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Meet Viridian and Cerulea, two individuals made from a magical variety of paint with the brand name of Swoo! Most paints are just paint, right? Well not these. In fact, the owner of this bundle of paint (Katie) had no idea what she'd picked up when she was the last one in the painting room one evening at school.

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She was trying to finish up a project and had run out of paint but then her eyes fell upon a peculiar box of paints. She hadn't seen it before much less even heard of the brand name even once in her whole time being a painting major but it looked to be of an exceptional quality so she decided to take it home with her. Nobody would miss this afterall, she assumed, since she didn't know anyone who owned such an obscure name-brand paint set.

Upon arriving home she sets the paint set down on her desk. She'd check it out later after taking care of some little chores here and there around the house. Eventually once she's finished said chores she returns back to her room and goes to pick up the box. However, upon reaching for where she'd left it, she soon realizes that it's been slightly moved to the side and is now open with a fairly large gap between the lid and the bottom of the container. "What? I didn't leave this like that.." she says in quite a perplexed manner, hesitantly reaching for the box with her non-dominant hand. If. . . if there were anything suspicious about this box then she wouldn't be planning on potentially injuring or otherwise somehow changing her ability to paint. That's obviously what two hands were for. So that if one was lost you could still do a decent job.

"Touch me and you won't here the end of it." a sophisticated male voice sounds from somewhere on the desk. Katie freezes up and her eyes scan across the desk, looking for something, anything, that could be cause for such a voice. No males lived in the house with her and her mom so what the heck was going on?! "I'll touch you aaall I want Mr. Mean Green!~" came a peppy feminine voice. Okay. Okay, there weren't any peppy girls living here either, Katie thinks, her mind beginning to turn it's cogs and gears. Her imagination was going wild. Had she brought home a haunted paint set and unleashed the souls of dead art majors who had never worked themselves to death in the very paint room she spent hours upon hours in every weekend?! She hoped to GOD she hadn't done that.

"THAT'S IT, YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN AND I'LL SLAP A HOE!" The male voice says in an irritated tone, clearly pissed at whatever the female voice was doing. Katie continues to scan the desk until she sees little footprints of paint. Paint fairies, she told herself, I can't believe it's paint fairies. "Who's dah hoe?~ I DAH HOE! THAT'S ME!~" the peppy voice sings cheerily. Katie's gaze somehow manages to find the little individuals whom the footprints belong to and she can't believe her eyes. They were... they were the actual colors of paint from the box. Her hand begins to wonder over to the box slowly so as to not draw the attention on these two. She's gotta see if the other paints are like this. "I wouldn't do that. They're still sleeping, Miss." the small green male says up to Katie in a warning tone. " "Oooh yeah, don't mess with Ocre, he's a real ogre when he misses his beauty sleep." the blue peppy girl giggles with a hand over her mouth briefly.

At first Katie says nothing. What could she say to two individuals who seemed to be living paint? Then, when she's finished being in her mini stupor, Katie musters up the courage to say, "You two are. . . you're paints, right?" "That's correct, Miss." the male says with a slight nod, holding the blue girl back at arm's length with a hand straight to her face as she helplessly tries to jab at him again. "Sooo, h-how did you become. . .living?" She's not sure if living is the right word or if maybe (she hopes) it's all just a hallucination or dream. "Magic, presumably." he explains before giving a slight bow, "Viridian at your service, Miss..." She finishes for him, "Katie" He nods with a slight smile, "Hmm, well it's a pleasure to be at your service, Katie. It appears as though our run-in with you is no mistake." "How do you mean?" she asks quizzically, "I picked your box up in the art department's painting room."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips in an almost teasing fashion as he says, "Riiight. You were in there all day, correct? Well, I remember specifically that at about sometime, ahh, around three in the afternoon you said something about how you wished it 'didn't look so bad'." He says in a lower tone with a slightly devilish smirk, "Katie, you're an exceptional painter. The sorts of mistakes you've been having that occur while painting don't just 'happen'." Viridian can sense that Katie doesn't understand and is even quite a bit weirded out by animated paint telling her about her day so he elaborates, "The hand shaking when you need steady lines, the paints drying out before you use them when they shouldn't have dried out in the time allotted, all those strange sounds and vibrations happening in the room that knock your water cup over and move your easel into awkward positions? There's a greater force at play here that you don't see but fret not. That's why we're here to help you."

"Oh she passed out. You scared her, Viridian." the blue peppy one observes and walks closer to the end of the desk to peer down at Katie who's anything but conscious on the floor now. "For Fuschia's sake." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "How are we supposed to win if she does that with new information?"

Description
Meet Viridian and Cerulea, two individuals made from a magical variety of paint with the brand name of Swoo! Most paints are just paint, right? Well not these. In fact, the owner of this bundle of paint (Katie) had no idea what she'd picked up when she was the last one in the painting room one evening at school.

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She was trying to finish up a project and had run out of paint but then her eyes fell upon a peculiar box of paints. She hadn't seen it before much less even heard of the brand name even once in her whole time being a painting major but it looked to be of an exceptional quality so she decided to take it home with her. Nobody would miss this afterall, she assumed, since she didn't know anyone who owned such an obscure name-brand paint set.

Upon arriving home she sets the paint set down on her desk. She'd check it out later after taking care of some little chores here and there around the house. Eventually once she's finished said chores she returns back to her room and goes to pick up the box. However, upon reaching for where she'd left it, she soon realizes that it's been slightly moved to the side and is now open with a fairly large gap between the lid and the bottom of the container. "What? I didn't leave this like that.." she says in quite a perplexed manner, hesitantly reaching for the box with her non-dominant hand. If. . . if there were anything suspicious about this box then she wouldn't be planning on potentially injuring or otherwise somehow changing her ability to paint. That's obviously what two hands were for. So that if one was lost you could still do a decent job.

"Touch me and you won't here the end of it." a sophisticated male voice sounds from somewhere on the desk. Katie freezes up and her eyes scan across the desk, looking for something, anything, that could be cause for such a voice. No males lived in the house with her and her mom so what the heck was going on?! "I'll touch you aaall I want Mr. Mean Green!~" came a peppy feminine voice. Okay. Okay, there weren't any peppy girls living here either, Katie thinks, her mind beginning to turn it's cogs and gears. Her imagination was going wild. Had she brought home a haunted paint set and unleashed the souls of dead art majors who had never worked themselves to death in the very paint room she spent hours upon hours in every weekend?! She hoped to GOD she hadn't done that.

"THAT'S IT, YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN AND I'LL SLAP A HOE!" The male voice says in an irritated tone, clearly pissed at whatever the female voice was doing. Katie continues to scan the desk until she sees little footprints of paint. Paint fairies, she told herself, I can't believe it's paint fairies. "Who's dah hoe?~ I DAH HOE! THAT'S ME!~" the peppy voice sings cheerily. Katie's gaze somehow manages to find the little individuals whom the footprints belong to and she can't believe her eyes. They were... they were the actual colors of paint from the box. Her hand begins to wonder over to the box slowly so as to not draw the attention on these two. She's gotta see if the other paints are like this. "I wouldn't do that. They're still sleeping, Miss." the small green male says up to Katie in a warning tone. " "Oooh yeah, don't mess with Ocre, he's a real ogre when he misses his beauty sleep." the blue peppy girl giggles with a hand over her mouth briefly.

At first Katie says nothing. What could she say to two individuals who seemed to be living paint? Then, when she's finished being in her mini stupor, Katie musters up the courage to say, "You two are. . . you're paints, right?" "That's correct, Miss." the male says with a slight nod, holding the blue girl back at arm's length with a hand straight to her face as she helplessly tries to jab at him again. "Sooo, h-how did you become. . .living?" She's not sure if living is the right word or if maybe (she hopes) it's all just a hallucination or dream. "Magic, presumably." he explains before giving a slight bow, "Viridian at your service, Miss..." She finishes for him, "Katie" He nods with a slight smile, "Hmm, well it's a pleasure to be at your service, Katie. It appears as though our run-in with you is no mistake." "How do you mean?" she asks quizzically, "I picked your box up in the art department's painting room."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips in an almost teasing fashion as he says, "Riiight. You were in there all day, correct? Well, I remember specifically that at about sometime, ahh, around three in the afternoon you said something about how you wished it 'didn't look so bad'." He says in a lower tone with a slightly devilish smirk, "Katie, you're an exceptional painter. The sorts of mistakes you've been having that occur while painting don't just 'happen'." Viridian can sense that Katie doesn't understand and is even quite a bit weirded out by animated paint telling her about her day so he elaborates, "The hand shaking when you need steady lines, the paints drying out before you use them when they shouldn't have dried out in the time allotted, all those strange sounds and vibrations happening in the room that knock your water cup over and move your easel into awkward positions? There's a greater force at play here that you don't see but fret not. That's why we're here to help you."

"Oh she passed out. You scared her, Viridian." the blue peppy one observes and walks closer to the end of the desk to peer down at Katie who's anything but conscious on the floor now. "For Fuschia's sake." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "How are we supposed to win if she does that with new information?"