for peculiar children
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Thread Topic: for peculiar children
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Pearbug NewbieScreech just stood there, shocked, then grinned. "Congratulations!" She picked up maurise and set her on the ground. "Youy passed stage one!"
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Marise begins crying out of know were as she falls to the ground. Her hands covering her face as she cries softly.
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Pearbug Newbie"Huh?"
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"Sorry." She mumbles trying to stiffen her cries as she wipes at her eyes furiously. "It's just...I've never been praised for doing anything." She says sniffling as she stands up quickly.
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Pearbug Newbie"...run that by me again." Both caretakers looked confused.
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"My mom and father never prasied me, all they did was ever yell at me so when they told me one day that I was being sent here I was grateful." She pauses as she sniffles a little wiping her eyes.
"Um..T..they didn't like me very much seeing as I was different, I'm they uh adopted me when I was 5, but once they found out I was different they just treated me as sort of a slave." She says softly keeping her eyes trained to the ground.
"So thank you both." She says bowing a little respectfully. -
( Uhm why is someone whose powers are Illsuions ( Which are mental and can't breach the physical boundary) taking away powers, it's getting a little too op what are the problems with it? Sileas seems op has she doenst have a solid power however as its a new thing everyday she can't master it completely )
Sileas was currently changing into the male clothing, her hair had been cut short enough to be a mans but long enough to still be a womens. She just couldn't stand skirts or dresses. Sileas ran a hand through her tied up hair. Walking into the changing room.
She focuses on a spot on the wall and slowly a plant began to sprout.
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Aisling ran in " HAS ANYONE SEEN MY HEAD?!" She shouted as it was gone from both between her shoulders and not in her hands.
" Someone has stolen my head!" She declared -
Stacy shown pity to Marise. But stayed stubborn.
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Pearbug NewbieScreech laughed and doubled over, wheezing from the effort. " I..*wheeze*don't...hhnngghh..*wheeze* I don't know... Bwahaha!" She fell on the ground, still wheezing and laughing enough to cause a ruckus.
(I'm confused about that too puppet
I was about to ask her) -
Sileas sighed " Again? " she face palmed " Aisling maybe you should keep your head between your shoulders? " she said. " I'll go check everyones bags" she said.
" Hey Screech! " she called out " Could you get the newbies to put their bags on the floor so we can search for Dullahans missing head?" She said
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Aisling pouted " You're so mean sillllly" she moved out of the way of one of her friends punches. " and violent" she snickered " So today it's plant manipulation?) -
(Stacy can minipulate mass and space time. But she uses it for very simple things. So she can play with the sound, sight, and physical barriers of space time but she can't break it.)
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name: Stacy Tang
nickname: Magie Magic
age: 12
looks: Random. Can change at any time.
clothes: Normally bright pink t-shirts, skirts, and flip-flops.
peculiarity: Psychic
powers: Can make illusions. Change the room she's in to look like however she wants, change what she looks like, and can teleport/turn invisible.
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That's not what you said though? So why is she making illusions if her powers are space?) -
(It is illusions! They aren't real, but they feel real.)
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"Uh." Marise looks at screech as she giggles half heartdly, "Okay then." She says softly as she then goes to help search for Sileas head.
"Hm." She mumbles to herself softly as she was now back inside the strange house. She found herself in a cellar, as she frowns softly as she snaps her fingers a little bit. "Again then." She mutters to herself but nothing seems to happen as she sighs softly.
"Where's the last place you saw your head Sileas?" She questions poking her head out from the cellar. -
Stacy wondered what was going on. She tried once again to make the illusion of her mother.
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