Multi-Fandom Gravity Falls Roleplay (Open, Accepting)

[InfectedHau]

Tracer||26||Female||Overwatch||Tagged: The Doctor

Tracer cocked her head to one side, confused. The time machine was a she? Was it alive? Or maybe it was like how Reyes used to call his car "she". Either way, weird that he couldn't control it. They were obviously more advanced than people in her time, so why could she control her time jumping while they couldn't? "Well, while you're here," Tracer said, blinking over to the door and holding it open, "Why not help me have a look around, love? Friend 'o mine says a lot of wierd stuff happened around here around this, time, should be fun to take a look at."

[puppypillar]

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The Doctor looked at his shoes. That's why...ol' girl brought me to a weird place again. He thought, looking back up at Tracer. He nodded, eager to explore the 'weird' town.

[symmetry]

Name:
Ricken
Fandom:
Fire Emblem: Awakening
Age:
Unknown; I headcanon him to be about 14-15
Powers:
He has the ability to use tomes
Pronouns:
he/him
Quote:
“I have this power for better or worse, and I know how to fight.”
Other:

[Seali1]

(Accepted)

[InfectedHau]

Tracer||26||Female||Overwatch||Tagged: The Doctor

"Right then," Tracer said, stepping out of the old box (she remebered where she'd seen it now, it was in an old photograph her parents had kept on the mantel. They called it a telephone booth, though why anyone would make a time machine out of one of those was beyond her). "Well, let's start where we left off, shall we?" Walking up to the door of the shop, Tracer proceeded to pound it with an armored fist again. "Anyone in there?" she called out, waiting for a reply. When none was forthcoming, the adventurer pulled out one of her pulse pistols with a flick of her wrist, blasted the lock off, then opened the door and walked inside. "Wierd place, this," she said, looking around at the empty store. "Come on in, love, let's get to explorin'."

[montmorency]

Sᴛᴀɴғᴏʀᴅ Pɪɴᴇs
The Author | Tracer, The Doctor | Gift shop

indentHearing a blast from the gift shop, he made a slightly questions look before beginning to walk over. What did he expect? Anything. Stanford entered the gift shop. "Who are you two?" Stanford asked, looking at the two people who had seemingly blasted the door open.

[puppypillar]

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The Doctor followed Tracer, keeping an eye on the citizens of the town. They were all bit...weird. He saw one lady who looked like she was winking, but never opened the shut eye. As he walked into the store, he pulled out a small metal object that looked like a pen, but had a flat blue tip that lit up and made a noise when he clicked it. He scanned their surroundings looking at the readings on the object.

The Doctor immediately turned around and stared at the man. He had broken glasses and gray hair, but his hair looked a bit like his, which made the Doctor respect him a bit (XD). "Uhh, I'm the Doctor." He admitted, staring at the man. Something about him seemed...weird. Special. Respecting, like he had saved a thousand planets like the Doctor himself.

[InfectedHau]

Tracer||26||Female||Overwatch||Tagged: The Doctor, Stanford

Oh. So there was someone in there after all. And She'd just blasted the door open. "Sorry 'bout the door, love," Trader said sheepishly, putting her pistol away. "Wasn't anyone answering, so I figured the place was abandoned. Name's Tracer, what's yours?"

[birdsarentreal]

Wendy put on her boots, and headed out the door to work. She whistled while she was walking, looking around as she headed to the Mystery Shack.

[puppypillar]

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The Doctor waited patiently for the man to respond. His eyes glinted uncertainty, but they were not scared a tiny bit. He looked at Tracer and saw her gun, frowning slightly. He hates guns. Guns killed his daughter. The Doctor was not a fan of violence or genocide, he was the mere opposite of the terms. He cared for everyone, even the things that wanted to kill him. The Doctor was a good man, and the last of his species.