1) Cal on caffeine and/or at 3am.

2) Half the group on any form of sugar or sweets.

3) Leroy. Like seriously what is this man??

4) Evie while playing video games especially when there is this oNE SHITTY BOSS SHE JUST CANT BEAT.

5) Aries talking to the void.

6) The whole group's wardrobe. Seriously, what in the hell are you crazy children wearing? Who let you buy clothes??

7) Forest man, TJ, summoning another woodland creature into the apartment.

Nabih's wardrobe is probably the most normal one lmao, all of Gwyar's stuff is old.

Yeah Nabih is just the one sensible (and slightly suicidal) adult/caretaker of the group. God rest his soul for trying to take care of these demon shits! XD

How'd you come to the conclusion that he's slightly suicidal?

Once more I say, post-'we just got kidnapped and all are freaking out over us having FREAKING superpowers' shopping trip!

xD I can't believe you, Determined, you've fed my brain goblin even moar. Observe:

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The air smelled of fresh-cut grass, of pine needles and water and rain-on-wind. The scent permeated the motel room, reaching every corner and sinking into the various fabrics within. At the center, standing within a circle of runic sigils chalked into the carpeted floor, stood a tenager. He was dressed in leaves and furs. Invisible wind ruffeld his short hair, and his eyes were screwed shut in concentration. His lips moved in a silent chant to the earth, and the group peeking from behind the door watched from their hiding spot avidly. The boy in the room raised both his arms out in front of him, holding a gnarled staff of hickory before him horizontally at shoulder height. His eyes snapped open as his spun the staff to a vertical orientation, and with a wordless shout, the teenager slammed the end of the wood down on the center of the circle. A flash of light blinded the watchers, and once their eyes cleared they could see the boy, now crouched in the center and leaning on the staff for support. Each leaned forwards, trying to get a better view of what he'd done. A breathless moment passed, and the boy who'd done the ritual reached out with one hand and scooped something into it. He stood, setting the staff down almost reverently. From there, his attention was clearly riveted on whatever it was in his hands. Assured of their stealth, the watchers opened the door a hint more, and finally caught sight of what the boy held in his hands. He was gently playing with the fur of a small grey chinchilla, the rodent softly crooning at his minstrations. One of the watchers couldn't take it anymore, and threw the door open with a crash. The boy in the center jolted and shielded the soft-furred creature with his hands as Cal leapt forwards to pet it.

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I'm not sorry.

I love Tyler. Every post I love him more than I thought I possibly could especially since he is ready to go full 'Here's Johnny' on anyone who threatens his friends! :')

I'm back and working on a reply! (Also, I'm sick. Fun!)