Out of Tune (Multi-fandom RP) (OPEN AND ACCEPTING)

[adelphi prime.]

Finn chuckled somewhat, even if her circumstance wasn't all that funny, "I can't even remember what I look like and I see myself all the time. I think that's what shocked me the most when I saw that shadow of yours. I really can only see that which is in my mirrors or right in front of me, which is my hood."

[kia.]

Celty shook her head. 'Fair point.... I wish I could alter colors so I could make it look like you in full color.. Not just form.'

[adelphi prime.]

"That would be a bit unnerving," Finn stated flatly, then had a thought. "If ever you figure out how, don't let my friend Siddeley play with it. I don't know what he'd do, but he'd figure out some way or another to goof around with it." At the thought of the jet, he felt a pang of sadness. If this were all real, he may never be able to see or talk to his friends again. This troubled the Aston Martin. He'd lost too many friends already, and even some family, and he wasn't willing to give up those agents such as Holley and Siddeley yet either... but he had no choice if he couldn't get back.

{I'll probably leave soon. It's getting late and I'm getting tired. Also, I might have to bright Leland Turbo into this picture... before he died, of course. That might be an interesting plot for everyone involved... especially Finn... but I'm still thinking about it. C: }

[kia.]

(Okie c: I was about to leave. I'll try to respond in the morning.)

'Id make sure he won't.' Celty seems to laugh, shaking her head. 'He sounds like Shinra.. Always DORKING around with things..'

[adelphi prime.]

"You know it," Finn responded, almost nostalgic, "The jet is constantly messing around with me. I'm sure you saw some of my desguises... I know for a fact the one where I'm pink is his fault."

{Well, goodnight then. I'll try to as well, but Mondays are busy for me...}

[roamerbird]

(Recap/repost?)

[Prince Endymion]

(I have Toph! :3)

Link held it out to her, insisting that she take it.

[roamerbird]

Blake

Blake took it and broke one small piece off for herself, giving the rest back to him.

[belos]

Oliver smiled. "..... Forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Ready or not, here I come!" he called out, opening his eyes. "Poppet, where are you?" he sang, putting his knife away.

[InfectedHau]

"Hey, that kinda sounds like Wyoming!" Theta said, hearing a voice from up ahead. "I wonder if he got dragged here too?"

"I dunno, Theta. The accent is similar, but I don't thnk it's him." North said. I've never heard Wyoming call anyone 'poppet'." The spartan crested a hill and beheld the source of the voice. "Yeah, that's definitely not Wyoming."

"Should we let him know we're here?" Theta asked. "He might have a gun, and he might shoot us on accident."

"No, I think we should wait a little," North replied. Something about this guy seems...off. And besides, he might have a gun, but I have you."

"You're just saying that," Theta said. His projection vanished as North crept closer to the strange figure