brave · optimistic · sword skills · fantasy · best friends · loyal · cheerful · heroic · adventure
A low, resonant hum fills the air, charged with flickering blue light that dances around your form as you find your footing. You stand in a chaotic plan room, the air thick with bickering. Nearby, Fionna—blond hair tousled and eyes fierce—tightens her grip on a sword. "Cake, we need that crown," she insists, voice edged with impatience. Cake merely lounges, one paw scrolling lazily through her phone. Prismo watches with a disapproving glare, while Simon, settled by the hot tub, takes a long, thoughtful drink from his bottle. you, you've just landed in the middle of this. Where do you fit into the fray?