*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…”
“Delusional? That just sounds like fun ta me, mate.” He walks over to them, leaving the door open to get all of the smoke out, with a gesture there is suddenly a chair behind them for them to sit in, and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.
*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?*
*Playing Ark and going on Dododex to find out how the hell to make element imbued gasoline*
*Sounds... interesting.*
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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…”
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."
*Pushing this up for Arch. Btw got to go in like five minutes.*
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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…”
“Delusional? That just sounds like fun ta me, mate.” He walks over to them, leaving the door open to get all of the smoke out, with a gesture there is suddenly a chair behind them for them to sit in, and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.
She sits down, chuckling. “So, I don’t really know how things work around here… but could you tell me what these are for?” She holds out three gold pieces, not entirely sure what their purpose is.
*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."
When Adrian does this, there is another tremor, which makes Calypso jump a bit.
“well, not exactly… wasn’t what came to my mind first… but who are you, and what are you, now that you mention it?”
"Well, I am, was, is... I don't know what to use, a 14-year-old kid until I got zapped by some sort of strange lightning and died, but never got sent to the underworld. Still can read books though. What about 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.
*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…”
“Delusional? That just sounds like fun ta me, mate.” He walks over to them, leaving the door open to get all of the smoke out, with a gesture there is suddenly a chair behind them for them to sit in, and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.
She sits down, chuckling. “So, I don’t really know how things work around here… but could you tell me what these are for?” She holds out three gold pieces, not entirely sure what their purpose is.
He picks up one of the gold, looking closely at it “It’s a currency, gets ya stuff. I mainly just feed mine ta Collin.” He gives them the gold coin back with a smile, sitting down next to them, smiling brightly.
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.
"Well, I am, was, is... I don't know what to use, a 14-year-old kid until I got zapped by some sort of strange lightning and died, but never got sent to the underworld. Still can read books though. What about you?"
“Hmm, well, I’m Calypso, I’m from an Island, and my father doesn’t like it when I talk to people.”
*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…”
“Delusional? That just sounds like fun ta me, mate.” He walks over to them, leaving the door open to get all of the smoke out, with a gesture there is suddenly a chair behind them for them to sit in, and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.
She sits down, chuckling. “So, I don’t really know how things work around here… but could you tell me what these are for?” She holds out three gold pieces, not entirely sure what their purpose is.
He picks up one of the gold, looking closely at it “It’s a currency, gets ya stuff. I mainly just feed mine ta Collin.” He gives them the gold coin back with a smile, sitting down next to them, smiling brightly.
“Oh, I get it… it’s like, i can… what’s the word… buy things with this?”
*I would love to, who would you like?*
*Playing Ark and going on Dododex to find out how the hell to make element imbued gasoline*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Delusional? That just sounds like fun ta me, mate.” He walks over to them, leaving the door open to get all of the smoke out, with a gesture there is suddenly a chair behind them for them to sit in, and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands.
*Sounds... interesting.*
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)
*Yeah I died trying to find it out ;-;*
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.
*Pushing this up for Arch. Btw got to go in like five minutes.*
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)
She sits down, chuckling. “So, I don’t really know how things work around here… but could you tell me what these are for?” She holds out three gold pieces, not entirely sure what their purpose is.
*Can I get John, James, and someone else?*
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.
When Adrian does this, there is another tremor, which makes Calypso jump a bit.
“well, not exactly… wasn’t what came to my mind first… but who are you, and what are you, now that you mention it?”
*Cut with Arch*
"Well, I am, was, is... I don't know what to use, a 14-year-old kid until I got zapped by some sort of strange lightning and died, but never got sent to the underworld. Still can read books though. What about 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)
He picks up one of the gold, looking closely at it “It’s a currency, gets ya stuff. I mainly just feed mine ta Collin.” He gives them the gold coin back with a smile, sitting down next to them, smiling brightly.
*Got to go. See ya'll!!!*
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)
*Of course. Only those two though, if that’s okay.*
John is trying to do pottery again. He’s doing better this time, but better doesn’t mean good, able to make a pot shape this time.
James is still preparing for his wedding, shopping for suits that make him look his best without overshadowing his soon to be wife.
“Hmm, well, I’m Calypso, I’m from an Island, and my father doesn’t like it when I talk to people.”
*Bye!!! :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.
“Oh, I get it… it’s like, i can… what’s the word… buy things with this?”
*Okie :3*
Rei walks over "Hello!"
Lify happens to be shopping in the same shop
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.
*Cut for Arch.*
He gives a grin, “Exactly, you’re as smart as you are pretty, good for you. Speaking of which, welcome to my shop.” He gestures around them.
She chuckles, smiling, looking around. “This place is nice… what do you do here? Build stuff?”
Elijah can feel the ground shake just a bit. A minor tremor.