Derping Derps Continue - Invite Only

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(*clears throat*

*swings large stick above head* *pterodactyl noises*

TIME TO WAKE UP GUYS)

[DuskzeHedgie]

(*curls up laughing*
omg that image

IM AWAAAAKEEE
WUSSUP AYRA-SAN
*throws gluten free cupcakes around the thread*)

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(oh snap someone's alive o.o
Hey hey hey Duskie c;
you ready for some more fun times?)

[DuskzeHedgie]

(OF COURSE IM ALIVE

Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiveee
AWHHH!



Gosh yes ;D Count me in, man. *brofist*
THE DERPS REUNITED
AGAIN)

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(omg I was thinking the same thing cx

*brofist* what is this
our like, fifth revival?)

[cashew jackman]

REVIIIIIIVAL MAAAAAN YEAHHHHHH *throws cheese puffs*

[temporalGuardian]

[[Aww yessss this place woke up? Great! Meanwhile, so has Fritha, because I accidentally made a wizard who shares an almost eerie number of traits with her for a D&D campaign.]]

[Thecrowmuse11]

(This feels slightly thrown together - sorry p_p)
Muninn was carefully examining his weapon again when he heard it; Gunshots, very close by. Muninn whirled around, stamping down distant, unpleasant memories. Sleipner was off in an instant, so quickly that he nearly missed her as he turned around. Almost before he was conscious of it, he was racing after her, feet slapping roughly against the concrete floor. Distress overwhelmed his brain, and he wasn't sure exactly why. Something about the situation made him It took him a while to catch up, it must have been nearly seven corridors before he caught glimpse of his friends.
He stopped in the doorway, brain racing to catch up with him. He couldn't seem to make sense of the scene in front of him. Sleipnir and Squeaky were bent over someone whose hair was the same shade as Ayra. Even stranger, Squeaky was sobbing. Muninn wasn't sure that he'd ever seen her cry before. The new girl was standing there, a helpless expression on her face. There was blood everywhere, and bodies laying about the room.
His brain was trying to explain the situation, latching onto little details. Muninn took a step towards them, about to explain to them that this all was a mistake. There's no way that it was Ayra lying there, bloody and still. It must've been someone who looked like her, a dead soldier on SHEILD's side. All that escaped from his opened mouth was a sharp exhalation, followed by the ground meeting his knees. He stared sightlessly as his mind tried to find some other rational reason.
No he refused to believe that Ayra was gone. She was so bright, bold, and full of life. As Muninn blankly watches the scene in front of him, he recalls Ayra snarking with them, holding her own against the god of mischief, going through a portal just to see what was on the other side.
no.
No!
NO!
He shook his head unsteadily, a hand stretching down to race himself against the ground. Slowly, he began to comprehend what exactly was happening. Bit by bit, his denial turned into a dark, malicious anger. He was going to make Ayra's killers pay dearly. Muninn's hand clenched against the floor, eyes bright and narrowed to sharp points.
First though, he needed to get the others out alive.

[DuskzeHedgie]

(I think I've only been here for one, so idk. 0-0

SQUEAKY, KNIGHT, CROW
*attack hugs everyone*
YOURE ALL ALIIIVVVEEEEE *cradles and sobs*

WHY THE FEELS, MAN
WHY THE FEELS ;-;

This plot. it's like someone put my vital organs in a blender.)

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( ah, well welcome to the fifth revival Dusk xD

ah yes
can you smell it?
angst is in the air)