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Darklord, I hate to burst your bubble, and I would love to see how the roleplay goes when people other than me create situations, but taking away someone's powers kind of defeats the point of them being in this RP, and for a year? Ehhhh...Did that sound narcissistic? I hope that didn't sound...

Oh. Wow. Ten at night. I guess that's closer to home than my other friend who has dinner at one in the afternoon.

I get hungry. :(

You guessed right! I'm having dinner now. While typing.

I just can't get up in the morning.

Sorry, I was asleep.

Welp, I'm off to bed. (YES I KNOW ITS QUARTER TO NINE SHUT UP) Carry on, don't let me stop you!

Oh, no this thing was in full throttle WAAAAAYYY before you joined. Though it seems to be a lot less violent since the demon/angel war ended.

YAY

The world starts twirling and spinning and warping again. Twirly, twirly, twirly... Twirly... Twir... Ly.... Bluuuuuugh... "...Felix? Felix? Hurry! Get him some water!" My eyes open slowly, with sleep in the corners. My mouth is dry, dry as a bone. I see a female silhouette above me. It's...

OOC: Sorcerers.

Sorry about that, this was conceived and uploaded before it was implemented here. Wait, what, irl?

OOC: and if you need any more help with what the magicians are, then have a link! www.tkwth.deviantart.com/art/The-Colour-of-Magic-405485030 Note: THESE ARE NOT THE GOVERNMENT. This all originated when I came up with the idea of drawing my friends as different magic people, and then I brought...

My head is spinning like a flying frisbee. So is everything else, for that matter. I can make out an old-fashioned wooden panelled room. There's a long table in the middle, and blurry people of different colours sitting at it; purple, turquoise, blue, black, yellow... Uh... Red, orange... Ehh...

The priestess says, "I will remain anonymous for now. All you need to know is that I am the British ambassador for the Magician's Government. I am here to talk to a person by the name of Aaron. Is there an Aaron here?" Aaron steps forward, his movements uneasy. "Aaron. I'm sure you know why...

Zan's eyes are glowing. Usually a bad sign. He gets up and starts walking towards me in an unnecessarily threatening manner. Them an even brighter glow materialises between us. It's a very pale red, but not quite pink. Like I can't quite make out that it's red with my eyes, but I know that it...

I dip my finger in the blood of the boy and lick it. "Hmm," I mutter, "tastes like magic to me." Will looks as me, unamused. "Really? Magic comes in flavours now?" "Oh, I'm sorry, who's the sorcerer here? Don't you think I know about this sort of thing?" Deomi walks towards me and wraps her...

Who's your character, whizz?

"Ah, I hate to worry you, James," I say nervously, "I don't think the explosions are coming from us. I think they're coming FOR us." As soon as I finish this sentence, a twirly double helix of green light singes the top of my hair. My eyes widen and I whimper. A growling comes from behind me...

"Huh." I say. This is confusing. Surely the workers would keep a tight security on each and every cell. How did these guys get out? How... How did I get out? I just opened the door and walked out as if I was allowed. Well, if I'm going to get along with these guys, I'd best tell them a bit...