*You are never truly alone [creepy wink, then vanishes]*
*Yep, that sounds about right. Hey Gulp.*
*Hey Slayer.*
*Just call me Jester, bud. How’re ya doin’?*
*Ok, cool. I'm doing well on this fine Sunday afternoon. You?*
*I am feeling as blessed as I can be feeling right about now. Good to hear you are doing good.*
*Thanks <3. It's always great to feel blessed :). Wanna rp?*
*Sure, I don’t think we’ve rped before so why not.*
*Why not indeed. Do you want Eriol(kind lame) or Adrian(new guy)?*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*I'm doing good this fine Sunday afternoon. In a very messy, creative mood today. You?*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*Hey Arch, wanna rp? I have a new character that I'm itching to try :)*
*wait actually maybe I can roleplay, I just changed my mind, sure!*
*Well, okay then! Just don't get in trouble for skipping homework! Who do you want, Eriol or (the new guy) Adrian?*
*lets do Adrian!*
*and don’t worry, I shall multitask!*
*Cool beans!*
A ghastly, blue form carrying a book and wearing glasses pushes through a wall, then jumps back, halfway through the wall, startled at seeing anyone. They always seem out of focus, in the corner of your eye.
Calypso, a woman with dark skin, braided hair, and a winter coat that is too large for her, jumps back in surprise upon seeing the ghastly figure. She yelps, and as she does so, it’s almost like there’s a minor earthquake- a tremor.
*Hey Arch, wanna rp? I have a new character that I'm itching to try :)*
*wait actually maybe I can roleplay, I just changed my mind, sure!*
*Well, okay then! Just don't get in trouble for skipping homework! Who do you want, Eriol or (the new guy) Adrian?*
*lets do Adrian!*
*and don’t worry, I shall multitask!*
*Cool beans!*
A ghastly, blue form carrying a book and wearing glasses pushes through a wall, then jumps back, halfway through the wall, startled at seeing anyone. They always seem out of focus, in the corner of your eye.
Calypso, a woman with dark skin, braided hair, and a winter coat that is too large for her, jumps back in surprise upon seeing the ghastly figure. She yelps, and as she does so, it’s almost like there’s a minor earthquake- a tremor.
*Intriguing.*
The tremor doesn't shake the form at all. It says in a quiet, male voice, "Not to startle you, but please don't tell anyone about me." The figure raises a hand to shake. "I'm Adrian."
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*Hey Arch, wanna rp? I have a new character that I'm itching to try :)*
*wait actually maybe I can roleplay, I just changed my mind, sure!*
*Well, okay then! Just don't get in trouble for skipping homework! Who do you want, Eriol or (the new guy) Adrian?*
*lets do Adrian!*
*and don’t worry, I shall multitask!*
*Cool beans!*
A ghastly, blue form carrying a book and wearing glasses pushes through a wall, then jumps back, halfway through the wall, startled at seeing anyone. They always seem out of focus, in the corner of your eye.
Calypso, a woman with dark skin, braided hair, and a winter coat that is too large for her, jumps back in surprise upon seeing the ghastly figure. She yelps, and as she does so, it’s almost like there’s a minor earthquake- a tremor.
*Intriguing.*
The tremor doesn't shake the form at all. It says in a quiet, male voice, "Not to startle you, but please don't tell anyone about me." The figure raises a hand to shake. "I'm Adrian."
Calypso reaches out to shake its hand, but stops right before they would make contact. “I-uh… I’m Calypso…”
*arrives on horseback, fanning myself fashionably*
*Oh hey Arch, looking fabulous as always.*
*why hello, darling! How art thou on this Frabjous day?*
*I am doing spectacularly, life is going wonderfully. And how art thou?*
*I’m fairly well, trying to convince myself to do homework!*
*in addition, I may be at the start of a character making craze*
*I’ve made two characters yesterday and I do not seem to be stopping*
*Sounds like a fun time making characters, I’ve prepared mine for Heckna. Wanna rp?*
*i don’t quite feel like roleplaying with any of my characters here right now, unfortunately.*
*WAIT ACTUALLY NEVERMIND SURE*
*Sure, do you want anyone specific or anything?*
*I’m fine with anyone!*
*Here you go.*
Elijah is working inside of his shop. Smoke billows out through the door along with the sound of small explosions. The shop seems to have gotten a little better, though not much in terms of visible quality.
*Hey Arch, wanna rp? I have a new character that I'm itching to try :)*
*wait actually maybe I can roleplay, I just changed my mind, sure!*
*Well, okay then! Just don't get in trouble for skipping homework! Who do you want, Eriol or (the new guy) Adrian?*
*lets do Adrian!*
*and don’t worry, I shall multitask!*
*Cool beans!*
A ghastly, blue form carrying a book and wearing glasses pushes through a wall, then jumps back, halfway through the wall, startled at seeing anyone. They always seem out of focus, in the corner of your eye.
Calypso, a woman with dark skin, braided hair, and a winter coat that is too large for her, jumps back in surprise upon seeing the ghastly figure. She yelps, and as she does so, it’s almost like there’s a minor earthquake- a tremor.
*Intriguing.*
The tremor doesn't shake the form at all. It says in a quiet, male voice, "Not to startle you, but please don't tell anyone about me." The figure raises a hand to shake. "I'm Adrian."
Calypso reaches out to shake its hand, but stops right before they would make contact. “I-uh… I’m Calypso…”
Adrian finishes the grab, but his hand goes right through hers. Calypso feels an extremely cold gust where they touched. "Nice to meet you, Calypso. You might be wondering who, or more likely, what, I am."
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*arrives on horseback, fanning myself fashionably*
*Oh hey Arch, looking fabulous as always.*
*why hello, darling! How art thou on this Frabjous day?*
*I am doing spectacularly, life is going wonderfully. And how art thou?*
*I’m fairly well, trying to convince myself to do homework!*
*in addition, I may be at the start of a character making craze*
*I’ve made two characters yesterday and I do not seem to be stopping*
*Sounds like a fun time making characters, I’ve prepared mine for Heckna. Wanna rp?*
*i don’t quite feel like roleplaying with any of my characters here right now, unfortunately.*
*WAIT ACTUALLY NEVERMIND SURE*
*Sure, do you want anyone specific or anything?*
*I’m fine with anyone!*
*Here you go.*
Elijah is working inside of his shop. Smoke billows out through the door along with the sound of small explosions. The shop seems to have gotten a little better, though not much in terms of visible quality.
Calypso walks into the shop, coughing a bit and covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve. She’s holding a couple of gold pieces in one of her hands.
*arrives on horseback, fanning myself fashionably*
*Oh hey Arch, looking fabulous as always.*
*why hello, darling! How art thou on this Frabjous day?*
*I am doing spectacularly, life is going wonderfully. And how art thou?*
*I’m fairly well, trying to convince myself to do homework!*
*in addition, I may be at the start of a character making craze*
*I’ve made two characters yesterday and I do not seem to be stopping*
*Sounds like a fun time making characters, I’ve prepared mine for Heckna. Wanna rp?*
*i don’t quite feel like roleplaying with any of my characters here right now, unfortunately.*
*WAIT ACTUALLY NEVERMIND SURE*
*Sure, do you want anyone specific or anything?*
*I’m fine with anyone!*
*Here you go.*
Elijah is working inside of his shop. Smoke billows out through the door along with the sound of small explosions. The shop seems to have gotten a little better, though not much in terms of visible quality.
Calypso walks into the shop, coughing a bit and covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve. She’s holding a couple of gold pieces in one of her hands.
Elijah seems to be in the back working on something when the door bell rings. He walks out to the counter, rubbing the soot from his goggles, though the rest covers his face. He smiles broadly, “Oh? You’ve come ta visit?”
*I'm doing good this fine Sunday afternoon. In a very messy, creative mood today. You?*
*Good :3*
*Nice. What have you been doing lately?*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
*arrives on horseback, fanning myself fashionably*
*Oh hey Arch, looking fabulous as always.*
*why hello, darling! How art thou on this Frabjous day?*
*I am doing spectacularly, life is going wonderfully. And how art thou?*
*I’m fairly well, trying to convince myself to do homework!*
*in addition, I may be at the start of a character making craze*
*I’ve made two characters yesterday and I do not seem to be stopping*
*Sounds like a fun time making characters, I’ve prepared mine for Heckna. Wanna rp?*
*i don’t quite feel like roleplaying with any of my characters here right now, unfortunately.*
*WAIT ACTUALLY NEVERMIND SURE*
*Sure, do you want anyone specific or anything?*
*I’m fine with anyone!*
*Here you go.*
Elijah is working inside of his shop. Smoke billows out through the door along with the sound of small explosions. The shop seems to have gotten a little better, though not much in terms of visible quality.
Calypso walks into the shop, coughing a bit and covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve. She’s holding a couple of gold pieces in one of her hands.
Elijah seems to be in the back working on something when the door bell rings. He walks out to the counter, rubbing the soot from his goggles, though the rest covers his face. He smiles broadly, “Oh? You’ve come ta visit?”
“Ye-yeah… (cough cough) I don’t… know many people here and I… had a question. I asked someone else I didn’t know and they called me delusional…”
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*Hello Tarrasque.*
*how ya doin?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Why not indeed. Do you want Eriol(kind lame) or Adrian(new guy)?*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*I'm doing good this fine Sunday afternoon. In a very messy, creative mood today. You?*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Calypso, a woman with dark skin, braided hair, and a winter coat that is too large for her, jumps back in surprise upon seeing the ghastly figure. She yelps, and as she does so, it’s almost like there’s a minor earthquake- a tremor.
*I’m fine with anyone!*
*Intriguing.*
The tremor doesn't shake the form at all. It says in a quiet, male voice, "Not to startle you, but please don't tell anyone about me." The figure raises a hand to shake. "I'm Adrian."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*heya mate :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Good :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Calypso reaches out to shake its hand, but stops right before they would make contact. “I-uh… I’m Calypso…”
*Here you go.*
Elijah is working inside of his shop. Smoke billows out through the door along with the sound of small explosions. The shop seems to have gotten a little better, though not much in terms of visible quality.
*Good to see ya, how ya doin?*
Adrian finishes the grab, but his hand goes right through hers. Calypso feels an extremely cold gust where they touched. "Nice to meet you, Calypso. You might be wondering who, or more likely, what, I am."
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*Good. You? :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Calypso walks into the shop, coughing a bit and covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve. She’s holding a couple of gold pieces in one of her hands.
Elijah seems to be in the back working on something when the door bell rings. He walks out to the counter, rubbing the soot from his goggles, though the rest covers his face. He smiles broadly, “Oh? You’ve come ta visit?”
*Doing wonderful, happy to hear you’re doing well.*
*Wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Nice. What have you been doing lately?*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
“Ye-yeah… (cough cough) I don’t… know many people here and I… had a question. I asked someone else I didn’t know and they called me delusional…”