Avery: im technicly a warlord
Character Chats are popular, so...
group
Jon: Nice. I'm a Captain in the rebel army.
Oliver: You were a Captain.
Angel: im the one who is the face of the opperation!
Kilándrè: And I'm the Princess. hands over two swords, a multitude of knives, bows and quiver
Incëreth: take off shirt
Ryllachor: KIDS LOOK AWAY
Incëreth: You can keep that. All my knives are in there
Me: Yeah she do that. A lot. Especially when sparring
Ethan: that’s so cool!
Claire : you have no clue what that is. (Talking about warlords)
Ethan: ya that’s were you are wrong! If I remember correctly it means he’s a military commander!
Avery: yes, lets go with that
group
Jon: Well, it does help for the face of the operation to have a nice face. glances quickly at Oliver and then looks away
Ryllachor: GO GET A SHIRT!
Kilándrè: Yeah…There are kids here…
Incëreth: sigh Fine. leave to get a shirt
group
Jon: covers Ansel's eyes
Connor: I'm technically a billionaire celebrity philanthropist, but zippers get wrapped up in deep shit.
Aiko: Or maybe you are deep shit.
Connor: Only as deep as you.
Aiko: forms a blade of pure white aether energy
Connor: pulls out a pair of 1911's
Me: Both of you.
Aiko: Fine.
Me: So you did have more weapons!
Connor: They never check the obvious places.
Me: Baron, pat him dowm again.
Baron: Sure…
group
Jon: So….hi? walks over to Angel but trips
Baron: hands me the twin 1911's a smoke bomb, and a flashbang
Me: The shoes?
Baron: Suspiciously empty.
Angel: hello! he helps jon up
group
Jon: T-thanks. I'm kinda clumsy, just warning you now. And you're kinda cute. cringes bc he is an awkward bi cinnamon roll
Angel: well your beyond cute flirty wink
group
Jon: blushes
Avery: stop embarrassing the poor boy Prince
Angel: im not!
Kilándrè: Please don't start a war…It's bad enough at home…