WeepingWisteria

Here is Mr. Lawyer Janus Sheffield! I added a little bit of history, but he's a private man, so some things are still a mystery to the public. Name: Janus ...

I have an idea that can meld to fit either sci-fi or fantasy, depending on the vibe we set. Based on our group, I think sci-fi might be better since ...

A bow, looking just as Dawn had described, flickered lavender. It was strapped to a child's back, who proceeded to turn around and gasp. "Look, Mommy! A floating sword!" Vendetta ...

Nice to see you again, Silver! How have you been? Also, do you have any ideas for this roleplay? I have one, but I want to hear from everyone so ...

"I don't know." Vendetta looked towards Dawn, who was now faintly glowing. "What does your sibling look like, Dawn?" Dawn hummed. "My sibling, the great Bow of the Setting Sun ...

“If it’s strapped to a child, Dawn, you’re going to have to get it by yourself.” Vendetta glared at Amy. “I’m not letting Ms. Attack-and-Kill confetti a child.” Amy grinned ...

Vendetta shook their head. “Why would Mickey Mouse have a bow? Wouldn’t that fit much better on Merida or something?” They started pacing. “Also, if the bow was on Mickey’s ...

@Chaser, @SilverNight, and @Seirre Hi! :D

Dawn bobbed in the air, almost like a shrug. “I said something about a mouse. I didn’t realize it had a name.” Vendetta wasn’t paying attention. They were ogling at ...

Amy sighed, pulling the portal out of her pocket. “Fine! But only so we can get to The Great Josephinzo faster.” Vendetta smiled. “Thank you, Amy.” Amy opened the portal, ...

"And then we'll come back all the way to California to get the bow?" Vendetta looked around. "Why can't we just take the portal, grab the bow quickly, and then ...

The tree changes, grows. It heals wounds, and repairs rot. I might mirror it.

Vendetta opened it far away from their face, gently easing the envelope open. A small figure of Jospehinzo burst out of the letter. "Congratulations, adventurers! I've sensed that you've completed ...

I burned in the flames, grinning as the smoke painted an image of me.

“Disneyland’s that way.” Vendetta narrowed their eyes at the horizon. “But how are we going to get in?” “We could always-“ “No, Amy. We’re not confettiing and entering a theme ...