"I can understand that. Well, not really, but I don't have the same experiences and preferences as you."
"Maybe it's cause you always had a physical form?" He suggests
Sytosc chuckles. "You say that like it's some sort of disability."
He smiles, "Technically it is. I can't really be harmed if I don't have a physical mass."
"You'd be surprised, actually. I won't go into details for the sake of brevity, but when you're ripping at the founding principles of reality, you can hurt just about anything. Not that I can do that myself, but I've seen my people do it before. It's nasty."
"I can understand that. Well, not really, but I don't have the same experiences and preferences as you."
"Maybe it's cause you always had a physical form?" He suggests
Sytosc chuckles. "You say that like it's some sort of disability."
He smiles, "Technically it is. I can't really be harmed if I don't have a physical mass."
"You'd be surprised, actually. I won't go into details for the sake of brevity, but when you're ripping at the founding principles of reality, you can hurt just about anything. Not that I can do that myself, but I've seen my people do it before. It's nasty."
"I guess so. But along as light is something that exists, I can exist in some form, even if limited." He says,stretching for a second, "Thiugh there's probably a creature that could snuff out the concept of light, so I'm not truly immortal."
*Suppose i’ll just copy and paste this from the 2 story tavern, i’m quite happy with it.* A man is standing on the wall on the left side of the tavern two feet to the left of the bottom right corner. When you look back he’s standing not on the wall anymore. Strange. Anyway, He’s wearing a collared shirt with one of the buttons about halfway down undone. His collar is crooked and half folded. He’s wearing a gray over shirt that matches his gray business pants which are lopsided, one side shorter than the other, revealing blue socks with raccoons on them. Oh wait, that’s just a pattern. His over shirt flaps in the wind, but as far as you can see there’s really no wind. He’s armed with a large broadsword. It’s actually just a rusty stick of celery, which is actually just a stick of celery with cinnamon on it. The man has black and untidy hair and a tanned skin tone, he’s staring into the distant skies, or he would be if he wasn’t staring at the wall.
This is a strange sight to behold.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Suppose i’ll just copy and paste this from the 2 story tavern, i’m quite happy with it.* A man is standing on the wall on the left side of the tavern two feet to the left of the bottom right corner. When you look back he’s standing not on the wall anymore. Strange. Anyway, He’s wearing a collared shirt with one of the buttons about halfway down undone. His collar is crooked and half folded. He’s wearing a gray over shirt that matches his gray business pants which are lopsided, one side shorter than the other, revealing blue socks with raccoons on them. Oh wait, that’s just a pattern. His over shirt flaps in the wind, but as far as you can see there’s really no wind. He’s armed with a large broadsword. It’s actually just a rusty stick of celery, which is actually just a stick of celery with cinnamon on it. The man has black and untidy hair and a tanned skin tone, he’s staring into the distant skies, or he would be if he wasn’t staring at the wall.
This is a strange sight to behold.
Throden, the barkeep, waves to them. "Mr. Man of Mystery, want something to eat?"
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*Suppose i’ll just copy and paste this from the 2 story tavern, i’m quite happy with it.* A man is standing on the wall on the left side of the tavern two feet to the left of the bottom right corner. When you look back he’s standing not on the wall anymore. Strange. Anyway, He’s wearing a collared shirt with one of the buttons about halfway down undone. His collar is crooked and half folded. He’s wearing a gray over shirt that matches his gray business pants which are lopsided, one side shorter than the other, revealing blue socks with raccoons on them. Oh wait, that’s just a pattern. His over shirt flaps in the wind, but as far as you can see there’s really no wind. He’s armed with a large broadsword. It’s actually just a rusty stick of celery, which is actually just a stick of celery with cinnamon on it. The man has black and untidy hair and a tanned skin tone, he’s staring into the distant skies, or he would be if he wasn’t staring at the wall.
This is a strange sight to behold.
Throden, the barkeep, waves to them. "Mr. Man of Mystery, want something to eat?"
The man’s head whips around, and since he was facing the opposite direction, his head is now incorrectly oriented on his body. However when he walks forward, the rest of his body snaps back around like a rubber band. His eyes narrow and he reads a menu only to ask for something that is clearly not on it “Yes, I’ll have one pan galactic gargle blaster.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Suppose i’ll just copy and paste this from the 2 story tavern, i’m quite happy with it.* A man is standing on the wall on the left side of the tavern two feet to the left of the bottom right corner. When you look back he’s standing not on the wall anymore. Strange. Anyway, He’s wearing a collared shirt with one of the buttons about halfway down undone. His collar is crooked and half folded. He’s wearing a gray over shirt that matches his gray business pants which are lopsided, one side shorter than the other, revealing blue socks with raccoons on them. Oh wait, that’s just a pattern. His over shirt flaps in the wind, but as far as you can see there’s really no wind. He’s armed with a large broadsword. It’s actually just a rusty stick of celery, which is actually just a stick of celery with cinnamon on it. The man has black and untidy hair and a tanned skin tone, he’s staring into the distant skies, or he would be if he wasn’t staring at the wall.
This is a strange sight to behold.
Throden, the barkeep, waves to them. "Mr. Man of Mystery, want something to eat?"
The man’s head whips around, and since he was facing the opposite direction, his head is now incorrectly oriented on his body. However when he walks forward, the rest of his body snaps back around like a rubber band. His eyes narrow and he reads a menu only to ask for something that is clearly not on it “Yes, I’ll have one pan galactic gargle blaster.”
An etheral set of eye sockets, stare back at him, right infront of Throden the Lizardfolk's eyes. "You sure you could handle such a thing, Hitchhiker?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Suppose i’ll just copy and paste this from the 2 story tavern, i’m quite happy with it.* A man is standing on the wall on the left side of the tavern two feet to the left of the bottom right corner. When you look back he’s standing not on the wall anymore. Strange. Anyway, He’s wearing a collared shirt with one of the buttons about halfway down undone. His collar is crooked and half folded. He’s wearing a gray over shirt that matches his gray business pants which are lopsided, one side shorter than the other, revealing blue socks with raccoons on them. Oh wait, that’s just a pattern. His over shirt flaps in the wind, but as far as you can see there’s really no wind. He’s armed with a large broadsword. It’s actually just a rusty stick of celery, which is actually just a stick of celery with cinnamon on it. The man has black and untidy hair and a tanned skin tone, he’s staring into the distant skies, or he would be if he wasn’t staring at the wall.
This is a strange sight to behold.
Throden, the barkeep, waves to them. "Mr. Man of Mystery, want something to eat?"
The man’s head whips around, and since he was facing the opposite direction, his head is now incorrectly oriented on his body. However when he walks forward, the rest of his body snaps back around like a rubber band. His eyes narrow and he reads a menu only to ask for something that is clearly not on it “Yes, I’ll have one pan galactic gargle blaster.”
An etheral set of eye sockets, stare back at him, right infront of Throden the Lizardfolk's eyes. "You sure you could handle such a thing, Hitchhiker?"
“That’s quite funny you should ask. no. I am not. My hangover from my last downing lasted for the last infinity years.” The man leans forward towards the eye sockets as if they are an eye test.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“That’s quite funny you should ask. no. I am not. My hangover from my last downing lasted for the last infinity years.” The man leans forward towards the eye sockets as if they are an eye test.
The apparition dissipates. "Well then I am sure you would be willing to wait longer for the hangover to end. After all, they hit... as a brick, some might say."
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"I've dabbled in knowledge domain aswell, it half comes from my natural light domain though" He shrugs
"I meant more of do people see you as a representation of the protection that comes from light, or the harm? Like, an oceanic god could be seen as protector of ships, or bringer of storms? Do you not have those monikers?"
"The only person who really worships me at the moment is Raphael. Sure, I have other angels, but most of them don't understand existing since I created them." He sits on the edge of the roof, "Other than that, mortals don't know I exist beyond what I do here."
"And you haven't died yet despite only having one worshipper?"
"I've dabbled in knowledge domain aswell, it half comes from my natural light domain though" He shrugs
"I meant more of do people see you as a representation of the protection that comes from light, or the harm? Like, an oceanic god could be seen as protector of ships, or bringer of storms? Do you not have those monikers?"
"The only person who really worships me at the moment is Raphael. Sure, I have other angels, but most of them don't understand existing since I created them." He sits on the edge of the roof, "Other than that, mortals don't know I exist beyond what I do here."
"And you haven't died yet despite only having one worshipper?"
"Despite it, I do still hold divinity. No mortal weapon can harm my form." He says, "Plenty have tried recently"
"I could make one, but I like this form."
"I can understand that. Well, not really, but I don't have the same experiences and preferences as you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Maybe it's cause you always had a physical form?" He suggests
Sytosc chuckles. "You say that like it's some sort of disability."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles, "Technically it is. I can't really be harmed if I don't have a physical mass."
"You'd be surprised, actually. I won't go into details for the sake of brevity, but when you're ripping at the founding principles of reality, you can hurt just about anything. Not that I can do that myself, but I've seen my people do it before. It's nasty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I guess so. But along as light is something that exists, I can exist in some form, even if limited." He says,stretching for a second, "Thiugh there's probably a creature that could snuff out the concept of light, so I'm not truly immortal."
*Good afternoon, most probably, friends. How is everyone?*
Raphael is fluttering amongst the clouds, literally stretching their wings
Yossele is practicing calligraphy
Thorden-Ihtros is cleaning
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*hugs :D* *I'm good, you?*
An aspect of helios forms beside him, walking on the air along side the angel, lightly brushing their wings, "Hello Raphael"
*Suppose i’ll just copy and paste this from the 2 story tavern, i’m quite happy with it.*
A man is standing on the wall on the left side of the tavern two feet to the left of the bottom right corner. When you look back he’s standing not on the wall anymore. Strange. Anyway, He’s wearing a collared shirt with one of the buttons about halfway down undone. His collar is crooked and half folded. He’s wearing a gray over shirt that matches his gray business pants which are lopsided, one side shorter than the other, revealing blue socks with raccoons on them. Oh wait, that’s just a pattern. His over shirt flaps in the wind, but as far as you can see there’s really no wind. He’s armed with a large broadsword. It’s actually just a rusty stick of celery, which is actually just a stick of celery with cinnamon on it. The man has black and untidy hair and a tanned skin tone, he’s staring into the distant skies, or he would be if he wasn’t staring at the wall.
This is a strange sight to behold.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Raphael is startled, but remains in the air. "Hello, Helios. What do you want me to do?" They stay, quick stopping
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Throden, the barkeep, waves to them. "Mr. Man of Mystery, want something to eat?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The man’s head whips around, and since he was facing the opposite direction, his head is now incorrectly oriented on his body. However when he walks forward, the rest of his body snaps back around like a rubber band. His eyes narrow and he reads a menu only to ask for something that is clearly not on it “Yes, I’ll have one pan galactic gargle blaster.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"I simply want to spend some time with you if you're free. It's been a busy couple of days" He says with a warm smile
An etheral set of eye sockets, stare back at him, right infront of Throden the Lizardfolk's eyes. "You sure you could handle such a thing, Hitchhiker?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“That’s quite funny you should ask. no. I am not. My hangover from my last downing lasted for the last infinity years.” The man leans forward towards the eye sockets as if they are an eye test.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The apparition dissipates. "Well then I am sure you would be willing to wait longer for the hangover to end. After all, they hit... as a brick, some might say."
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"And you haven't died yet despite only having one worshipper?"
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"Despite it, I do still hold divinity. No mortal weapon can harm my form." He says, "Plenty have tried recently"
*Nikoli, want to time warp a conversation between Ihtros and Kyes?*
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