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((ok so im hoping to read through some of conners comics and then maybe change his app and stuff to be more in line with the comics, but we’ll see how things go on tuesday 

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I'd like to request a hiatus for conner kent from DC comics?? Today is 6/17/2019! I'm having a bit of a time with his muse so i wanna take a small break without dropping him yet! Thanks for your time!

Oop, missed this. Noted!

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i sent in a hiatus request for conner, cause ive been struggling with his muse. im sorry for the people who had liked the starter call, you may want to go like someone else’s so you can get the full participation without relying on me. im hoping to get his muse back soon, but imma just take a small break from him

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ok so conner can help people fight off the mist reapers, if anyone is interested. capping at two, though if theres anyone interested in plotting, reply to this and we can chat in im

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“I mean, not too different? Scales aside, it’s pretty sick.” He pulled his sleeves upto show just how far the scales went up his arms. “I got my strength back, and now I can breath fire too! I don’t know if Superman can breath fire, but now I can too! I wonder if we get to keep this stuff for later? Does the island do stuff like this often?”

He was worried that the scales might catch on his leather jacket and tear the thing to pieces one day, so he would sometimes sling it over his shoulder to keep it from getting messed up too badly. “I’m glad you’re staying out of trouble though, but if you do, feel free to call me. I could use a good fight every once in a while.”

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“Sora?” Conner hadn’t really been trying to hide his scent, sneaking around wasn’t really his style. But when he thought he was being followed, he had at least tried to loose whoever was following him. But he was relieved to find out it was someone he knew.

“It’s good to see you. How’ve you been holding up since everything went all kinds of weird?”

Sora was at least lucky to have a few friends like him- though it would be safe to not try and find them always through a sense of smell. He could one day just get them confuse with someone else and that will just spell trouble that he didn’t exactly want to deal with. Or at least it would be pretty troubling for his own kind, as well as the other Draken. But at least he can relax, act as if there wasn’t a worry in the world.

Except when the other ask that question.

“Umm… Well, I’ve been holding up pretty well. Haven’t gotten into major trouble by anyone yet. Haven’t been caught talking to other races and get a good scowling lesson for doing that. So maybe it’s not all bad. What about you? I would think you would have trouble. I’ve turned into this form once, but it wasn’t anything that surprise me so much. But you’re basically part dragon! How’s that like?”

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“Heh, fer sure, I’ll write that down for ya. Once I find something to write with. And on.” He looked around, trying to find said items. 

“Well, let’s worry about that later. For now, let’s look for hammers. I’m Conner by the way.”

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“Chillax dude, I’m just playing with you.” He held his hands up in surrender, then tucked them back into his jacket. “A homey is a friend. Or well another word for a friend.”

Oh right there was a quest board thing. “That’s not a bad idea actually.” Then he wouldn’t have to worry about having to see if he could access Lex’s account and borrow some money from his other dad. “Ok, hammer first. Then you help me find some stuff I might wanna buy, deal?”

“Homey…Huh.”  He repeated to himself, but nodded, “I guess that makes sense…”  Blue didn’t know if it was true, but he didn’t know much of anything that was modern, so he’d just have to believe him.

“Can I get that in writing?”  Blue asked, “I’m going to need to parade that around.”  He had a good idea every once in awhile!  It was just a rare occurrence.  “Yeah, sure…”  He agreed, he couldn’t expect help from the other without some form of payment, so it was only fair. 

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“Chillax dude, I’m just playing with you.” He held his hands up in surrender, then tucked them back into his jacket. “A homey is a friend. Or well another word for a friend.”

Oh right there was a quest board thing. “That’s not a bad idea actually.” Then he wouldn’t have to worry about having to see if he could access Lex’s account and borrow some money from his other dad. “Ok, hammer first. Then you help me find some stuff I might wanna buy, deal?”

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“That is a pretty sad looking sword.” He snickered, but decided the elf didn’t need his teasing. “Ok homey, let’s get you a war hammer. Then we can work on figuring out how to pay for it. There’s got to be some place that makes weapons, right? We just gotta find one that makes pretty sick war hammers that can hold up in a fight. I don’t think they’ll let us test it out first.”

“It gets the job done, that’s all that matters!!”  Blue defended, but it was true…Sometimes the short sword would fall into the scabbard if he wasn’t careful, as the scabbard was more fitted for the original length of his sword.

“What’s a ‘homey’?”  He wasn’t exactly very familiar with modern vernacular like that.  “Like I said, money’s not an issue…Maybe I can go to that quest board or something!!”  Blue exclaimed and started forward, “I want to find a hammer first before anything’s set in stone!!”

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“That is a pretty sad looking sword.” He snickered, but decided the elf didn’t need his teasing. “Ok homey, let’s get you a war hammer. Then we can work on figuring out how to pay for it. There’s got to be some place that makes weapons, right? We just gotta find one that makes pretty sick war hammers that can hold up in a fight. I don’t think they’ll let us test it out first.”

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“I can help you find one, but I can’t help you pay for it. You’re on your own for that. Mostly cause I don’t have my dad’s money anymore. Or a celebrity status anymore either.” He stood up and stretched, then turned back to the boy. “Are we talking war hammers or like, the kind of hammers people use to fix things? I think knowing that might help us figure out where to start.”

“That’s what I meant!”  The elf shrugged, “Money’s not an issue!”  It might be, but he didn’t know how much a hammer might cost anyways.

“War hammers!  Great for flattening and clearing paths!  It’s my weapon of choice if I don’t have a sword.  And my sword is more like a dagger at this point.”

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“Well I can fly naturally, even before I was turned into a part dragon guy.” He shrugged, though stretched his wings out some to get a feel for them. “I haven’t tried to fly with them, but maybe that might be more fun? I’ve gotten some of my strength back because of this form, how about I try lifting you up into the air and dropping you? Don’t worry I can catch you if you don’t seem to be able to figure out the flying so you don’t hit the ground.”

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          “I still can’t seem to get flying down.” Tanjirou admits, tone half dejected in a way that’s almost childish. After all, it seems exciting and useful to do, and with wings on his back, he expected it to be fairly easy. He has control over his tail and somewhat control over his fire breathing—flight should be next on the newfound abilities list. “Maybe they’re too small to carry me.” He considers and knows of all his lack of height, he’s more muscle than anything; birds have hollow bones to help them fly and Tanjirou is no bird—just a boy turned part dragon of a sort. He plops down on the stone fence he was walking along – practicing his balance by means of different perches—and gives his companion a look. “What about you? You have wings kinda like mine, can you fly?”

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“I can help you find one, but I can’t help you pay for it. You’re on your own for that. Mostly cause I don’t have my dad’s money anymore. Or a celebrity status anymore either.” He stood up and stretched, then turned back to the boy. “Are we talking war hammers or like, the kind of hammers people use to fix things? I think knowing that might help us figure out where to start.”

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“So much for needing glue, haha!”  Blue brandished his much shorter blade in front of the other, at first he was worried about repairing it, but he didn’t think about adapting and working with what he has at first.  So, no loss.

“I still want a hammer though.  Help me find one.”  He didn’t even ask…Just appointed the other to the job.

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((anyone wanna do a quest with conner?

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“Not you killing people, but fighting is kinda fun.” He learned to have fun with his fighting when he was first made, because for the most part it was just harmless. He couldn’t get hurt easily back when he had his invulnerability, so it was always kind of a game. 

“Aw are you worried about me?” He teased, throwing another bandit out of the fight before slamming his fist into someone else’s face. “Don’t worry! These guys aren’t the Eradicator or any aliens, so I think I can take em!”

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“As if!” Like hell he was going to just sit and let someone else do the fighting. He was Superman for crying out loud! His job was to protect the people! So of course he was going to back this guy up and beat up the bandits. 

He ran out from his hiding spot, grabbing a man by his shirt and throwing him into a group of other men. 

“I’m not gonna let you have all the fun!” He might be only armed with his fists, but he knew how to fight.

As the ax fell upon the shoulder of one of the bandits, he came to realize that the kid had joined in against his word. He let out a laugh, then silenced it before it would finish.

“This is fun to you?!” he shouted, in the middle of swinging at another bandit who, with a quick jump to the side, managed to dodge, but didn’t expect him to swing again right away, the ax cutting right into his abdomen.

“If you get hurt, I warned you.”

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“It’s not?? I have plenty of people stop me on the street for photos and autographs. Do people not do that?” He seemed absolutely baffled at the idea that you don’t just walk up to people and start talking to them.

@scirephysica it won’t lemme tag you but I hope you see this maybe I’m spelling the url wrong but idk

“Ahaha, no way! Are you a real skeleton?? You look like a real skeleton!” He announced loudly, walking up the thing. “Solid!”

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sweats as i try to catch up on all of conners threads immediately 

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“As if!” Like hell he was going to just sit and let someone else do the fighting. He was Superman for crying out loud! His job was to protect the people! So of course he was going to back this guy up and beat up the bandits. 

He ran out from his hiding spot, grabbing a man by his shirt and throwing him into a group of other men. 

“I’m not gonna let you have all the fun!” He might be only armed with his fists, but he knew how to fight.

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“It’s best you lay low and keep your head down,” he says, his voice a vibrato soft yet commanding, pushing the young man down with a hand on his shoulder.

Bandits along the path, easy spotted from signs of activity on the road, prepared to assault anyone walking along without attention to their surroundings. A few meters ahead, along the sides of the road, footprints and brush swept aside. Clearly, they didn’t understand that it was best to follow along the path in the wilderness than to just walk out and hide.

“Give me a shout if you’re in trouble,” he says, immediately sprinting out of hiding and deep into the foliage, the sound of metal sinking into something, and a scream.

From that, all others around the vicinity were alerted, and immediately came out of their spots of ambush to rush to see what had happened.

Out of the bush leaped a figure, cloaked in robes now splashed in blood, an ax in held high up, ready to swing down on another.

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Conner had been walking around the area, trying to explore it. The original city like island had changed into some fantasy level island, and there was so much more to see. His attention is drawn from his spot, to a voice up in a tree. Upon further inspection, he sees a cute girl waving a sword around and picking apples. Or just the one apple. Maybe she was hungry. Most likely. 

“Hm? Oh no don’t worry babe, I can get my own apples if I want, but that’s sweet of you to offer.” To demonstrate, he floats up to where she is and picks an apple off the branch with ease. “Want anymore while I’m up here? I won’t charge ya. Dya mind if I sit with you too?”

   An apple in a tree? Not a problem! Aiming her sword at the bit of dangling fruit she focuses. It doesn’t feel any different from when she uses her horn to grab things for herself. The key difference is only that her horn’s seemingly become a sword for her to use as she’s become a human. While the thought in itself is jarring for Une, she’s quick to brush it off once the familiar blue glow rises from her blade. “Awwwh, Yeah!” The apple follows suit, brimming with the glowing energy before being yanked off it’s spot on the tree.

    Excited, Une bounces up and down in her spot as the apple calmly floats towards her. Thud! Oops. She dropped it prematurely. “Awh… Well my horn was a bit weaker when I came to this place… when it was… a city.” Her face scrunches up. Kinda hard to believe this place changed so drastically. and all because of… Her twisted mouth shapes to a pout now. “Leeeeeet’s not think about that now! Right now, I just wanna eat!”

   Ahhh, Apples. Their juicy sweetness. That oddly satisfying bitter taste. It didn’t matter what kind it was to her, Une couldn’t resist the satisfying taste of one. Licking her lips as she brought the fruit to her mouth, she giggles. “Time to go in my tum-tum, Apple!” Her mouth opens wide annnnnnd… “OH!” She doesn't bite into it. Instead she looks to her onlooker and beams, holding it up for the Draken to see. “Didja want it? I can just get myself another!”

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