*Could I have a recap description of Tear? I'm not actually capable of picturing anything in my head, so the descriptions don't stick around in my head either.*
*Could I have a recap description of Tear? I'm not actually capable of picturing anything in my head, so the descriptions don't stick around in my head either.*
*He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. He’s wearing a loos shirt and trousers, no shoes, and his eyes are a very pale grey. He’s covered in swirling tattoos of multicoloured ink.*
*Could I have a recap description of Tear? I'm not actually capable of picturing anything in my head, so the descriptions don't stick around in my head either.*
“I did them myself.. though it wasn’t as hard as it looks. I simply had to do this one..” His tattoos run and shift, coalescing back to a feather - a quill pen - dipped in a red ink pot, on the right side of his face. “It’s a magic tattoo. Looks however I want.”
*Thanks :)*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Tear moves to give her room. “Hello?” He’s still invisible.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Arty jumps. "Hello, invisible person," she says in Sylvan.
Chilling kinda vibe.
“Sorry.. I don’t know what you are saying.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Actually, I may have to go any minute. If I don't reply for a while, then I've gone and will get back to you later.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*It’s fine, DW about it.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Hello, not see person," she evidently doesn't know the word for invisible, "Who are you?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
Tear becomes visible. “I’m Tear. Who are you?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"I'm Arty. Isn't Tear a sad thing? Are you sad?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
“No. A tear can be happy or sad.. it’s the physical response to extremes of either.”
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"Oh. Are you happy or sad at this time?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
“I’m OK. I’m not very happy or very sad. But closer to happy, I think.”
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Arty smiles. "I'm happy too."
*Could I have a recap description of Tear? I'm not actually capable of picturing anything in my head, so the descriptions don't stick around in my head either.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. He’s wearing a loos shirt and trousers, no shoes, and his eyes are a very pale grey. He’s covered in swirling tattoos of multicoloured ink.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“That’s good.. Why did you come up here?”
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Arty laughs, "It looked really comfy! I like your... tattoos. They're really cool. Where did you get them?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
“I did them myself.. though it wasn’t as hard as it looks. I simply had to do this one..” His tattoos run and shift, coalescing back to a feather - a quill pen - dipped in a red ink pot, on the right side of his face. “It’s a magic tattoo. Looks however I want.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Arty is suitably impressed. "So... why are you up here?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
“It’s more comfortable. And people don’t bump into me all the time.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Why were you... not being seen... earlier?"
Chilling kinda vibe.