Roleplay

Thought we could do it in here, but how to start?
Me; *wonders why they haven't answered*
Also me: OH YEAH PING-

@GayScreeching

Some context on the Spec Room:

- When you leave, you forget you were in there and any games you had played and go back to life as normal.
- This is why Chasma was annoyed at Andiron, as xe believed he had abandoned them.
- Therefore, after coming out of the Spec room, Igneae wouldn't remember Crowley or what happened to them.
- They'd have the same personality and things like that.
- Igneae would stay bi, chivalrous and would still want to be a knight.
- HOWEVER, since Igneae and Crowley formed a close bond, Igneae would still feel the bond, but not really remember why.

Lol, I feel that

Anyway, we could start with either KitC as our base or go completely off topic from that, and come up with some way that hopefully doesn't involve Ignae getting murdered other than KitC that they met?

Edit: The Spec room sounds hella interesting, and sort of similar to some of the lore loopholes I jump through to make KitC make sense for my dragons

@MediaeLycan

Dumb question probably but did you sub to the thread?

(Subbed btw)

I'm not sure to come off of the KitC, but if you have an idea shoot!
If we were to go off of another topic, I was thinking some sort of gathering.
- Guards needed as important people are there.
- Crowley is there too (duh.)
- Igneae is also in attendance, as a Fully Fledged Knight.
- Something goes wrong. (Something explodes, magic explosion, sword-fight, arrows? You choose if we go here.)
- As one comes towards Crowley, Igneae jumps in front and shields him.
- He is unscathed due to his full suit of armour, but Crowley can't recognise him, (full suit of armour.)
- Taken to a healer/taken to a place to stay that's safe?
- Maybe Crowley still has Igneae's sword?

In my lore a lot of the time KitC is used more as a basis for how to work lore as opposed to an actual even that happened, generally speaking, though there are occasions where in the case of the round itself becoming canon then I use timeline and multi dimension bs.

TL DR: KitC acts as frame work and when that doesn't work things get complicated

I'm more than fine with going with your Spec Room lore and working along the path you proposed tbh cause that also fits pretty well with my lore

Oki dokie then! You start off if there's nothing else we need to discuss! :D

Okay cool!

Want to go with the gathering being based around the idea of a bunch of healers gathering to set up the hospital Crowley is, at this point in time, trying to set up or do you wanna work with a different idea for the gathering?

The healers thing works perfectly!

The little green tundra watched quietly as healers from all over gathered in the little section of the wasteland he had invited them to. If he was being honest he hadn't expected this many dragons to show up, nor did he really think the large group of guards was that necessary, but better safe than sorry. Biting at his lip he looked over all the unfamiliar faces, trying to gauge everyone's reactions even before he got on the stage; he knew not everyone supported the idea, especially not some of the native plague, and even nature, dragons around the area but he was hoping he could get everyone's help. He just wanted things to work out.

Taking a deep breath he made his way towards the little makeshift stage his moms helped him set up, they had been so supportive throughout all of this. As he reached the stage he fiddled idly with the old broadsword strapped to his hip. It wasn't sharp, it hadn't been in ages, but somehow the old blade helped to steady his nerves. He never could use a sword to save his life but it's presence was reassuring, it reminded him of the same comforting feeling when he wrapped himself in a blanket, not that he could really remember why.

Stealing his nerves he stepped up onto the stage, all eyes moving to rest on his almost instantly. Crowley could feel his breath catch in his throat as the fear rose up again before the little bird that rested in his fur let out a soft chirp. Smiling slightly he straightened his posture before opening his maw to speak, just before a chilling screech echoed across the clearing. His eyes found a furious looking mirror with deep red eyes before suddenly the sky seemed to go dark with a volley of arrows.

Crowley could only stand, frozen by fear as the sharp tips raced towards him and the other healers.