A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I'm glad I didn't tell you, then. But I doubt it'd matter. With all this money, I can make a new show model with the best parts!" he seems to let a little something slip through the alcohol. "Instead of that scuffed cocktail of clays and quartzes I used on bug."
*boink*
*this is for you, jester*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Very well! Feel free to interact with one or both of these1*
Omori has made a little space for herself in the corner of the cave, containing the little trinkets that she's collected over the course of her time here- the otyugh plush, the platinum silverware, an old gramophone, and the black sunhat that was Traitor's parting gift. Amber also has a little nest in this corner, where they are currently resting.
Helianth is skulking around Lord's Point, siphoning the light of street lamps and generally being a horrifying presence in the town.
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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)
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
"Golems? Like those little clay thingies?" He walks over
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
"Golems? Like those little clay thingies?" He walks over
"You're exactly right! But mine are hardly that simple. You see, I've made a breakthrough!" he holds up a clay pot. "Baked clay! If you'll excuse my poor demonstration; my display model finally sold and I have to make a new one"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Very well! Feel free to interact with one or both of these1*
Helianth is skulking around Lord's Point, siphoning the light of street lamps and generally being a horrifying presence in the town.
Rag walks past them, looking down at the strange magical plant, slightly curious as to what makes this one so special, an immense heat radiating off of him.
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
"Golems? Like those little clay thingies?" He walks over
"You're exactly right! But mine are hardly that simple. You see, I've made a breakthrough!" he holds up a clay pot. "Baked clay! If you'll excuse my poor demonstration; my display model finally sold and I have to make a new one"
"So you're saying.... cook a clay golem?" He tilts his head
*Whoever you want to use.*
(sure)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Ye! I suppose you want Xan?*
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
*yes :>*
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
*Who would ya like my beloved.*
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
*Im late but I would love to rp, who do you want?*
(sure :P)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*this is for you, jester*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Very well! Feel free to interact with one or both of these1*
Omori has made a little space for herself in the corner of the cave, containing the little trinkets that she's collected over the course of her time here- the otyugh plush, the platinum silverware, an old gramophone, and the black sunhat that was Traitor's parting gift. Amber also has a little nest in this corner, where they are currently resting.
Helianth is skulking around Lord's Point, siphoning the light of street lamps and generally being a horrifying presence in the town.
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)
*hmmm*
*I got tycho, Constant, my new character, Cide, and Georgie. So anyone you'd like to pair with one of them :>*
"Golems? Like those little clay thingies?" He walks over
Xan is napping on a sofa in the library.
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
"You're exactly right! But mine are hardly that simple. You see, I've made a breakthrough!" he holds up a clay pot. "Baked clay! If you'll excuse my poor demonstration; my display model finally sold and I have to make a new one"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Rag walks past them, looking down at the strange magical plant, slightly curious as to what makes this one so special, an immense heat radiating off of him.
"So you're saying.... cook a clay golem?" He tilts his head
*Hmmmm.*
Scott, whose body has been taken over by The Writer, is sitting a bar. The Writer has a cigarette between his lips, his long black hair slicked back.
Yuri, who is feeling a bit ill due to the cold weather, is thinking about going in for hibernation.
Arthur, who is fixing his metal arms, watches the new character, his eyes focused on them.
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
*you're entire STOCK-*
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