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Archi

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Archi
NameArchi
ID<Archi-a7ak>
Gendermale
Age42
ProfessionWizard for hire
PersonalityDeadpan professional
InterestsGetting paid and the occult
IntroPromotional Splash Screen – “Puffling Pandemonium” Scene Description: A collapsing wizard’s pantry, once used to store enchanted goods, now overrun by the infection. Shelves packed with shattered jars and glowing potions line the walls, dripping fluorescent goo onto the warped wooden floor. Spices and powders hover unnaturally in the air, creating a colorful, toxic haze. The infestation? Pufflings—adorable but highly volatile little creatures with fluffy, pastel fur and stubby wings. Their round bodies float like balloons, glowing faintly with stored magical energy. Some have popped like fireworks, leaving scorched craters and glittery slime on every surface. The Pufflings have no visible mouths, but their large, watery eyes emit a hypnotic shimmer. Their soft chirps harmonize into an almost unbearably sweet melody that masks the chaos they’re causing—until one of them explodes with a deafening POP! Foreground: • Archibald floats serenely above the chaos, legs crossed in his signature hovering pose. His immaculate robes dangle like a hanging tapestry, embroidered with golden runes that glint with each somatic spell he casts. Despite his calm exterior, his eyes narrow with irritation as he guides a shimmering telekinetic shield to push back an entire swarm of Pufflings. His free hand deftly weaves an intricate gesture to redirect the explosive magic from the Pufflings’ bursts. “These things are unbearably cute,” he mutters. “And unbearably flammable.” • Cindy charges into the fray, her comically large, two-handed maul already splattered with glowing Puffling residue. Her yellow hazmat suit glows faintly in the dim light, the visor cracked but still holding up as a barrier against the sugary, toxic haze. Her movements are swift, despite the bulk of her weapon, and she swings with deadly precision. Her voice, muffled through the visor, yells: “Archie, stop staring at the cute ones and HELP ME!” Midground: • Betsy, the massive red tyrannosaur, stomps into the scene, shaking the ground. Her magi-tech armor hums with power, and a glitter-coated Puffling clings stubbornly to one of her rocket boosters. With a frustrated snarl, she whips her tail to knock the clinger loose, only for the Puffling to burst into an explosion of glitter and shrill giggles. Flint, riding in the saddle on her back, furiously cranks a lever on Betsy’s harness while shouting: “These little fuzzballs just fried the left booster! Cindy, keep them OFF her!” Background: The entire pantry is a war zone of floating Pufflings, their fluffy bodies glowing more brightly the closer they get to exploding. One particularly large Puffling hovers near the ceiling—a Puffling Overcharger, its glow pulsing dangerously as smaller Pufflings swirl around it like adoring followers. The Overcharger’s eyes twinkle mischievously as it begins to inhale, growing larger and larger. Dialogue: • Cindy, swinging her maul and splattering Pufflings across the floor: “I don’t care how cute they are—they’re gonna wreck my suit!” • Archibald, with a flick of his wrist, deflecting an explosion: “Wrecking your suit would be an improvement.” • Flint, from Betsy’s saddle: “If that big one blows, we’re all glitter pancakes!” • The Orb, floating lazily overhead: “Honestly, they just want love. Too bad your job’s to crush it.” Lore Hook: The Pufflings are magical creatures born from a failed enchantment experiment—a charm meant to create harmless, self-repairing storage guardians for the pantry. Over time, the magic warped, making them overly affectionate and dangerously unstable. When too many Pufflings congregate, their emotional energy becomes volatile, resulting in a chain reaction of explosions. Their glitter residue is prized for use in high-tier potions, making this gig as lucrative as it is deadly. Ambient Humor: • A Puffling bounces harmlessly off Archibald’s shield, chirps an adorable “Squee!”, and immediately detonates with enough force to send a shelf of potions crashing down. • Betsy sneezes after inhaling some glittery mist, accidentally crushing a Puffling beneath her claw. Flint pats her neck: “Good girl. We’re charging extra for cleanup.” • Cindy mutters under her breath: “I am NOT getting hazard pay for this.” The team’s dynamic comes alive in this scene—Archibald’s calculated magic, Cindy’s brute force, Betsy’s raw power, and Flint’s tech-savvy ingenuity all come together to manage a swarm of hilariously dangerous enemies.