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2 yrs ago
Current Itching to find a new RP to join or to start a new one...
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2 yrs ago
The Owl House finale was so good. I'm sad its over, but glad it got a great ending ;-;
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2 yrs ago
Have you drank enough water today? Reminder to go take a sip!!
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2 yrs ago
This is a non-status. Do not engage with it. Do not like the non-status. The non-status will not harm you.
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S C R A W L S

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Scrawls is just a lil dude who likes writing and playing pretend... I am currently a college student, was once a small Youtuber, and now just vibe and write stories. Now carry on along your merry way!


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@Eviledd1984
Just finished my sheet! Lmk if I should adjust stuff


In Scrawls Space 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

@scrawls

Okay, then your good to make a sheet. Do not be afraid to ask questions.


Awesome, thanks!! I have a character idea that might have Hierophant Green as the stand.

Also, is there a specific time period the RP is set in, or is it just generally modern-day NYC?
@scrawls

Well there will be spoilers from the other parts, so idk if you okay with being spoiled.


I don't mind spoilers
Hello! I'm interested in playing, but I've only watched Jojo parts 1-3. Could I still join?





Abandoned Dockyards - South Island

Interactions: Robin - @KaliW


Cassandra Cain watched and listened, taking in everything she could, atop a building, looking down at the Penguin’s warehouse. Shrouded by fog and night, she could observe unseen. The color of ships passing through the harbor, the windows of the building, and the blindspots people could have looking out from inside, the gait of every stranger hobbling through the dead of night. Her eyes were particularly skilled at taking in body language, the angle of their steps, the strength of the postures, and all the tiny ways they distinguished their movement from others. Anything could be useful in toppling another person—in killing another person. It is what she’d been trained to do all those years ago by her father. She had to find weaknesses, missteps, minute particularities that could be manipulated for her own success.

She watched a lone dockworker smoking a cigarette, looking out over the warehouse and slowly pacing. Before he finished and walked back inside a building, she’d figured out that he was left-handed but had a weak right knee based on his slight limp. By the way he tossed the cigarette in the ocean, he seemed careless and overconfident. He had broad shoulders, and she could imagine him throwing a massive left hook at her. She could duck beneath, then topple him with a swift kick to the weak leg, then pin him down against the dock and stomp him in the back of the neck—

She was getting ahead of herself. Whenever she looked at someone, tactical possibilities spiraled from their every movement. Their fight or flight instincts, their Achilles’ Heels, in her mind, humans become objects to destroy. It all came cascading unless she tried hard to stop the instinctual flow of information. It was a skill necessary for survival, but one that had made her a weapon, cold and guarded. The others knew that. She wondered if they feared her.

Cassandra glanced at Robin. Did he fear her? She was not a detective like him. She was trying to gather info, but it all felt bloodthirsty, art-less. She couldn’t see the deep intentions or emotions in others, seek clues, and weave together conspiracies as he could. She just saw the pure movements, postures, the possibilities, and she used them in the moment to break those she needed to. Even looking at him, her mind raced with the ways she could beat him in combat. But through the night, she did not voice these concerns. She did not fidget, she did not pace around, and she barely even spoke to him except for brief questions or confirmations. But she couldn’t deny that she felt nervous, yearning to understand him.

The silence of the night was interrupted by muffled, but still audible noise. Cassandra felt her muscles tense immediately, and she shifted from her crouching position upwards but still hidden. The Sea Foxes crew moved quickly. She scanned seven figures hustling, men and woman, armed and dangerous. Seven versus two? That might have seemed daunting for others but as they busted through the locks and made their way inside, Cassandra Cain saw much just from a few seconds of observation. She could make a good guess on who was leading by the way the formation bent to heed the quiet gestures of the figure in the center. She noted builds, bodyweights, and dominant hands, all that she was trained to do. But it wasn’t enough from afar. She hoped Robin would keep track of the rest. Up close, she would become much more effective. Up close, she could decimate.

She looked at him from behind her Black Bat mask, poising herself ready to leap down. She would enter through a side window to apprehend the crooks, he would take the route that he prepared. But she needed him to confirm that they were ready to engage with at least seven dangerous individuals in a split-second.

“Ready. Now?”

Cassandra Cain was ready.
Awesome! Hyped to see this starting :D
I'll try to get a response up this weekend if I can





Cunningham's Bookstore

Interactions: @Blizz


Min smiled at Kaito, Bonnie, and several others who trickled into the bookshop that was becoming notably much more… cozy! And as Bonnie exchanged pleasantries and began to lead them around the place, Min waved at her living statues, Abott and Costello, to keep apace in the back, as to not block the view of others. They dutifully complied, and Min followed after Bonnie, listening to her tour. Looking into the three rooms upstairs, Min found them all to look rather similar and small, but comfortingly so. Back in Linkhaven, her room had been somewhat small as well, yet it had felt achingly empty as an only child and she had to fill it up with “companions” for it to feel like home. At least here, she’d have a roommate that wasn’t her own creation! How exciting. Min liked the smell of the first room, reminded her of her parent’s pastries and candles. The scent of lavender was a welcome one.

As they walked further down the hall and Bonnie showed them the rest of the rooms, Min heard the tiefling—Kyrus was it?—ask a question. “Oh ‘ello! Yes those two are a couple of my constructs! Couple of sweeties I made a few months ago… rather helpful friends eager to aid me in my move in.” Her eyes widened as she looked down at his mechanical arm. “Wow, that’s incredibly advanced sorcery!” Min had seen some magitech like that, but she’d never up close to such an intricate device.

“I’ve mostly worked with non-mechanical autonomous constructs— statues, homunculi, I’m sure you’re familiar. But I haven’t really looked into integrating actual mechanics and motion into my sculptures, pure magic tends to do the heavy lifting. But your arm clearly does that… Hmmm, and not only is it magic and technology but it’s integrated with your biology… a union of anatomy and technosorcery. Very fascinating!”

Min stroked her chin, clearly impressed, but beginning to float off into her own grandiose imagination, pondering the possibilities of creating constructs that were made of inorganic and biological parts. Some sort of… half-statue half-flesh golem.
Hello there, friend. You stumbled upon my introduction, so I wanted to stop by and give you a little wave myself. If you're ever in need for some inspiration, feel free to hit me up and we can bounce some ideas around. I'm very new here and have been looking around, adding posts here and there, personally. I do hope you enjoy your time here and find what you're looking for!


Aw thank you! We newbies gotta stick together haha :D
Welcome Duckie! Hope you have a fun time here! Very cute profile pic btw!!
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