For Luckless

well hello
no idea either
let's think of something. three heads are bette rthan one.

i do like chaos

hmm…
so i have two very chaotic small Shark children
or I have my eleven Cloney McClonesters (i can pick one or two)
or my precious not-so-little Megalodon child-who-is-a-child-yet-not

take your pick

_{maybe. lmao i was counting my cat}

rubs hands together eagerly
Good choice. templates or nah?

_{then if my freind were here we'd have fifteen heads}

can you start? i'm bad at starting

_{i have been adopted by many people here. i am somehow arya's grandmother and adopted… child? niece? one of those.}

_{didn't you come back yesterday? the adopting was like two weeks ago… maybe more, i'm bad with time}

Cayden was wandering through his caverns, reorganizing his found treasures to make an obstacle course. A giant squid swam by, catching his eye. He dropped his gong and swam out, knocking over half the course with his tail, though he didn't seem to care. By the time he got out, it was gone. He looked around, and his eyes caught… someone. Walking through his family's treasures. "Hey!" he yelled, voice carrying impressively through the currents. "Those are mine!"

_{i like long stories}

Cayden crosses his arms. "Those are mine!" He gestures to the ruins. "Mine." His eyes light up, and he dives down abruptly. He comes up with a chest full of gold doubloons. "These are new! They weren't here last time! They're shiny!" He attempts to re-cross his arms whilst holding the chest.

Cayden snorts. "It's Veridin, thank you very much. Atlantis is a stinky human name. Yep, they're mine. I'm one of the First. And plus, I was here first! Finders keepers. I was here when it was built. I found it and helped found it!" He seems to find this very funny, and chuckles, spilling doubloons ove rthe ocean floor below. "Who are you?"

(also i gtg in a few minutes)

"Surface city?" Cayden looks insulted. "It was the world. Pesky humans. You sneezed? You might need medicine. Sneezing is generally bad, yup." He nods sagely, plucking a yellow tang from its school and dropping it down his mouth. "I'm Cayden Kayden Kkayden Khayden Kaiden. Ckayden. Lots of Caydens."

(goodbye till the morrow)

"So," Cayden says, throwing a doubloon at the gong and scaring the fish away. He watches them flee, then turns back to Vē'Êtherñøth. "Do you want food? Or medicine for your sneezes? I have both!" He grins.

Cayden swam ahead, tossing the chest somewhere down a trench and reading his arms wide in front of a house. Well, it somewhat resembles a house. Hundreds of ships are stacked on top of each other, clearly from different eras. Some are from different mythologies; the Argo, Madjet and Trana among them. Masts, sails, rigging and decks are tangled up in each other, and various flags, some from nations long dead, hang from the crow's nests.
Cayden points to an opening between two ships. "The food is in there. Come on!"

in case you were wondering, Argo is from Greek (well duh), Madjet is the solar barque in Egyptian myths and the Trana is Norse

Cayden matche sher grin. "Yup! Sea food is good. Do you like kraken?" WHile waiting for an answer, he repositions a coracle (bull boat, Plains Indian) leaning against what appears to be a pile of toasters in a shopping cart.

"Yup," Cayden agrees, putting a few silver denarii into a vending machine, and pulling out a kraken. He then puts it in the toaster. He juggles a few pufferfish around before getting bored, and dropping them in the toaster as well. "Are you immune to eel poison? It tastes good, but I don't want it to kill you. It'd attract too many Sharks."

Cayden shrugs. “Too many creatures come and go. Hard to remember. But that’s good you won't die.” He grins, and pulls out a chunk of the wall and munches it.