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Maybe some sort of rec centre space or basic room?

Cupid didn't struggle. He shrugged sheepishly and sat down again. "Sorry..." he muttered.

Cupid nodded and bolted out of the room. Those who could see his face would've seen a grimace of pain as he put pressure on his injured leg/ankle.

kylee wrote: "“What, can you grow or something?” Sasha asked politely."

"I could get bigger, I've been practising and I can get to 12 feet without passing out," Cupid begged, "Please let me [feel important] help!"

Cami wrote: "Altha smiled, "I'm not letting you," she said and shrugged, "I don't think you would survive. It's simple math. One human versus a large deadly beast that has poison, or something, in it's fangs. I..."

"What about one 9 foot tall [useless] human versus a large deadly beast with fangs?" Cupid shot back.

{{ i'm using [] these brackets as thoughts, so he didn't say that out loud}}

"I swear, I'm not goofing around." He addressed this to Sasha, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Why not?" Cupid asked mildly.

Cupid kept his mouth shut, but when there was a pause he added, "I could fight her."

"How big, exactly?" Cupid pressed. "Approximate."

Cupid, who had been sitting quietly despite his (probably) sprained ankle, raised his hand and spoke. "How big is she? In the monster form, I mean."

{{i have a show in a few minutes so if i don't respond much that's why}}

I have Nicholas.

Nicholas has phasing

Name: Nicholas Law
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: Average height, kinda stocky but not super heavyset, frizzy red hair, really pale green eyes, an insane amount of freckles all over, two tattoos (one on his forearm that's an electric ukelele, the other on his abdomen which is a hand with the middle finger cut off, a reference to one of his favourite albums) Typically wears 90s fashion, likes to joke that he's always two decades late
Personality: Patient, clever, speaks very cryptically, feels that he is not interesting enough as is so he needs to make himself more interesting, can be blunt/oblivious to tension and emotions but if you explain carefully he'll probably understand. He likes 80s punk-rock
Power: he can phase in and out of physical existence
Other(not needed): gay as all heck
likes writing opinion pieces and musical/rhythmic poetry

Cupid limped into the infirmary and looked around. "Is there a nurse here? I hurt my ankle, and even though it's not broken or anything I wanted to get it checked out," he asked the assembled sick folk and other weakened entities.

Cupid winced as he made his way across the room, stopping frequently for breaths and avoiding people. He nearly gave up close to the door, momentarily panicking about getting past it, but then remembering that he could shrink down further. He slid under the door, gritting his teeth so as not to scream, then grew bigger outside of it and limped his way to the place where medical going-on happen.

Cecelia wrote: ""yeah," Misha and he smiles at the ground like he's shy all of a sudden. though the smile would still probably kill a few birds."

{{misha's existence is just toxic to birds}}

kylee wrote: "(cupid is s t r u g g l i n g)"

{{tbh cupid is always struggling}}

Cupid was starting to feel guilty for not tuning the conversation out as well as he could have. No matter what he did now, it would be weird. He attempted to scale the length of the dummy, but forgot how small he was and let go too soon. The impact of the fall sent a splitting pain up his left leg and he let out a cry of shock, knowing it was unlikely anyone would hear him. He attempted to right himself for several seconds before leaning against the dummy, panting and wheezing, to try and catch his breath. Thus began the adventures of Tiny Cupid in the training room. He was getting tired of these close encounters with death. Once or twice, even three times was fine, but no one needed Honey I Shrunk The Kids 4: Cupid Shrunk Himself and Nearly Died Again.

Cupid decided that this would be a great time to walk into a room. Great job. 10/10 timing. Wow. He paced quietly into the room and jumped onto a dummy's head, shrinking before he landed. About 2 inches tall and oblivious to the people around him, he slunk around the dummy's head, looking for a good vantage point.

Cecelia wrote: "Misha gives her a wink that would kill birds, "Hi, my name's Misha.""

The Audubon Society of America quake in their collective boots