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Quicklight-the leader of BT   age in god and human years    god years: 13    human years: 26

prism- the mele of BT   age in god and human years god years: 15 human years: 30

atlantic-- the mage of BT       age in god and human years    god years:15.5      human years:31

gold- the ranger (long range fighter) of BT        age in god and human years   god years:14      human years: 28

quicksilver- the scribe (the god of memories) of BT   age in god and human years god years:49    human years:98

storm- the child of BT       age in human years    human years:8

ONTO THE PROMPTS!

quicklight: I CAN'T DO IT!
prism, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
quicklight: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
atlantic: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
quicklight:
quicklight: I appreciate it,
quicklight: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
gold: quicklight-
quicklight: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
quicksilver: quicklight we gotta-
quicklight: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
quicklight: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
quicklight, motioning to storm: NOT FUCKING THIS

poor storm

quicklight, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
prism: Hey.
atlantic: Hi.
gold: Hello.
quicksilver: Hey!
quicklight: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
storm: We were out of Doritos

quicklight would just say "fair enough"

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
quicklight: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
prism: ...I did. I broke it.
quicklight: No. No you didn't. atlantic?
atlantic: Don't look at me. Look at gold.
gold: What?! I didn't break it.
atlantic: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
gold: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
atlantic: Suspicious.
gold: No, it's not!
quicksilver: If it matters, probably not, but storm was the last one to use it.
storm: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
quicksilver: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
storm: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, quicksilver!
prism: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, quicklight.
quicklight: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
quicksilver: quicklight... atlantic's been awfully quiet.
atlantic: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
quicklight, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
quicklight: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
quicklight:
quicklight: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

UM QUICKLIGHT WHY?!?!

quicklight: Hewwo.
prism: Hihiiiiii!
atlantic: Greetings, Humans.
quicksilver: Three kinds of people.
gold: I want pudding.
quicklight: Four kinds of people.
storm: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?
quicksilver: Five kinds of people

storm...storm you're 8...who taught you cuss words?

quicklight: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?prism: Nope, absolutely not.atlantic: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.gold: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.quicksilver: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.storm: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

poor quicklight

quicklight: Rules are made to be broken.
prism: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
atlantic: Uh, piñatas.
gold: Glow sticks.
quicksilver: Karate boards.
storm: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
quicklight: Rules.
prism:

prism like 20 minutes later  "BOI I WILL SNAP EVERYONES NECK HERE! SO SHUT!"

quicklight: prism... How do I begin to explain prism?atlantic: prism is flawless.gold: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000.quicksilver: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan.storm: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

storm you good?

'Can I copy the homework?'quicklight: I can help you with it!prism: Yeah, sure.atlantic: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.gold: lol nope.quicksilver: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!storm: *Read 5:55pm*

1. storm how do you have a phone?

2. Quicksilver you're the god of MEMORIES HOW DID YOU FORGET?

*The squad right before quicklight's wedding*prism: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.atlantic: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!gold: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as wellquicksilver: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTENDstorm, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

oop-

quicklight: We need to distract these guysprism: Leave it to meprism: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.atlantic, gold, and quicksilver: *Immediately begin arguing*storm, watching in horror: Oh this. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

good cause a war- butterflywing (the bad guy/girl)

I've spent too long on this lol