A hole opens up in the sky and a young woman Falls out, cussing repeatedly before a sudden updraft slows her fall and lets her land safely on the ground.
She is ghostly pale and has long white hair styled to look like drips that cover the left half of her face her clothes match a color of a marshmallow. A black berete, a poofy pastel yellow top, golden orange pants with a black belt and leather knee pads, and black knee high boots with dark orange laces.
*Holy [GP] it’s marshmallow*
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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.
“While I do love a good cup of tea, I get the feeling you are attempting to poison or incapacitate me with it. Not that I would resent you for that; it’s a brilliant plan and I respect you for it.”
"No no, I don't want you to go to waste!" She chuckles.
“Waste, eh? And what could you have planned for me, madame?” Thirteen suddenly remembers a scene from an anime he watched many years ago in a world called Earth, a scene with a young man named Giorno…
"A good bit of fun dear. You see, I despise you but I know I cannot coexist without the likes of your gender floating about. You take advantage of women and girls just to date yourself, it's deplorable. But! I know when I am not allowed to kill, I am civilized" she grins.
“Well madame… I am actually asexual. And aromantic. I should have made that clear beforehand, probably…”
"I do not care dear, still a plague to be destroyed."
“…” Thirteen picks up the cup, rubs his chin (casting enhance ability, Bear’s Endurance), and takes a sip.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A hole opens up in the sky and a young woman Falls out, cussing repeatedly before a sudden updraft slows her fall and lets her land safely on the ground.
She is ghostly pale and has long white hair styled to look like drips that cover the left half of her face her clothes match a color of a marshmallow. A black berete, a poofy pastel yellow top, golden orange pants with a black belt and leather knee pads, and black knee high boots with dark orange laces.
*I KNOW THIS CHARACTER* Suddenly, a praying mantis person with a longbow runs up, speaking telepathically. <Hi! Who are you? I’ve been alone in the woods for like three woods I mean days!>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Traveling Theatre is back in town! A door that seems to defy logic and physics is standing in the middle of a field. The sigh overhead reads "THE TRAVELING THEATRE!" in gold and lights. A little sign on the door reads in smaller lettering "OPEN! COME ON IN!"
*Holy [GP] it’s marshmallow*
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
“…” Thirteen picks up the cup, rubs his chin (casting enhance ability, Bear’s Endurance), and takes a sip.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*but adult "
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*I KNOW THIS CHARACTER*
Suddenly, a praying mantis person with a longbow runs up, speaking telepathically. <Hi! Who are you? I’ve been alone in the woods for like three woods I mean days!>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Pch’Ptah runs up behind him. <Hey, you’re the one who was puking in that alley like a week or two ago! How you doing, man?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
”managing to keep my aberrant form together. The King in Yellow is going to find its way into this community soon if I don’t stop it right now.”
<The who now? A King in Yellow? He sounds like a wild kind of guy.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ight, signing off for the evening, see you all tomorrow*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am put of my 11 HOUR LONG performance :D*
*I am so tired*
*GOOD MORNING YOU LOT. I GOT AN IDEA LAST NIGHT.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Mornin'. What's your idea?*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*a traveling theatre tavern :). But I might wait till the tavern uploads quiet a bit because it seems everyone is making one.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*that sounds so cool!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also chrchtrs*
Thirteen is collecting puddles from the forest in jars.
Nainai has set up a sign saying “The elves never landed on Evermeet. Change my mind.”
Pch’Ptah is upside down on the roof, watching the clouds roll by. Its fireflies are out of the bottle and are peacefully flitting around the grounds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Traveling Theatre is back in town! A door that seems to defy logic and physics is standing in the middle of a field. The sigh overhead reads "THE TRAVELING THEATRE!" in gold and lights. A little sign on the door reads in smaller lettering "OPEN! COME ON IN!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*good morning my friends. I wanna pass out already cause of alst night.*
*I hope y'all are doing good*
Sytosc is baking a pie out in the forest.
Uncle Pastel is giving out free candy. He is not invoking the Rule of Reciprocity.
Fischer is in the library, reading up on ancient executioners.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yoooo*
Thirteen is collecting puddles from the forest in jars.
Nainai has set up a sign saying “The elves never landed on Evermeet. Change my mind.”
Pch’Ptah is upside down on the roof, watching the clouds roll by. Its fireflies are out of the bottle and are peacefully flitting around the grounds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Jo-bro!*
Sytosc looks over at Thirteen. "That's not safe to drink. At least, not for humanoids I don't think."
Uncle Pastel sits nearby, having appeared suddenly (Misty Step). He's eating a MEGA BAR at the moment, and has a stack of them beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels