“Till test whatever I want, and let the shadow talk his talk, I wanna seem him back it up with a knife in his gut.” He says, keeping his distance, wings shaking as he squints his slitted eyes at them.
"Do you genuinely think, you can stab a shadow, mister? He can't be harmed. The only thing he can do is annoy my ass off." Neave smiles. "And anyway, I'm not here to fight, so please put down that blade."
“I ain’t gonna put down nothin’, and I know what I can do, if I can stab a ghost, a shadow ain’t much stronger, I ain’t gonna trust you till you earn it, and that means the knife stays out.” He smiles back at them, some of his teeth replaced or chipped.
Neave scratches his head. "How come so many people here can kill phantom beings? Doesn't make sense..."
“This place ain’t a normal one, anybody with a pitchfork can kill a ghost, read a book, genius.” He says, his smile not reaching his eyes.
Neave's hand twitches. "Where I come, from, they dictate life and death of the whole population, and you are telling me that here, anybody can kill them as long as they can fight?"
“It’ll take a while, and the ghost might just kill ‘em instead, but it’s sure as [gp] possible. I can show ya if ya want.” He tosses a knife in his hand, somehow he pulled another without them noticing.
Pimento is sitting out of an abandoned building, brushing his hair with a comb made of psychic energy, slicking back his black hair.
Zane is sitting at one of the tables at the Inn, working on the train model he was given, he’s been able to cut down his de and reconstruction of it to 20 minutes at most.
Amicus is also in the abandoned building, almost invisible in the shadowed corners of the structure, looking around for nothing in particular.
Mavis sits at another table at the Inn, using some carving and sewing tools to link together what looks to be scales once belonging to a large reptilian creature.
He doesn’t seem to see them, despite making direct eye contact, his slitted eyes glowing softly with a sulfurous yellow, before turning away without a word.
He seems to mutter to himself, occasionally plucking a string on a nearby Violin, physical musical notes floating around him as he works, adjusting his glasses every few seconds.
The possessed shadow drifts out of the darkness, waving, incorrectly assuming that he saw them. "Hello..."
She catches herself looking over at him every so often, curious about whatever magic he's using to do that, though she mostly remains focused on her own project.
He turns sharply back over to the corner, “Uhhh…. Hello there, who’re ya?” His accent heavy and very defined, putting his knife away.
Occasionally a note will burst into nothingness, usually when he’s most confused or slowing down a bit, using his own magic to improve his abilities and intelligence for a moment. He looks over to them, smiling politely.
“Till test whatever I want, and let the shadow talk his talk, I wanna seem him back it up with a knife in his gut.” He says, keeping his distance, wings shaking as he squints his slitted eyes at them.
"Do you genuinely think, you can stab a shadow, mister? He can't be harmed. The only thing he can do is annoy my ass off." Neave smiles. "And anyway, I'm not here to fight, so please put down that blade."
“I ain’t gonna put down nothin’, and I know what I can do, if I can stab a ghost, a shadow ain’t much stronger, I ain’t gonna trust you till you earn it, and that means the knife stays out.” He smiles back at them, some of his teeth replaced or chipped.
Neave scratches his head. "How come so many people here can kill phantom beings? Doesn't make sense..."
“This place ain’t a normal one, anybody with a pitchfork can kill a ghost, read a book, genius.” He says, his smile not reaching his eyes.
Neave's hand twitches. "Where I come, from, they dictate life and death of the whole population, and you are telling me that here, anybody can kill them as long as they can fight?"
“It’ll take a while, and the ghost might just kill ‘em instead, but it’s sure as [gp] possible. I can show ya if ya want.” He tosses a knife in his hand, somehow he pulled another without them noticing.
"As much as I'd appreciate you stabbing this (GP), I'd rather not have my soul thrown into the nine hells, thanks." He replies.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
“Till test whatever I want, and let the shadow talk his talk, I wanna seem him back it up with a knife in his gut.” He says, keeping his distance, wings shaking as he squints his slitted eyes at them.
"Do you genuinely think, you can stab a shadow, mister? He can't be harmed. The only thing he can do is annoy my ass off." Neave smiles. "And anyway, I'm not here to fight, so please put down that blade."
“I ain’t gonna put down nothin’, and I know what I can do, if I can stab a ghost, a shadow ain’t much stronger, I ain’t gonna trust you till you earn it, and that means the knife stays out.” He smiles back at them, some of his teeth replaced or chipped.
Neave scratches his head. "How come so many people here can kill phantom beings? Doesn't make sense..."
“This place ain’t a normal one, anybody with a pitchfork can kill a ghost, read a book, genius.” He says, his smile not reaching his eyes.
Neave's hand twitches. "Where I come, from, they dictate life and death of the whole population, and you are telling me that here, anybody can kill them as long as they can fight?"
“It’ll take a while, and the ghost might just kill ‘em instead, but it’s sure as [gp] possible. I can show ya if ya want.” He tosses a knife in his hand, somehow he pulled another without them noticing.
"As much as I'd appreciate you stabbing this (GP), I'd rather not have my soul thrown into the nine hells, thanks." He replies.
“From what I can tell, you’re the [gp] but I ain’t know you and that ain’t my business.” He puts both of his knives away, putting them into sheaths somewhere.
“Till test whatever I want, and let the shadow talk his talk, I wanna seem him back it up with a knife in his gut.” He says, keeping his distance, wings shaking as he squints his slitted eyes at them.
"Do you genuinely think, you can stab a shadow, mister? He can't be harmed. The only thing he can do is annoy my ass off." Neave smiles. "And anyway, I'm not here to fight, so please put down that blade."
“I ain’t gonna put down nothin’, and I know what I can do, if I can stab a ghost, a shadow ain’t much stronger, I ain’t gonna trust you till you earn it, and that means the knife stays out.” He smiles back at them, some of his teeth replaced or chipped.
Neave scratches his head. "How come so many people here can kill phantom beings? Doesn't make sense..."
“This place ain’t a normal one, anybody with a pitchfork can kill a ghost, read a book, genius.” He says, his smile not reaching his eyes.
Neave's hand twitches. "Where I come, from, they dictate life and death of the whole population, and you are telling me that here, anybody can kill them as long as they can fight?"
“It’ll take a while, and the ghost might just kill ‘em instead, but it’s sure as [gp] possible. I can show ya if ya want.” He tosses a knife in his hand, somehow he pulled another without them noticing.
"As much as I'd appreciate you stabbing this (GP), I'd rather not have my soul thrown into the nine hells, thanks." He replies.
“From what I can tell, you’re the [gp] but I ain’t know you and that ain’t my business.” He puts both of his knives away, putting them into sheaths somewhere.
"Oh, I'M a (GP), huh? And who pulled a knife on me the moment I appeared?"
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Pimento is sitting out of an abandoned building, brushing his hair with a comb made of psychic energy, slicking back his black hair.
Zane is sitting at one of the tables at the Inn, working on the train model he was given, he’s been able to cut down his de and reconstruction of it to 20 minutes at most.
Amicus is also in the abandoned building, almost invisible in the shadowed corners of the structure, looking around for nothing in particular.
Mavis sits at another table at the Inn, using some carving and sewing tools to link together what looks to be scales once belonging to a large reptilian creature.
He doesn’t seem to see them, despite making direct eye contact, his slitted eyes glowing softly with a sulfurous yellow, before turning away without a word.
He seems to mutter to himself, occasionally plucking a string on a nearby Violin, physical musical notes floating around him as he works, adjusting his glasses every few seconds.
The possessed shadow drifts out of the darkness, waving, incorrectly assuming that he saw them. "Hello..."
She catches herself looking over at him every so often, curious about whatever magic he's using to do that, though she mostly remains focused on her own project.
He turns sharply back over to the corner, “Uhhh…. Hello there, who’re ya?” His accent heavy and very defined, putting his knife away.
Occasionally a note will burst into nothingness, usually when he’s most confused or slowing down a bit, using his own magic to improve his abilities and intelligence for a moment. He looks over to them, smiling politely.
*Sorry I missed this*
"I'm Amicus!.. Who are you?..." They responds, their voice faint yet holding a clear tone of happiness.
She smiles a bit as well, continuing her project as well. Her own project is moving at a much slower pace, but most of that is from her lack of experience with making armor from the scales of a monster.
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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)
Pimento is sitting out of an abandoned building, brushing his hair with a comb made of psychic energy, slicking back his black hair.
Zane is sitting at one of the tables at the Inn, working on the train model he was given, he’s been able to cut down his de and reconstruction of it to 20 minutes at most.
Amicus is also in the abandoned building, almost invisible in the shadowed corners of the structure, looking around for nothing in particular.
Mavis sits at another table at the Inn, using some carving and sewing tools to link together what looks to be scales once belonging to a large reptilian creature.
He doesn’t seem to see them, despite making direct eye contact, his slitted eyes glowing softly with a sulfurous yellow, before turning away without a word.
He seems to mutter to himself, occasionally plucking a string on a nearby Violin, physical musical notes floating around him as he works, adjusting his glasses every few seconds.
The possessed shadow drifts out of the darkness, waving, incorrectly assuming that he saw them. "Hello..."
She catches herself looking over at him every so often, curious about whatever magic he's using to do that, though she mostly remains focused on her own project.
He turns sharply back over to the corner, “Uhhh…. Hello there, who’re ya?” His accent heavy and very defined, putting his knife away.
Occasionally a note will burst into nothingness, usually when he’s most confused or slowing down a bit, using his own magic to improve his abilities and intelligence for a moment. He looks over to them, smiling politely.
*Sorry I missed this*
"I'm Amicus!.. Who are you?..." They responds, their voice faint yet holding a clear tone of happiness.
She smiles a bit as well, continuing her project as well. Her own project is moving at a much slower pace, but most of that is from her lack of experience with making armor from the scales of a monster.
He cracks a little bit of a smile, speaking with a little joy himself “I’m Pimento, sharpest wit with the sharpest knives this side o’ everywhere.”
He tilts his head curiously, deciding to take a break after finishing another round, sitting near them and not in their personal space, watching them and analyzing the scales of whatever creature it may be.
“And you’re the one that appeared behind a guy for no reason, yeah, you’re the [gp].”
"I'll have you know that was a DRAMATIC ENTRANCE." He snaps, folding his arms.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
“And you’re the one that appeared behind a guy for no reason, yeah, you’re the [gp].”
"I'll have you know that was a DRAMATIC ENTRANCE." He snaps, folding his arms.
“You know nothin’ about dramatic entrances, ya just look like a lonely guy who doesn’t know personal space.” He snaps back.
"I was NOT in your personal space!" Neave says angrily, not commenting on the lonely part.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I'm Amicus!.. Who are you?..." They responds, their voice faint yet holding a clear tone of happiness.
She smiles a bit as well, continuing her project as well. Her own project is moving at a much slower pace, but most of that is from her lack of experience with making armor from the scales of a monster.
He cracks a little bit of a smile, speaking with a little joy himself “I’m Pimento, sharpest wit with the sharpest knives this side o’ everywhere.”
He tilts his head curiously, deciding to take a break after finishing another round, sitting near them and not in their personal space, watching them and analyzing the scales of whatever creature it may be.
The shadow's face splits open a bit, forming a sort of smile as well. "Nice to meet you, Pimento..." It responds cheerily. "...Sharp knives?.. Are you an assassin of sorts, then?.."
"I'm trying to link the scales together for extra protection with my armor." She explains, noticing his curiosity. "I'm something of a monster hunter- trying to use materials from what I hunt more often. Not let anything go to waste, you know?"
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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)
“It’ll take a while, and the ghost might just kill ‘em instead, but it’s sure as [gp] possible. I can show ya if ya want.” He tosses a knife in his hand, somehow he pulled another without them noticing.
"As much as I'd appreciate you stabbing this (GP), I'd rather not have my soul thrown into the nine hells, thanks." He replies.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*I'm back! :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.
“From what I can tell, you’re the [gp] but I ain’t know you and that ain’t my business.” He puts both of his knives away, putting them into sheaths somewhere.
*Good to see you Tarra.*
"Oh, I'M a (GP), huh? And who pulled a knife on me the moment I appeared?"
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Sorry I missed this*
"I'm Amicus!.. Who are you?..." They responds, their voice faint yet holding a clear tone of happiness.
She smiles a bit as well, continuing her project as well. Her own project is moving at a much slower pace, but most of that is from her lack of experience with making armor from the scales of a monster.
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)
*Cut for Ejo.*
“And you’re the one that appeared behind a guy for no reason, yeah, you’re the [gp].”
*You too, Jester! :333333*
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.
He cracks a little bit of a smile, speaking with a little joy himself “I’m Pimento, sharpest wit with the sharpest knives this side o’ everywhere.”
He tilts his head curiously, deciding to take a break after finishing another round, sitting near them and not in their personal space, watching them and analyzing the scales of whatever creature it may be.
"I'll have you know that was a DRAMATIC ENTRANCE." He snaps, folding his arms.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*How are you doing, friend of mine?*
“You know nothin’ about dramatic entrances, ya just look like a lonely guy who doesn’t know personal space.” He snaps back.
"I was NOT in your personal space!" Neave says angrily, not commenting on the lonely part.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
“If I gotta pull a knife on ya, ya were in my personal space.” He crosses his arms, before suddenly vanishing all together. Stealth:32
*Good! You, Jester?*
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.
*Well enough, a lil tired but fine.*
The shadow's face splits open a bit, forming a sort of smile as well. "Nice to meet you, Pimento..." It responds cheerily. "...Sharp knives?.. Are you an assassin of sorts, then?.."
"I'm trying to link the scales together for extra protection with my armor." She explains, noticing his curiosity. "I'm something of a monster hunter- trying to use materials from what I hunt more often. Not let anything go to waste, you know?"
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)
*Ah*
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.