Mark is sitting on the roof himself, holding the Zanithian Sword in his hands, the blade still sheathed.
The King of Nothing is walking through the forest, his steps leaving deep indentations in the dirt as he walks past them.
"nice sword you got there"
Gravedigger looks at him "careful of what you might disturb out here"
He looks up from the sword towards them, "Ah, oh, thanks."
He turns to 'look' at them, tilting his head, his nose twitching "I will be, I don't wish to cause trouble to those past."
"you sound distracted"
Gravedigger nods and begins to dig "seen strange things out here, though that is the norm these days"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Likewise, I'll see if any of my friends can come to the wedding." She replies, quickly patching up all the mannequins with Henry's aid until they're all fully mended. "Alright, I think that's the last one." She says, taking a step back to look at the shambling horrors with a sense of pride as they spread out across the Fair.
Helianth looks so proud of him, continuing to cast the Daylight for him to dispel, providing guidance whenever he needs it.
A small half-smile appears on her face for a split second upon hearing that. After a while, the tiny plot of soon-to-be lavender flowers is fully maintained for the day. "Thank you for helping me with all this." She says.
He waves the mannequins goodbye, putting his hands on his hips as he watches them shamble away "Sounds like the wedding will be a lovely one indeed." He says with a bright smile, his eyes tinged with that little bit of madness he always has.
He eventually stops, walking back to the table and to the cards, sitting down across from them "Can we play the game I play with Tony?" He asks, looking up at them.
He stands back up, beginning to put all of his things into his massive backpack "Of course, I'm just happy I could help ya with all o' this. Monster hunters are all about helping nature." He puts his backpack back on after doing some stretches.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Likewise, I'll see if any of my friends can come to the wedding." She replies, quickly patching up all the mannequins with Henry's aid until they're all fully mended. "Alright, I think that's the last one." She says, taking a step back to look at the shambling horrors with a sense of pride as they spread out across the Fair.
Helianth looks so proud of him, continuing to cast the Daylight for him to dispel, providing guidance whenever he needs it.
A small half-smile appears on her face for a split second upon hearing that. After a while, the tiny plot of soon-to-be lavender flowers is fully maintained for the day. "Thank you for helping me with all this." She says.
He waves the mannequins goodbye, putting his hands on his hips as he watches them shamble away "Sounds like the wedding will be a lovely one indeed." He says with a bright smile, his eyes tinged with that little bit of madness he always has.
He eventually stops, walking back to the table and to the cards, sitting down across from them "Can we play the game I play with Tony?" He asks, looking up at them.
He stands back up, beginning to put all of his things into his massive backpack "Of course, I'm just happy I could help ya with all o' this. Monster hunters are all about helping nature." He puts his backpack back on after doing some stretches.
She watches them as well, walking over to beside him and wrapping two arms around his shoulders. "It's going to be incredible." She responds with a similarly bright smile. She also has that madness in her eyes as she watches the many-armed horrors skitter away into the twisting alleys and paths of the Fair.
"Of course, I'd love to." It responds, setting its game of solitaire aside to make room for the other card game.
She also stands up, brushing some dirt off of her pants. "I haven't heard much about monster hunting. What's it like?" She asks, tiredly slinging her shovel over her shoulder.
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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)
She watches them as well, walking over to beside him and wrapping two arms around his shoulders. "It's going to be incredible." She responds with a similarly bright smile. She also has that madness in her eyes as she watches the many-armed horrors skitter away into the twisting alleys and paths of the Fair.
"Of course, I'd love to." It responds, setting its game of solitaire aside to make room for the other card game.
She also stands up, brushing some dirt off of her pants. "I haven't heard much about monster hunting. What's it like?" She asks, tiredly slinging her shovel over her shoulder.
He leans against them slightly, sighing joyfully "Life is amazing these days... it really is like our love is something out of a romance novel isn't it? Like someone's writing our story." He says with a chuckle, "But it doesn't matter, as long as we are happy, they can keep writing all they want."
He reminds them how to play before beginning, setting out his cards for the game, giving them a deck of his own. (Good place to end?)
"It's thrillin' but definitely dangerous. Huntin' a monster takes endurance and speed more than anythin', especially because they're usually better than ya, I'm one of the only people who's ever tackle one into submission." He says with a bright smile, "Me uncle Rag taught me how."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It's a fine day, the breeze through the air signaling the oncoming spring season, and the market place is bustling with life. Merchants from all across the globe have set up their own stands. Various exotic goods are being sold, a perfect place to find something new. Or, in todays case, for a bit of mischief. Theres a shout as a young man pushes through the croud, a merchant chasing after him, shouting 'Thief!' as he runs. A few guards join the chase, attempting to catch the thief as they duck into an alley, the guards following behind, losing sight of them for just a moment, and running down the alley, passing by an ornate bottle with a little red Pseudodragon laying half on top of it. as the sound of the yelling guards fade, the bottle opens, leaking out a smoke that forms into the young man, who stretches and grins, pocketing the item he'd stolen
He has golden eyes reminiscent of a snake's, tanned skin, and a head of messy black hair. the skin dipping into his loose shirt has patchy scales on it, along with on his arms, a dusty yellow color that only slightly stands out from his skin. He picks up the bottle, the pseudo dragon taking the opportunity to climb up his arm to his shoulder, clipping the bottle onto his belt as he walks out of the alley
*good morning my friends*
*reposting this since I introed yesterday but nobody was interested at the time :3*
It's a fine day, the breeze through the air signaling the oncoming spring season, and the market place is bustling with life. Merchants from all across the globe have set up their own stands. Various exotic goods are being sold, a perfect place to find something new. Or, in todays case, for a bit of mischief. Theres a shout as a young man pushes through the croud, a merchant chasing after him, shouting 'Thief!' as he runs. A few guards join the chase, attempting to catch the thief as they duck into an alley, the guards following behind, losing sight of them for just a moment, and running down the alley, passing by an ornate bottle with a little red Pseudodragon laying half on top of it. as the sound of the yelling guards fade, the bottle opens, leaking out a smoke that forms into the young man, who stretches and grins, pocketing the item he'd stolen
He has golden eyes reminiscent of a snake's, tanned skin, and a head of messy black hair. the skin dipping into his loose shirt has patchy scales on it, along with on his arms, a dusty yellow color that only slightly stands out from his skin. He picks up the bottle, the pseudo dragon taking the opportunity to climb up his arm to his shoulder, clipping the bottle onto his belt as he walks out of the alley
*Good afternoon.*
A cloaked person, seemingly another merchant sits crosslegged on a cloth nearby, looking to them through the shadow of the cloak. The only part of their face that's visible is a wide, toothy, Cheshire cat smile. It has a massive backpack full of what appears to be goods sitting next to them. They tilt their head, voice tinged with insanity "Hello there."
It's a fine day, the breeze through the air signaling the oncoming spring season, and the market place is bustling with life. Merchants from all across the globe have set up their own stands. Various exotic goods are being sold, a perfect place to find something new. Or, in todays case, for a bit of mischief. Theres a shout as a young man pushes through the croud, a merchant chasing after him, shouting 'Thief!' as he runs. A few guards join the chase, attempting to catch the thief as they duck into an alley, the guards following behind, losing sight of them for just a moment, and running down the alley, passing by an ornate bottle with a little red Pseudodragon laying half on top of it. as the sound of the yelling guards fade, the bottle opens, leaking out a smoke that forms into the young man, who stretches and grins, pocketing the item he'd stolen
He has golden eyes reminiscent of a snake's, tanned skin, and a head of messy black hair. the skin dipping into his loose shirt has patchy scales on it, along with on his arms, a dusty yellow color that only slightly stands out from his skin. He picks up the bottle, the pseudo dragon taking the opportunity to climb up his arm to his shoulder, clipping the bottle onto his belt as he walks out of the alley
*Good afternoon.*
A cloaked person, seemingly another merchant sits crosslegged on a cloth nearby, looking to them through the shadow of the cloak. The only part of their face that's visible is a wide, toothy, Cheshire cat smile. It has a massive backpack full of what appears to be goods sitting next to them. They tilt their head, voice tinged with insanity "Hello there."
"Hello" he smiles in kind, "You ain't seen nothing kay?"
She watches them as well, walking over to beside him and wrapping two arms around his shoulders. "It's going to be incredible." She responds with a similarly bright smile. She also has that madness in her eyes as she watches the many-armed horrors skitter away into the twisting alleys and paths of the Fair.
"Of course, I'd love to." It responds, setting its game of solitaire aside to make room for the other card game.
She also stands up, brushing some dirt off of her pants. "I haven't heard much about monster hunting. What's it like?" She asks, tiredly slinging her shovel over her shoulder.
He leans against them slightly, sighing joyfully "Life is amazing these days... it really is like our love is something out of a romance novel isn't it? Like someone's writing our story." He says with a chuckle, "But it doesn't matter, as long as we are happy, they can keep writing all they want."
He reminds them how to play before beginning, setting out his cards for the game, giving them a deck of his own. (Good place to end?)
"It's thrillin' but definitely dangerous. Huntin' a monster takes endurance and speed more than anythin', especially because they're usually better than ya, I'm one of the only people who's ever tackle one into submission." He says with a bright smile, "Me uncle Rag taught me how."
She chuckles a bit as well, leaning a bit against him as well. "As long as we're happy, it doesn't really matter what the universe throws at us. We'll get through it all- together." *I'm tempted to cause them more despair... or should we just let the two be happy for now?*
(Good place to end. You want another of my characters (either Omori, or a time-split with one of the others)?
"Your uncle Rag sounds like he taught you well. Seems like it'd need a person to be on the move all the time- I'd probably be terrible at that." She says, dryly laughing.
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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)
She watches them as well, walking over to beside him and wrapping two arms around his shoulders. "It's going to be incredible." She responds with a similarly bright smile. She also has that madness in her eyes as she watches the many-armed horrors skitter away into the twisting alleys and paths of the Fair.
"Of course, I'd love to." It responds, setting its game of solitaire aside to make room for the other card game.
She also stands up, brushing some dirt off of her pants. "I haven't heard much about monster hunting. What's it like?" She asks, tiredly slinging her shovel over her shoulder.
He leans against them slightly, sighing joyfully "Life is amazing these days... it really is like our love is something out of a romance novel isn't it? Like someone's writing our story." He says with a chuckle, "But it doesn't matter, as long as we are happy, they can keep writing all they want."
He reminds them how to play before beginning, setting out his cards for the game, giving them a deck of his own. (Good place to end?)
"It's thrillin' but definitely dangerous. Huntin' a monster takes endurance and speed more than anythin', especially because they're usually better than ya, I'm one of the only people who's ever tackle one into submission." He says with a bright smile, "Me uncle Rag taught me how."
She chuckles a bit as well, leaning a bit against him as well. "As long as we're happy, it doesn't really matter what the universe throws at us. We'll get through it all- together." *I'm tempted to cause them more despair... or should we just let the two be happy for now?*
(Good place to end. You want another of my characters (either Omori, or a time-split with one of the others)?
"Your uncle Rag sounds like he taught you well. Seems like it'd need a person to be on the move all the time- I'd probably be terrible at that." She says, dryly laughing.
*I think a combination of the both, throwing trouble their way but they are able to make it through it all by loving each other.* "By all the gods that was clique." He says with a laugh, giving her a kiss with a bright smile.
(Sure, I would love to have Omori, who would you want to have for them?)
"I mean, you don't have to always be on the move if you have someone with you, you could use a bowgun." He pulls out a bowgun from his backpack, as well as every type of ammo for it in massive quantities, putting all of it down "Or maybe you could use a Lance or Gunlance." He pulls both of those huge weapons out of his backpack "All an all, I'd love to go on a hunt with you sometime."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"you sound distracted"
Gravedigger nods and begins to dig "seen strange things out here, though that is the norm these days"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Are you sure?" her head tilts
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He waves the mannequins goodbye, putting his hands on his hips as he watches them shamble away "Sounds like the wedding will be a lovely one indeed." He says with a bright smile, his eyes tinged with that little bit of madness he always has.
He eventually stops, walking back to the table and to the cards, sitting down across from them "Can we play the game I play with Tony?" He asks, looking up at them.
He stands back up, beginning to put all of his things into his massive backpack "Of course, I'm just happy I could help ya with all o' this. Monster hunters are all about helping nature." He puts his backpack back on after doing some stretches.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods a little adjusting his glasses, "Just thinking, you know?"
He nods back to them, walking over to them, using his Warhammer as a cane, "From what I've heard this is a strange town."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods "Just... thinking about things. About my life."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she looks to him worried
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She watches them as well, walking over to beside him and wrapping two arms around his shoulders. "It's going to be incredible." She responds with a similarly bright smile. She also has that madness in her eyes as she watches the many-armed horrors skitter away into the twisting alleys and paths of the Fair.
"Of course, I'd love to." It responds, setting its game of solitaire aside to make room for the other card game.
She also stands up, brushing some dirt off of her pants. "I haven't heard much about monster hunting. What's it like?" She asks, tiredly slinging her shovel over her shoulder.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He leans against them slightly, sighing joyfully "Life is amazing these days... it really is like our love is something out of a romance novel isn't it? Like someone's writing our story." He says with a chuckle, "But it doesn't matter, as long as we are happy, they can keep writing all they want."
He reminds them how to play before beginning, setting out his cards for the game, giving them a deck of his own. (Good place to end?)
"It's thrillin' but definitely dangerous. Huntin' a monster takes endurance and speed more than anythin', especially because they're usually better than ya, I'm one of the only people who's ever tackle one into submission." He says with a bright smile, "Me uncle Rag taught me how."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*good morning my friends*
*reposting this since I introed yesterday but nobody was interested at the time :3*
*Good afternoon.*
A cloaked person, seemingly another merchant sits crosslegged on a cloth nearby, looking to them through the shadow of the cloak. The only part of their face that's visible is a wide, toothy, Cheshire cat smile. It has a massive backpack full of what appears to be goods sitting next to them. They tilt their head, voice tinged with insanity "Hello there."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hello" he smiles in kind, "You ain't seen nothing kay?"
They chuckles softly "Of course, I'm just a merchant with a customer. Speaking of which, would you like anything? Anything at all?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She chuckles a bit as well, leaning a bit against him as well. "As long as we're happy, it doesn't really matter what the universe throws at us. We'll get through it all- together." *I'm tempted to cause them more despair... or should we just let the two be happy for now?*
(Good place to end. You want another of my characters (either Omori, or a time-split with one of the others)?
"Your uncle Rag sounds like he taught you well. Seems like it'd need a person to be on the move all the time- I'd probably be terrible at that." She says, dryly laughing.
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)
*I think a combination of the both, throwing trouble their way but they are able to make it through it all by loving each other.* "By all the gods that was clique." He says with a laugh, giving her a kiss with a bright smile.
(Sure, I would love to have Omori, who would you want to have for them?)
"I mean, you don't have to always be on the move if you have someone with you, you could use a bowgun." He pulls out a bowgun from his backpack, as well as every type of ammo for it in massive quantities, putting all of it down "Or maybe you could use a Lance or Gunlance." He pulls both of those huge weapons out of his backpack "All an all, I'd love to go on a hunt with you sometime."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(aight i'm back)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Watcha got?" He tilts his head
(hey Alaric)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*me is living :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(Hi luna)