originally posted in:The New Dojo
[u][i]Psychic fits:[/i][/u]
*Vorim was wandering aimlessly around the Dojo. He was in a rather good mood and decided today would be the day to try and meet new people without Sketch's help. After finding that there wasn't anyone who wasn't already occupied with something, he sat down on a bench overlooking the lake. Despite it only causing people back on Sphirinia to think he doesn't want to be bothered, he resolved to sit and wait for someone to come and talk to him anyway. Maybe it might work better here? A red and white marble floated out of one of his pockets, surrounded by a blue aura that seemed to emanate from his hand. His eyes glowed blue as he played with the marble, watching it bounce and zig zag through the air in front of him. Suddenly, a chill went down Vorim's spine and the aura disappeared, causing the marble to fall to the ground. His head was suddenly covered with the feeling of pins and needles as his body went numb and his vision filled with dancing colored lights. He fell to the ground, twitching and humming as if he was having a seizure. Something very noticeable is that his eyes continued glowing blue, seeming to get brighter.*
[u][i]The Dangers of a Silent World:[/i][/u]
*Sapphire walked through Dojoville, identifying and entering the same grocery store she always did. They had the best salmon in town and Sapphire had to walk to the far end of Dojoville to get there. A while later she exited the grocery store, carrying a couple bags of groceries. She was unaware that a drunken man, seemingly in his late thirties had stumbled out as well and began to pursue her.*
*Man "Hey! Freak!"
*The man shouted after her but she didn't hear him. She just kept walking, unable to hear anything since Big S accidentally burst her eardrums. The man got angrier, shouting louder as he stumbled after her.*
*Man "Don't you ignore meee! You may be in the Dojo but that doe'nt make you less uf and animulll!"
*His slurred words had no impact on her as she kept walking, turning down an ally way to get to another street. He followed her, picking up a lead pipe and finally managing to catch up to her. He lifted it, getting ready to swing it at her neck.*
[u][i]Elvis; There Can Only be One Insane Person Here!: (For ASAP)[/i][/u]
*Elvis ran through the Dojo, frantically calling for grant. She was currently being chased by a group of very angry school children.*
[spoiler]I haven't made my own post in who knows how long and I should really get to know a lot of people better with a social post. Just make your reply and state wether it's for Vorim or Sapphire and I'll reply accordingly.[/spoiler]
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[i]Pan shrugs as she stands up.[/i] "You freaked out on the floor with glowing eyes."
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*He starts to sit up but immediately puts his hand to his head.* [u][b]W-What exactly did it look l-like? God, I-I have a horrible he-headache...[/b][/u]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/17/2016 3:42:49 AM[i]Pan describes what happened with extreme detail.[/i] "...and then you woke up!"
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[u][b]S-Sounds like another p-psychic f-fit...[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan seems curious.[/i] "Psychic fit? What's that?"
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[u]W-Well... Who are y-you?[/u] *He asks, attempting to sit up again and finding it easier this time.*
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[i]Pan smiles.[/i] "I'm Pan! Who're you?"
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[u][b]I-I'm Vorim'Tairn... Sketch's o-older b-brother.[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan hugs Vorim suddenly.[/i] "We're going to be good friends!"
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[u][b]Ack!!! W-What!?[/b][/u] *He suddenly puts his hand to his head again, the shouting causing it to throb.*
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[i]Pan continues her hug.[/i] "What's wrong with your head?"
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[u][b]Psychic fits g-give me t-terrible headaches.[/b][/u]
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"Want some ice cream? That always makes me feel better."
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[u][b]I... I guess...[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan starts to walk off.[/i] "Well? Come on!"
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*He stands up, stumbling after her.*
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[i]They arrive at a stereotypical icecream truck.[/i] "Ice cream, nature's natural medicen."
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[u][b]O-Okay... What sh-should I get?[/b][/u]
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[i]Pan sighs and shrugs.[/i] "That's for you to decide. I'm going to get a icecream sandwhich!"
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*He looks up at the different flavors, unable to read what favors there are.* [u][b]I'll g-get one of th-those too?[/b][/u] *He said it as if it was a question, currently imagining a scoop of ice cream placed between two slices of bread.*
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[i]The icecream man hands an icecream sandwhich to Pan and then you. Pan finishes hers within seconds.[/i] "That always hits the spot."
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*He bites into it, his large upper canine teeth cutting through the cookie and into the ice cream. He recoils, pulling his head away as a mixture of pain and coldness envelopes his teeth.* [u][b]Gah! N-Now I know why i-it's called ice c-cream![/b][/u]
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[i]Pan laughs at your discomfort.[/i] "Do you not like cold things?"
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[u][b]It's n-not that... I have s-sensitive teeth...[/b][/u] *He says, looking down at the ice cream sandwich in his hands.*
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"Hmm...Well, I'm sorry if my laughing hurt your feelings."