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Follow me
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See the truth behind the letters on the page
submitted by Galaxy of wonder
(January 10, 2018 - 6:31 pm)
(January 10, 2018 - 6:31 pm)
Follow me
Chase me
See the truth behind the letters on the page
Aww, thanks! (And that also goes to everyone who's put an encouraging comment on this story. You help me through the long periods of writer's block, and I can't do it without you all)
If you still want to join, here's the charrie sheet:
Name:
Appearance:
Defining characteristics(Do you carry a specific weapon or item with you, or have a power?):
Personality:
On a scale of one to ten, how likely would you be to participate in a pie war (This probably won't be relevant to the story. Probably.):
(February 26, 2018 - 8:34 pm)
Realm scrambled through the hallways, panting as he increased his pace. Smoke hung thick in the air around him, and he could barely make out the fighting figures of CBers and...Glitches. Strange Glitches from another land. Glitches with bronze eyes just like his--Glitches that yelled in a strange accent.
He stumbled, tripping over a corpse--no, unconscious body, he reminded himself--as he fled. The exit...it had to be this way. Right? Or...he was too disoriented. The smoke was so thick that it was getting difficult to breathe.
And--there! A figure swept through the smoke above his head--except--he blinked, sure he was seeing things. Someone was walking...walking on air. But on his second glance, he could see clearly. A girl was hovering in the air in front of his face, giant, faded rainbow-colored wings spread out behind her, as if a giant bird were holding her.
But there was no giant, faded rainbow colored bird holding onto her. She had wings protruding from her back. She glanced at him, her brow wrinkling for a moment as she tried to figure out what he was staring at, then realized.
He looked at her eyes. They were a coppery hazel, with flecks of dark brown at the edges. Not bronze. It was a...CBette?
She waved impatiently, then shot off through the smoke. He had no choice but to follow her through the winding corridors, as she flew ahead of him, her powerful wings flapping and sending the smoke spiraling away from her in large gray clouds.
Suddenly, she led him into--wait! He had been here before! This was the great hall of the Sticky Note palace. That meant that the exit was--
He turned to thank the CBette, but she was already gone.
(February 26, 2018 - 8:11 pm)
Excitement!! Why is there so much smoke? Is the palace on fire?! Or is it not real smoke? Is the girl a ghost? Is the fighting real? What is going on? I must know! Gyah, this is so amazing.
Where is everyone? Who's in the palace, and what are their powers and goals? This place must not fall! Rally the troops! Find me some captains or generals or something! I don't know about combat or strategy, but I can summon and hold a sticky note flag, and think about goals and healing and look around and send sticky notes to do stuff... Ooh, they could be like messengers, flying back and forth with people writing stuff on them, and really big pads could carry supplies, maybe even people...! I think I can get them about the size of a sidewalk segment.
So, let's see. Have the Glitches invaded? Do we have a plan? Did we know it was coming? Do we know anything about them? What are our stats, basically.
(February 27, 2018 - 8:44 pm)
Ooh! I am running out of emotions to describe myself with as I read this story! Who is the girl with rainbow wings? What will Realm do next when he leaves the Sticky Note Palace? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!?
(February 27, 2018 - 8:38 am)
Love it, Galaxy, keep going!
(February 27, 2018 - 5:09 pm)
Yes, please do!
(March 4, 2018 - 8:13 pm)
Oh, Mexi said tvat, and now she says auvr!
(February 27, 2018 - 8:45 pm)
Waaaait. Waaaait. Is it... Oh my gosh it's me and I'm so epic and mysterioooous! And in real life everyone's wondering about who I am and eeeeeeeeee!
*walks over to Viola?.* I think I've joined your crazy fangirl club.
(February 28, 2018 - 4:50 pm)
Wait, there's a crazy fangirl club? Where do I sign up? Also, my personal opinion is that it's galaxy of wonders.
(February 28, 2018 - 5:34 pm)
There's currently no sign-up sheet, but you can join simply by stating your joining.
Mexi says ffey!
(March 4, 2018 - 7:14 pm)
If you look at my sheet on Calling CBers, I mentioned "muted rainbow colored wings" and "hazel eyes" That's why I think it's me.
(March 1, 2018 - 2:13 pm)
Ohhh... sorry, I get it now I agree it's probably you.
(March 1, 2018 - 5:09 pm)
Aaaaah! (Also welcome to the crazy fangirl club, you made it up just now)
(March 4, 2018 - 7:12 pm)
Name: Shy Peacock (duh)
Appearance: She has olive skin and violet eyes. She has a voluminous cloak made of peacock feathers. Usually, she wears it with the hood down, but if she's embarassed (she just made an akward post, etc.) she pulls it down so all you can see are her violet eyes staring out fo the darkness. If she's happy or prideful, it reaches back like a peacock tail, beautifully framing her.
Defining characteristics(Do you carry a specific weapon or item with you, or have a power?): The cloak does my bidding (think Joseph's cloak in Zita the Spacegirl) and I can talk to peacocks, and, if I try hard enough, to other animals.
Personality: Really shy, rarely ever starts a thread (she lives in inkwell, where she uses a peacock feather quill pen to write her comments), creative, intellectual, fiercly loyal
On a scale of one to ten, how likely would you be to participate in a pie war (This probably won't be relevant to the story. Probably.): Hmm... I'm going to get pied in the face for a Purim carnival (irl) in a few days, so I'll tell you then.
(February 28, 2018 - 5:32 pm)
*ahem* Not to be repetitive, but I must say, this strikes me as one of the most exceptional concepts I've seen on the Chatterbox yet. And I bow to you, Galaxy of Wonders, not just for the story, but for holding up so well under all this pressure.
A fashionably-latecomer, I stand before you, poignantly aware my many words will only cloud my purpose. I take a breath (in and out), and raise my head (careful, slow), and drop my stylus (blush, breathe), and whisper: "Is there room for me?"
Name: Esthelle (Es-thel-ay)
Appearance: Small and dark, adorned with stars. Sort of a simple, flowing, night-sky look.
Defining characteristics(Do you carry a specific weapon or item with you, or have a power?): I'm not much of a warrior, so I don't carry much in the way of weaponage: a simple silver poniard. I also have a little satchel of scents-- chocolate and peppermint and lemon and apple-blossom and the like-- for personal use on different occasions. Each scent has a special purpose or meaning-- peppermint is supposed to clear the mind and help with memory, for instance. And I carry a book of poetry. Some smile when I speak of them as spells, but I think otherwise...
Personality: Most people see me as a quiet, smart, weird type. They have the weird part right. But in reality, I'm not that shy. Just a little awkward picking up on social cues. But I love people, and I'm actually quite empathetic-- resulting in emotional outbursts of unrational feelings that never help anyone or convey my point. I have a shifting sense of humor I don't understand, I tend to wax philosophical, and I enjoy metaphor and symbolism. And I like to cyber-speak somewhat poetically-- not in rhyme necessarily, but in rhythm.
On a scale of one to ten, how likely would you be to participate in a pie war (This probably won't be relevant to the story. Probably.): Hmmmm... maybe a 7. Or a 4? Depends on my mood. Okay, that's helpful. Anyway, I wouldn't ever get in the heat of things-- I'd set up a stealthy store of ammuntion in a balcony overhead, weaponize all of them at once, missing most of my targets, and then run away squealing before someone brains me back.
(February 28, 2018 - 7:41 pm)