"Oh yes, thanks for reminding me!" He pulls what looks like a long thorn out from his sleeve. In one swift motion, he pops the balloon with it and a great swarm of silvery fish with feathered wings explode out into the air. They dart about before disappearing behind blades of grass, flower blossoms, leaves, and tree branches. "There we go. Now both hands are free to greet you properly." He then flicks the thorn away and shakes your hand with both of his own hands.
His smile grows only wider until it reaches both sides of his screen, doing them same, sparks seem to fly from loose wires and joints move with robotic motions, like he doesn't work entirely properly. The display assumes the mime, whoever they may be, suddenly, as he gestures to them, words appear on the screen "Who. Are. You." They flash.
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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.'
"Oh yes, thanks for reminding me!" He pulls what looks like a long thorn out from his sleeve. In one swift motion, he pops the balloon with it and a great swarm of silvery fish with feathered wings explode out into the air. They dart about before disappearing behind blades of grass, flower blossoms, leaves, and tree branches. "There we go. Now both hands are free to greet you properly." He then flicks the thorn away and shakes your hand with both of his own hands.
His smile grows only wider until it reaches both sides of his screen, doing them same, sparks seem to fly from loose wires and joints move with robotic motions, like he doesn't work entirely properly. The display assumes the mime, whoever they may be, suddenly, as he gestures to them, words appear on the screen "Who. Are. You." They flash.
"Who am I?" A shocked expression is painted on his face, "Oh goodness. Oh gracious me. That's a lot to ask of anyone. Let's see if I can figure it out." He paces around in a small circle with one hand behind the back and the other on his chin. Puffball mushrooms begin to sprout behind each footstep and his large shoes trod on the fungus as he circles causing a thick cloud of spores to envelope him from the knees down. "Let's see... I'm me, but I suppose that doesn't cut it. I'm a blossom! Yes, that's true but that's not the full picture. I'm not October, nor June, nor January. Hmm. I'm not man, for man is mortal, but I perish fairly frequently. I never die, but I perish. Hm." He stops pacing and turns to you, "What month is it again?" As he stands still the spores settle and you notice a large rainbow trout lying dead in the center of the puffball circle.
*I'm assuming the month is the same as the real world, so April.*
"Oh yes, thanks for reminding me!" He pulls what looks like a long thorn out from his sleeve. In one swift motion, he pops the balloon with it and a great swarm of silvery fish with feathered wings explode out into the air. They dart about before disappearing behind blades of grass, flower blossoms, leaves, and tree branches. "There we go. Now both hands are free to greet you properly." He then flicks the thorn away and shakes your hand with both of his own hands.
His smile grows only wider until it reaches both sides of his screen, doing them same, sparks seem to fly from loose wires and joints move with robotic motions, like he doesn't work entirely properly. The display assumes the mime, whoever they may be, suddenly, as he gestures to them, words appear on the screen "Who. Are. You." They flash.
"Who am I?" A shocked expression is painted on his face, "Oh goodness. Oh gracious me. That's a lot to ask of anyone. Let's see if I can figure it out." He paces around in a small circle with one hand behind the back and the other on his chin. Puffball mushrooms begin to sprout behind each footstep and his large shoes trod on the fungus as he circles causing a thick cloud of spores to envelope him from the knees down. "Let's see... I'm me, but I suppose that doesn't cut it. I'm a blossom! Yes, that's true but that's not the full picture. I'm not October, nor June, nor January. Hmm. I'm not man, for man is mortal, but I perish fairly frequently. I never die, but I perish. Hm." He stops pacing and turns to you, "What month is it again?" As he stands still the spores settle and you notice a large rainbow trout lying dead in the center of the puffball circle.
*I'm assuming the month is the same as the real world, so April.*
The screen flashes again, "April." The screen seems uniquely designed for any type of word that could be said, speaking every language and yet lacking words, for a moment the screen changes to become an eyeball, bloodshot and terrified, a crackling and garbled voice screaming out in pain, and just as sudden as it started it disappears, and the mime's smile returns "A. Blossom?"
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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.'
(how are ya)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*I'm existing again*
His smile grows only wider until it reaches both sides of his screen, doing them same, sparks seem to fly from loose wires and joints move with robotic motions, like he doesn't work entirely properly. The display assumes the mime, whoever they may be, suddenly, as he gestures to them, words appear on the screen "Who. Are. You." They flash.
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.)
Theren shakes the blood off of his hands
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo nods a bit.
X looks around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She makes sure not to mention the stalking, and talks about Leo's proposal.
"Come on!" She walks into the hellish restaurant, happy to be 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.)
Leo keeps nodding.
"This is...interesting."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So, who are these folks you've been killing?"
Eventually, Ana's mother begins lovingly chewing them out for not getting an invitation, before turning to Leo and asking about his family.
She sits down in a booth, her feet swinging.
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.)
"Cultists."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo looks up. "My mom was a mechanic...she died in a fire. My pa is Hephaestus, God of the Forge and Fire..."
He sits across from her, looking around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
She looks over to them, her eyes saddened by knowing that "I... I am so very sorry for your loss, a cruel and unfortunate fate."
She orders them both some food that looks good, smiling at them.
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.)
"Who am I?" A shocked expression is painted on his face, "Oh goodness. Oh gracious me. That's a lot to ask of anyone. Let's see if I can figure it out." He paces around in a small circle with one hand behind the back and the other on his chin. Puffball mushrooms begin to sprout behind each footstep and his large shoes trod on the fungus as he circles causing a thick cloud of spores to envelope him from the knees down. "Let's see... I'm me, but I suppose that doesn't cut it. I'm a blossom! Yes, that's true but that's not the full picture. I'm not October, nor June, nor January. Hmm. I'm not man, for man is mortal, but I perish fairly frequently. I never die, but I perish. Hm." He stops pacing and turns to you, "What month is it again?" As he stands still the spores settle and you notice a large rainbow trout lying dead in the center of the puffball circle.
*I'm assuming the month is the same as the real world, so April.*
"All Demigods suffer that kind of fate." he mutters.
X smiles back. "So, hows your brother?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hello friends*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The screen flashes again, "April." The screen seems uniquely designed for any type of word that could be said, speaking every language and yet lacking words, for a moment the screen changes to become an eyeball, bloodshot and terrified, a crackling and garbled voice screaming out in pain, and just as sudden as it started it disappears, and the mime's smile returns "A. Blossom?"
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.)
Ana pats their lap, "It's not a fate you deserve." She looks outside, standing up, "I should be going, it was a pleasure meeting you son."
"Doing... not as good as he used to be, but he's trying. He is sleeping right now."
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.)
"Cultists of who?" He tilts his head
*Jobah, it's been too long.*
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.)