A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
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A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
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A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
he shrugs and picks up the man's empty glass, going to wash it out "Im kalon" he said
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
he shrugs and picks up the man's empty glass, going to wash it out "Im kalon" he said
"Matt Henneberry," he says, "Or sixty-four, whichever you prefer."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
he shrugs and picks up the man's empty glass, going to wash it out "Im kalon" he said
"Matt Henneberry," he says, "Or sixty-four, whichever you prefer."
"Each one if ok with me. Most people here are criminals" he said
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
"hm" kalon said, cleaning a glass in the sink
"It was unfortunate. I barely managed to sever the neural uplink in time. It hurt like [error]."
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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?
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
he shrugs and picks up the man's empty glass, going to wash it out "Im kalon" he said
"Matt Henneberry," he says, "Or sixty-four, whichever you prefer."
"Each one if ok with me. Most people here are criminals" he said
He chuckles, "That's oddly comforting." he begins tinkering with his leg.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
"No." He said bluntly
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
"hm" kalon said, cleaning a glass in the sink
"It was unfortunate. I barely managed to sever the neural uplink in time. It hurt like [error]."
Kalon turned around and placed a glass of water in front of them "Here"
*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
Kalon waves
She waves back while walking up, "Hello," She takes a better look at kalon once she gets closer.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
he shrugs and picks up the man's empty glass, going to wash it out "Im kalon" he said
"Matt Henneberry," he says, "Or sixty-four, whichever you prefer."
"Each one if ok with me. Most people here are criminals" he said
He chuckles, "That's oddly comforting." he begins tinkering with his leg.
*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
Kalon waves
She waves back while walking up, "Hello," She takes a better look at kalon once she gets closer.
Kalon is 5'11-6'0 and completely made of metal with his own sentients
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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The being shrugs as if to say "what else can I do?"
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.
Kalon pulls something out from a compartment, a mess of wires and metal bits. He begins to work on it, pulling out wires he didn't need and putting in ones he did. He handed it to them "voice systhiser, have fun"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They connect it straight to their ear canal and throat. The wires seem to almost slide into their skin. "Thank you. As I said, where is this, and where is the nearest Silmith colony."
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.
He shakes his head "Never heard of it mate" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Only in the eyes of the Message Man."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"You have not heard of the Silmith Republic. We stretch across the depths of what your beings call the Far Realm."
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.
he shrugs and picks up the man's empty glass, going to wash it out "Im kalon" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No." He said bluntly
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Matt Henneberry," he says, "Or sixty-four, whichever you prefer."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Hmm. We must expand more. I was on such an expansion mission when the Imperium ambushed me and shot my ship down."
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.
*You know what, I'll put Arrow in, for 2 reasons 1. It'll be interesting to see how it goes now as opposed to when I like just joined, and 2. So I can actually use her!*
A magpie like aarokocra swoops down to the entrance of the tavern, she walks in brushing off her wings as she pulls them out of the way. She coughs from the sudden intake of smoke but gets used to it after a second. She has leather armour, a spear, longbow, & quiver visibly on her.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Each one if ok with me. Most people here are criminals" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"hm" kalon said, cleaning a glass in the sink
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Kalon waves
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"It was unfortunate. I barely managed to sever the neural uplink in time. It hurt like [error]."
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.
He chuckles, "That's oddly comforting." he begins tinkering with his leg.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Kalon turned around and placed a glass of water in front of them "Here"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She waves back while walking up, "Hello," She takes a better look at kalon once she gets closer.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Glad I could help" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Kalon is 5'11-6'0 and completely made of metal with his own sentients
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘