, and she sighed happily. "Thank you, friend. I will go put a stop to the destruction!" She said with renewed vigor, pulling her sword from the ground and sheathing it before posing triumphantly. "Oh, and, uh, feel free to rust any other knights who try to destroy these beautiful sights and sounds."

She coughed loudly into her fist, backing away awkwardly from the fairy before turning and running towards the disturbance. Her boot caught on a root and she stumbled, but persevered and finally arrived to stare bewildered at the clumsy house ahead of her. "Oh no, it must be malfunctioning..." she mumbled, hands on her hips, then looked to the path of destruction it had left in its wake. She sighed sadly, looking back up in time to see the two vagrants stumble onto the porch of the uncoordinated house.

"Not to fear, humble, um, wanderers!" She shouted to the pair, waving her arms and still not noticing that her left boot has vanished, "I can stop this poor thing and set it down! Just, um, hold on!"

She ran beneath the lumbering house as it staggered along, abandoning her armor once she had gotten directly beneath it. She darted invisibly to the whirring metal legs and held on, spreading herself over the dozen contraptions and forcing it to carefully slow to a stop, immediately noticing the lack of strength in the metal. Whoever had built the legs had not planned the weight correctly, and momentum caused it to stumble around clumsily.

She lowered herself carefully, legs bending inwards with loud creaks and groans as they gave way to the weight of the building. It finally slammed inelegantly to the ground, inches away from her old set of armor. She left the bent and crushed legs of the house behind and reinhabited her old set, stretching her much smaller form before jogging to the pair on the porch.

"That was rather easy!" She exclaimed, giving a thumbs up, "Was there anyone inside?"

I really want Nyte to be a mom figure to lil laphicet, because of his name is a reference then I shall be his Velvet!

...I'm very tired
"Revenge?" The armored vagrant replied in gentle confusion. "Oh my, were there knights that harmed this forest some time ago? I do apologize for their actions..."

A thundering BOOM resonated through the slowly more active forest, causing the already sluggish knight to freeze. "Would that be the issue? I wonder what is causing that..."

Her left arm, wrapped with vines and quickly rusting over, slowly lifted up. "If you could undo this curse, small friend, perhaps I could put a stop to this... Whatever it is..." Finally,though, completely rusted over with her connecting joints locked, she became a statue, or something similar, still able to talk but unable to move. "If you wish to keep this armor here, friend, don't worry. I forgive you, and I'm quite sorry about this mess... I simply wished for some peaceful, beautiful views."
Also @Mokley and @Tenma Tendo I don't have much to contribute at the moment except for like a sentence or two so feel free to keep goin'! ^^
CACKLES EVILLY AND COVERS THE CHAT IN CONFETTI
It's a party up in dis OOC chat!

Pours confetti into an open blender, a lampshade over my head.
Oh my god. I never knew how badly I wanted to rescue a possessed teddy bear named kisses from a freaking claw machine until this very moment. 11/10
Nyte rubbed her helmet slowly with her left gauntlet, embarrassed at the accidental cat puns. She couldn't help it, she just looked at his ears and next thing she knew she had started saying puns! A catastrophe!

At the thought, Nyte quietly snickered as well, the tinny tone helping to echo the gentle noise through the silent wilderness. Nyte quieted down with Sunny, then went still upon the tired child's admission. "Oh my, no food...? We must get you filled up, child, so you can grow into a bright young woman."

She nodded, not realizing her mistake whatsoever, and turned once more to Sunny. She ignored the sight of the child getting pulled up onto the vagrant's back, looking to the side. "Thank you, wanderer. It has been some time since I've been asked to give other vagrants quests..."

She held her palm out to allow a small butterfly with brilliant purple designs on its wings to land gently on one of her fingers. "Not since my days of standing still in cities for weeks... They were always so happy, telling their friends how much experience they gained from my tasks..."

Before Nyte could follow the sunny vagrant, the whispering caught her attention, and the immediate acceleration of the rust in her armor caused the butterfly to quietly flutter away. She turned slowly, armor creaking and clanking loudly at the movement, and noticed the small, angry fairy.

"Oh my, are you alright?" She asked the fairy carefully, now resting against her sword. "I haven't upset you, have I? I'm fairy sure, er, fairly sure I haven't done anything to offend..."
Nyte tilted her head in a way that could be perceived as a slow but thankful nod, her rusted armor grating loudly in the otherwise silent forest. As the fog slowly faded and the light of the dawn had risen, Nyte's features became more visible. Flowers and thin vines twirled around her chestplate, and a small, violet flower rested daintily on her left pauldron. She looked slowly to the smaller, pale vagrant and struggled to keep her ever-present gaze focused anywhere but his ears.

"Could you do that for me, child?" She asked in an almost motherly tone despite her somewhat dissonant voice, tilting her head gently to the side in an attempt to look slightly less intimidating in her towering suit of armor.

When the child sat, Nyte unconsciously took a single, slow step backwards, looking down in curiosity. The child went into a trance-like state, and Nyte stayed eerily quiet, suddenly still and silent like a statue.

"A fortune-reader of some kind?" She whispered once he had finished the reading. "You do not need to tire yourself out for an old pile of armor like me, child... If I'm not meowstaken - urk - apawlogies, er, it's..."

She cleared her throat and her helm swiveled to look away sheepishly. "Force of habit... Northwest is a good enough direction, child, I may head that way soon. Thank you for, um, completing my task."
Nyte had been wearily approaching the voice when a response rang through the silent forest. Nyte tilted her head at the unfamiliar names, but if they were vagrants like herself, they shouldn't be hostile. Nodding to herself, Nyte stuck her sword in the ground, ready to approach.

She didn't manage to move an inch before one of the vagrants charged into view, prompting the rusted old knight to turn and face her.

One of her armored hands reached out to carefully pluck a fallen leaf from the air, and she tried in vain to hear what the two were whispering to one another. The short, pale one seemed awfully tired, and Nyte resisted her coddling instincts to attempt to decipher the vagrant's meaning.

"My... task?"
She uttered, voice metallic but clear, "I don't have..."

Suddenly, Nyte cleared her throat awkwardly. "Why, yes, uh, vagrant wanderer, your task is simple! My armor, it is old and rusted! Perhaps... you can... uh... take me with you, and... find me a new set!"

She nodded and cleared her throat again, satisfied with her impression but immediately feeling bad.

"But, uh, vagrant wanderer, do not feel, uh, forced! I am perfectly happy exploring on my own."
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