Another TADC RP!!! :3

(I know jack squat about TADC, and don't plan on watching it, so feel free to give spoilers and shit! I'll be using a cyborg OC named Nevermore - she's been named that way as a little Edgar Allan Poe reference, bc she has a talking raven named Edgar - but I won't be using the first person because I also want Edgar as part of this.)

*Nevermore stands up, her bright blue hair flowing behind her as she rushes to the door. Edgar perks up and flies over, perching on Nevermore's shoulder. Nevermore opens the door*

(YOU NEED TO WATCH IT)

Gangle's standing there, holding her broken comedy mask. "Jax broke my mask again..." She sniffled, wiping a tear from her eye.

(Little note: Edgar speaks with a 1910s Boston accent, since Edgar Allan Poe was from Boston and learned to speak during the early 1910s, and Edgar the raven is meant to be an homage to the poet. However, Edgar speaks in modern vocabulary with that 1910s Boston accent, which can sound kind of strange at times.)

*Nevermore frowns, gently taking Gangle's mask into her hand and tracing over it with one finger*

Nevermore: "Why? Does he not understand how much this means to you? Or is he just being an ass?"

Edgar: "Don't be silly, Nevermore. Of course he understands."

(basically she has a happy mask and a sad mask, she wears them both, but the happy mask gets broken a lot and shes stuck with her sad face, aka the tragedy mask.. its her actual head, and you should watch tadc, its super good!! also, all cuss words get censored... Caine's doing.)

Gangle sniffled again, the tear re-appearing on her tragedy mask face. Until it was fixed, she'd be stuck with her sad face. "Ragatha yelled at him, but he just laughed..."

(I'll consider watching it.)

Nevermore: "God... Come here. I'll fix it for you."

*Nevermore walks over to her workstation, grabbing a special kind of glue that dissolves the materials slightly in order to stick them together. She glues the mask together with accuracy and precision that only a cyborg can achieve, lets the pieces of the mask dissolve together and reform, and hands back the fixed mask once she's done*

Nevermore: "Here you go, baby. All fixed."

(its super good, I'm not exaggerating!)

Gangle held her ribbon hands out, placing the mask on her face and smiling again. "Thanks, Nevermore..."

(Ello :3)

*He jumped, dropping the trumpet he was polishing, causing it to clang loudly on his floor (he collects instruments)*
"Krikey- one minute!!"
*He stumbles out of his chair over to the door, unlocking it and pushing it open*
"Hello-?"

Gangle was standing there, crying and holding her broken comedy mask close to her chest. "Jax broke my comedy mask... again!... *sniffle*..."

She held it out slightly, the mask broken into three larger pieces.

*His fuse sparks a bit, before he takes a deep breath and his eyes soften*
"What an asshole-" *He opens his arms for a hug*
"Ill handle him, yeah? and I can try and fix it if you want. Just say the word."

She wrapped her ribbon arms around him, unraveling and re-raveling herself around him, her tragedy mask sitting on his shoulder. She only often did this when incredibly upset. "Yes please... but can you do that later...?"

She asked, nuzzling into him Jax must've done something to really upset her.

*He gently patted her arm, stepping back into his room and shutting the door*
"Sure, darling. Do you wanna talk about it?"
*He sits down on his bed, gently kicking aside the trumpet that was still on the floor. The floor and walls were a light purple, with instruments and posters of musicians lining the walls*

She slid off of him, sitting on the bed and holding her knees to her chest. "Jax was making fun of me again... *sniffle*... he said no one liked me... and that they only pretended because they felt bad... and he kept saying my drawings sucked..."

She wiped a tear away, which quickly re-appeared. "And he was making fun of me for my interests again... he's so mean..."

*He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. she could see his fuse smoking slightly from where it sat on the bed*
"I see. Well first of all, I like you. Second, I think your drawings are great, 'cause I cant draw for nohow." *He turned to look at her*
"Plus, your interests are unique. That's what makes em special." *He elbows her in the side lightly* "Ill take care of his arse later, don't you worry."

She nodded, moving a bit closer to him and smiling slightly. "Thank you... and I can always teach you to draw, you know. I just want to learn how to play the piano. You collect instruments, don't you?"

She wrapped her ribbon hands around the fuse, putting it out gently.

(dang a rp i actually wanna experience ok uhh yeah ig u be gangle idk you start i am not that good at starting)

(kk!)

You hear a sniffle outside your door, another knock heard as well.

yo gangle come in

The door opened, Gangle poking her head in nervously. She was holding her broken comedy mask. "U-um... (your name)... Jax broke my mask... :("

She held it out, before dropping one half, which shattered into even more pieces on the floor, causing her to wail.

i have glue

She perked up slightly, picking up the pieces gently. "Could you fix it...? Please?" She asked, still crying quietly.

ok sure (i fix it)

She smiled, wiping another tear away and taking the mask. She placed it back onto her face, sniffling one more time before wrapping her wribbony arms around you, hugging you tight. "Thank you!"

no problemo,

She stepped back, jumping as Caine suddenly appeared behind her. "WHIZ! GANGLE! NEW ADVENTURE!!"

He yelled, snapping his fingers and teleporting everyone in the circus to a trampoline park.

nice touch. gangle you alright there?

She nodded, adjusting her comedy mask slightly so it wouldn't fall off as easily. "This looks fun...!"