*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
Her thoughts can only be described as confused, ok.
Yeah, it's confusing. To me too. Just imagine the Astral Realm, mixed with the Far Realm, mixed with a normal brain. That's the plane of Psyche.
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*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
Her thoughts can only be described as confused, ok.
Yeah, it's confusing. To me too. Just imagine the Astral Realm, mixed with the Far Realm, mixed with a normal brain. That's the plane of Psyche.
Alright then, you may go on about your day now. His thoughts now focus on not trying to think about the rain as of right now, its not really working.
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
Lore lets her, getting dragged all the way in,
"Alright, I'm going to get changed before I catch a cold, alright? Be right back!" V waved and walked off to presumably her room.
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A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
"Huh. How long do you think until the rain stops?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
Her thoughts can only be described as confused, ok.
Yeah, it's confusing. To me too. Just imagine the Astral Realm, mixed with the Far Realm, mixed with a normal brain. That's the plane of Psyche.
Alright then, you may go on about your day now. His thoughts now focus on not trying to think about the rain as of right now, its not really working.
The rain above and around him for about ten feet disappears, and whenever new rain falls into that area, it disappears as well. Well, see ya around. Psyche vanishes, although the clear area persists until they reach the Tavern.
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*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
Lysander waves. "Hello, who might you be?"
*Is the psycopomp still around?*
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Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
"Huh. How long do you think until the rain stops?"
"Probably when the creature leaves." All of a sudden, Psyche is sitting across the table from him, elbows on the table. *Truesight makes her less indistinct, but it's more an effect of etching her image into his eyes temporarily.*
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
Her thoughts can only be described as confused, ok.
Yeah, it's confusing. To me too. Just imagine the Astral Realm, mixed with the Far Realm, mixed with a normal brain. That's the plane of Psyche.
Alright then, you may go on about your day now. His thoughts now focus on not trying to think about the rain as of right now, its not really working.
The rain above and around him for about ten feet disappears, and whenever new rain falls into that area, it disappears as well. Well, see ya around. Psyche vanishes, although the clear area persists until they reach the Tavern.
"Ooh, nice, still gonna have to redo my make up & hair dye though." She says to himself with a sigh, & make their way to the tavern.
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
Lore lets her, getting dragged all the way in,
"Alright, I'm going to get changed before I catch a cold, alright? Be right back!" V waved and walked off to presumably her room.
Lore sits on the couch and begins to nod off, falling asleep.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
Raphael flies over, worried. "Do you need healing?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
"Huh. How long do you think until the rain stops?"
"Probably when the creature leaves." All of a sudden, Psyche is sitting across the table from him, elbows on the table. *Truesight makes her less indistinct, but it's more an effect of etching her image into his eyes temporarily.*
Barachiel blinks like he was looking into the sun and is trying to get the spots out. "Jeez. You think it's a elder elemental?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Yeah, it's confusing. To me too. Just imagine the Astral Realm, mixed with the Far Realm, mixed with a normal brain. That's the plane of Psyche.
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Lysander is reading
Gwen is eating
Raphael is doodling
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Bluephoneix, is the psycopomp still here? Raphael might want to talk to them*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Alright then, you may go on about your day now. His thoughts now focus on not trying to think about the rain as of right now, its not really working.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Alright, I'm going to get changed before I catch a cold, alright? Be right back!" V waved and walked off to presumably her room.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Noctus walks up. "Hi! Do you want to do something, friend?"
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Sure! Want do you want to do?" Raphael says, shifting to a lizard form
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Huh. How long do you think until the rain stops?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The rain above and around him for about ten feet disappears, and whenever new rain falls into that area, it disappears as well. Well, see ya around. Psyche vanishes, although the clear area persists until they reach the Tavern.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Lysander waves. "Hello, who might you be?"
*Is the psycopomp still around?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yuri is outside on the roof, enjoying the rain. She wears a beautfuil white tunic-gown with a silver clasp that looks like twisting vines. Her dainty feet are wrapped in silver vines that are as thin as paper. Her beautfuil auburn hair is tied in a loose bun with silver rings holding together some of her hair in tiny braids.
Stroth was outside. He was in the middle of a battle against a Manticore for is spines he needed for an experiment. His left arm was wrapped in thick bandages to staunch the bleeding from the broken off quills that were now inside the flesh of his upper arm. He gripped his sword with his non-paralyzed.
Lore was with V.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Probably when the creature leaves." All of a sudden, Psyche is sitting across the table from him, elbows on the table. *Truesight makes her less indistinct, but it's more an effect of etching her image into his eyes temporarily.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Nerima is playing with some bones by the fireplace.
V is changing.
Zylna is keeping an eye on Stroth.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Ooh, nice, still gonna have to redo my make up & hair dye though." She says to himself with a sigh, & make their way to the tavern.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lore sits on the couch and begins to nod off, falling asleep.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Raphael flies over, worried. "Do you need healing?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Barachiel blinks like he was looking into the sun and is trying to get the spots out. "Jeez. You think it's a elder elemental?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Whatever you want! We could play a prank on Lumen and her friend. They chased me out of the library in daddy's lair."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Lazarus waves. "Your back?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Why did they do that?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now