Catastrophe walks in, carrying a barrel of ale under each arm. "Cal, the ale's here!"
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke. "Thanks, bro! Those can go in the back." Catastrophe nods, and heads to the back room.
Cataclysm is sitting in the back of the tavern, reading a book.
The twins are bickering at each other at a table.
Cataclysm puts away his book, and walks over to the twins. "Is everything all right? You sound displeased with something."
Vik looks up and rants a bit in abyssal, then stopped in the middle of a sentence, switching back to common. "It's nothing, just a sibling's quarrel."
Dip says something in abyssal, then Vik looked annoyed and replied in abyssal, starting the bickering cycle all over again.
*Cataclysm can understand what they're saying.*
Dip, from when after Vik answers Cataclysm: "So anyways, I believe they're both going to be boys."
Vik: "And what makes you say that? The odds are not in your favor, I say one girl and one boy."
Dip: "What are you basing that off of? The odds of either are more or less the same."
Vik: "I'm basing it off of the fact that their mothers and fathers are completely different! It's more likely they're different genders than the same."
Dip: "I still don't believe you, I think they're gonna be boys."
Vik: "AGH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING SOMETIMES!"
Dip: "SO ARE YOU!"
Vik: "STOP BEING ANNOYING!"
Dip, smiling a bit: "No."
Vik, sighing. "Oh my gods, I sweat I'm going to dangle you over a shark pit."
Dip: "I'd like to see you try, little sister."
Vik: "You're older by 10 seconds!"
Dip: "But I'm still older."
Vik: "BY TEN SECONDS!"
Dip. "You said that already. And it still makes me older."
Vik: "You're so insufferable."
Dip, shrugging: "Eh, you've dealt with it for this long, you'll live."
Vik: "Don't act like you have the moral high ground, you started this argument."
Dip: "Did not."
Vik: -demonic screechig-
Dip: -smug smiling-
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Catastrophe walks in, carrying a barrel of ale under each arm. "Cal, the ale's here!"
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke. "Thanks, bro! Those can go in the back." Catastrophe nods, and heads to the back room.
Cataclysm is sitting in the back of the tavern, reading a book.
The twins are bickering at each other at a table.
Cataclysm puts away his book, and walks over to the twins. "Is everything all right? You sound displeased with something."
Vik looks up and rants a bit in abyssal, then stopped in the middle of a sentence, switching back to common. "It's nothing, just a sibling's quarrel."
Dip says something in abyssal, then Vik looked annoyed and replied in abyssal, starting the bickering cycle all over again.
*Cataclysm can understand what they're saying.*
Dip, from when after Vik answers Cataclysm: "So anyways, I believe they're both going to be boys."
Vik: "And what makes you say that? The odds are not in your favor, I say one girl and one boy."
Dip: "What are you basing that off of? The odds of either are more or less the same."
Vik: "I'm basing it off of the fact that their mothers and fathers are completely different! It's more likely they're different genders than the same."
Dip: "I still don't believe you, I think they're gonna be boys."
Vik: "AGH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING SOMETIMES!"
Dip: "SO ARE YOU!"
Vik: "STOP BEING ANNOYING!"
Dip, smiling a bit: "No."
Vik, sighing. "Oh my gods, I sweat I'm going to dangle you over a shark pit."
Dip: "I'd like to see you try, little sister."
Vik: "You're older by 10 seconds!"
Dip: "But I'm still older."
Vik: "BY TEN SECONDS!"
Dip. "You said that already. And it still makes me older."
Vik: "You're so insufferable."
Dip, shrugging: "Eh, you've dealt with it for this long, you'll live."
Vik: "Don't act like you have the moral high ground, you started this argument."
Catastrophe walks in, carrying a barrel of ale under each arm. "Cal, the ale's here!"
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke. "Thanks, bro! Those can go in the back." Catastrophe nods, and heads to the back room.
Cataclysm is sitting in the back of the tavern, reading a book.
The twins are bickering at each other at a table.
Cataclysm puts away his book, and walks over to the twins. "Is everything all right? You sound displeased with something."
Vik looks up and rants a bit in abyssal, then stopped in the middle of a sentence, switching back to common. "It's nothing, just a sibling's quarrel."
Dip says something in abyssal, then Vik looked annoyed and replied in abyssal, starting the bickering cycle all over again.
*Cataclysm can understand what they're saying.*
Dip, from when after Vik answers Cataclysm: "So anyways, I believe they're both going to be boys."
Vik: "And what makes you say that? The odds are not in your favor, I say one girl and one boy."
Dip: "What are you basing that off of? The odds of either are more or less the same."
Vik: "I'm basing it off of the fact that their mothers and fathers are completely different! It's more likely they're different genders than the same."
Dip: "I still don't believe you, I think they're gonna be boys."
Vik: "AGH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING SOMETIMES!"
Dip: "SO ARE YOU!"
Vik: "STOP BEING ANNOYING!"
Dip, smiling a bit: "No."
Vik, sighing. "Oh my gods, I sweat I'm going to dangle you over a shark pit."
Dip: "I'd like to see you try, little sister."
Vik: "You're older by 10 seconds!"
Dip: "But I'm still older."
Vik: "BY TEN SECONDS!"
Dip. "You said that already. And it still makes me older."
Vik: "You're so insufferable."
Dip, shrugging: "Eh, you've dealt with it for this long, you'll live."
Vik: "Don't act like you have the moral high ground, you started this argument."
Dip: "Did not."
Vik: -demonic screechig-
Dip: -smug smiling-
*Sounds like Dipper and Mabel to me*
*The Dip name is actually a complete coincidence, I found it in the random name generator.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Bill Cipher is drawing a strange zodiac in what I desperately hope is red ink.
Thirteen is bandaging his leg and trying to ignore Bill Cipher.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Calamitas stands over Bill, eyes ablaze.
"Drawing. In blood." Bill says casually. "What, am I not allowed to do that anymore?"
"I know who you are. I know what you're trying to do. I can't allow it." The entire tavern grows darker for Bill alone. Calamitas' scarlet wings unfurl from her back, and she points to the door with a grim look on her face. "OUT." Calamitas' eyes are now an inferno of scarlet flame.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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.
Bill Cipher is drawing a strange zodiac in what I desperately hope is red ink.
Thirteen is bandaging his leg and trying to ignore Bill Cipher.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Calamitas stands over Bill, eyes ablaze.
"Drawing. In blood." Bill says casually. "What, am I not allowed to do that anymore?"
"I know who you are. I know what you're trying to do. I can't allow it." The entire tavern grows darker for Bill alone. Calamitas' scarlet wings unfurl from her back, and she points to the door with a grim look on her face. "OUT." Calamitas' eyes are now an inferno of scarlet flame.
"Ah, so you took my warning seriously. Thanks you."
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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?
Bill Cipher is drawing a strange zodiac in what I desperately hope is red ink.
Thirteen is bandaging his leg and trying to ignore Bill Cipher.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Calamitas stands over Bill, eyes ablaze.
"Drawing. In blood." Bill says casually. "What, am I not allowed to do that anymore?"
"I know who you are. I know what you're trying to do. I can't allow it." The entire tavern grows darker for Bill alone. Calamitas' scarlet wings unfurl from her back, and she points to the door with a grim look on her face. "OUT." Calamitas' eyes are now an inferno of scarlet flame.
"Okay BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Bill Cipher disappears in a flash of blue flame.
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.
Dip, from when after Vik answers Cataclysm: "So anyways, I believe they're both going to be boys."
Vik: "And what makes you say that? The odds are not in your favor, I say one girl and one boy."
Dip: "What are you basing that off of? The odds of either are more or less the same."
Vik: "I'm basing it off of the fact that their mothers and fathers are completely different! It's more likely they're different genders than the same."
Dip: "I still don't believe you, I think they're gonna be boys."
Vik: "AGH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING SOMETIMES!"
Dip: "SO ARE YOU!"
Vik: "STOP BEING ANNOYING!"
Dip, smiling a bit: "No."
Vik, sighing. "Oh my gods, I sweat I'm going to dangle you over a shark pit."
Dip: "I'd like to see you try, little sister."
Vik: "You're older by 10 seconds!"
Dip: "But I'm still older."
Vik: "BY TEN SECONDS!"
Dip. "You said that already. And it still makes me older."
Vik: "You're so insufferable."
Dip, shrugging: "Eh, you've dealt with it for this long, you'll live."
Vik: "Don't act like you have the moral high ground, you started this argument."
Dip: "Did not."
Vik: -demonic screechig-
Dip: -smug smiling-
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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.
She shrugs. "It's more or less been my entire life."
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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.
Szathk sits down between them, eyes still glowing, watching both of them.
*Because they're both Gamer_Thirteen controlled... Szathk wouldn't know that, the GuildMaster would.*
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.
*Sounds like Dipper and Mabel to me*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Calamitas stands over Bill, eyes ablaze.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He smiles as he reaches a very very very large hole-pit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*The Dip name is actually a complete coincidence, I found it in the random name generator.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Drawing. In blood." Bill says casually. "What, am I not allowed to do that anymore?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
She looks down and spits.
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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.
even though stroth has his gas-mask on, he sounds disgusted "Why did you need to do that"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's a pit. I wanted to see of I could hear it splat at the bottom. Now be quiet." She spits again.
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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.
"I know who you are. I know what you're trying to do. I can't allow it." The entire tavern grows darker for Bill alone. Calamitas' scarlet wings unfurl from her back, and she points to the door with a grim look on her face. "OUT." Calamitas' eyes are now an inferno of scarlet flame.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh walks over to Calamitas and Bill. "Do you want me to clean this up boss?" He motions to either, or maybe both, Bill and the zodiac.
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.
Calamitas grimly nods. "You know what to do."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Ah, so you took my warning seriously. Thanks you."
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.
"Okay BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Bill Cipher disappears in a flash of blue flame.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Kometh sighs and gets the mop.
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.
Calamitas sighs, and she sits down at one of the tables.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Szathk sits down opposite her, their expression both terrified and triumphant.
"I warned you. This will not be the last you see of Bill Cipher. You must join forces with Yvonne..."
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.
Rg'h MVEVI gsv ozhg bz hvv lu Yroo Xrksvi! Hgzb kzizmlrw, Hazgspb...
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.