There's a bang as a tall fellow bursts through the door, his voice a song. He is dressed in expensive, bejeweled armor -- all for show and would probably shatter at the touch. A neatly cut beard and combed back hair, the man has a strong face with brilliant white teeth. Fabric of rich reds and blues and violets flows from his back in an extravagant cape, not a lose thread and splotch of mud to be seen.
The newcomer seems to almost glow as he enteres the room, a gloved hand set lightly on a dramatic sword, one that, once again, is all for show and nothing for use. He grins at the surrounding people and sings in a loud, clear voice. "It is I! Your savior, your hero, your king! Sirrrrrrrrr Yarrow!"
The chatter pauses as everyone stares at him for a moment. Then, laughter breaks out and everyone resumes their previous activities.
Sir Yarrow frowns and scratches his beard. "Well that was unexpected..."
Nainai throws her harmonica at him.
Sir Yarrow jumps as the briefly airborne instrument clatters to the ground. His head whips up to try and find who threw it. "You!" He says, pointing a finger at someone sitting five feet away from Nainai.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
There's a bang as a tall fellow bursts through the door, his voice a song. He is dressed in expensive, bejeweled armor -- all for show and would probably shatter at the touch. A neatly cut beard and combed back hair, the man has a strong face with brilliant white teeth. Fabric of rich reds and blues and violets flows from his back in an extravagant cape, not a lose thread and splotch of mud to be seen.
The newcomer seems to almost glow as he enteres the room, a gloved hand set lightly on a dramatic sword, one that, once again, is all for show and nothing for use. He grins at the surrounding people and sings in a loud, clear voice. "It is I! Your savior, your hero, your king! Sirrrrrrrrr Yarrow!"
The chatter pauses as everyone stares at him for a moment. Then, laughter breaks out and everyone resumes their previous activities.
Sir Yarrow frowns and scratches his beard. "Well that was unexpected..."
Nainai throws her harmonica at him.
Sir Yarrow jumps as the briefly airborne instrument clatters to the ground. His head whips up to try and find who threw it. "You!" He says, pointing a finger at someone sitting five feet away from Nainai.
“It was me, you idiot!” She yells to him.
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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.
"Name's Damian, A traveling entertainer I am." Damian bows "What is your name good fellow?" Damian says mocking his British accent all the way
Sir Yarrow grins, "Ah, so I have found a fellow gentle man," he says, not realizing that Damian's accent was an insult to his. "Sir Yarrow. Yes, indeed, I am him. I do autographs, as I'm sure you're interested." He chuckles. "I have encountered many fans all around this beautiful planet, do not be embarrassed."
Sir Yarrow's obliviousness and extremely large ego is almost too painful to hear.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
There's a bang as a tall fellow bursts through the door, his voice a song. He is dressed in expensive, bejeweled armor -- all for show and would probably shatter at the touch. A neatly cut beard and combed back hair, the man has a strong face with brilliant white teeth. Fabric of rich reds and blues and violets flows from his back in an extravagant cape, not a lose thread and splotch of mud to be seen.
The newcomer seems to almost glow as he enteres the room, a gloved hand set lightly on a dramatic sword, one that, once again, is all for show and nothing for use. He grins at the surrounding people and sings in a loud, clear voice. "It is I! Your savior, your hero, your king! Sirrrrrrrrr Yarrow!"
The chatter pauses as everyone stares at him for a moment. Then, laughter breaks out and everyone resumes their previous activities.
Sir Yarrow frowns and scratches his beard. "Well that was unexpected..."
Nainai throws her harmonica at him.
Sir Yarrow jumps as the briefly airborne instrument clatters to the ground. His head whips up to try and find who threw it. "You!" He says, pointing a finger at someone sitting five feet away from Nainai.
“It was me, you idiot!” She yells to him.
Sir Yarrow turns his gaze to Nainai and scoffs. "Pfft, I knew that. I just wanted to see if you were...eh...honorable enough to admit your mistake," he says boldly, very clearly lying.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
"Name's Damian, A traveling entertainer I am." Damian bows "What is your name good fellow?" Damian says mocking his British accent all the way
Sir Yarrow grins, "Ah, so I have found a fellow gentle man," he says, not realizing that Damian's accent was an insult to his. "Sir Yarrow. Yes, indeed, I am him. I do autographs, as I'm sure you're interested." He chuckles. "I have encountered many fans all around this beautiful planet, do not be embarrassed."
Sir Yarrow's obliviousness and extremely large ego is almost too painful to hear.
"I assumed you were a fan of mine considering you quoted me word for word when you went in here?" Damian continues his British accent, trying to hold his poker face.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There's a bang as a tall fellow bursts through the door, his voice a song. He is dressed in expensive, bejeweled armor -- all for show and would probably shatter at the touch. A neatly cut beard and combed back hair, the man has a strong face with brilliant white teeth. Fabric of rich reds and blues and violets flows from his back in an extravagant cape, not a lose thread and splotch of mud to be seen.
The newcomer seems to almost glow as he enteres the room, a gloved hand set lightly on a dramatic sword, one that, once again, is all for show and nothing for use. He grins at the surrounding people and sings in a loud, clear voice. "It is I! Your savior, your hero, your king! Sirrrrrrrrr Yarrow!"
The chatter pauses as everyone stares at him for a moment. Then, laughter breaks out and everyone resumes their previous activities.
Sir Yarrow frowns and scratches his beard. "Well that was unexpected..."
Nainai throws her harmonica at him.
Sir Yarrow jumps as the briefly airborne instrument clatters to the ground. His head whips up to try and find who threw it. "You!" He says, pointing a finger at someone sitting five feet away from Nainai.
“It was me, you idiot!” She yells to him.
Sir Yarrow turns his gaze to Nainai and scoffs. "Pfft, I knew that. I just wanted to see if you were...eh...honorable enough to admit your mistake," he says boldly, very clearly lying.
“Mistake?? I threw my harmonica at you because you’re a dumb [gp] and I’m busy.”
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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.
"Name's Damian, A traveling entertainer I am." Damian bows "What is your name good fellow?" Damian says mocking his British accent all the way
Sir Yarrow grins, "Ah, so I have found a fellow gentle man," he says, not realizing that Damian's accent was an insult to his. "Sir Yarrow. Yes, indeed, I am him. I do autographs, as I'm sure you're interested." He chuckles. "I have encountered many fans all around this beautiful planet, do not be embarrassed."
Sir Yarrow's obliviousness and extremely large ego is almost too painful to hear.
"I assumed you were a fan of mine considering you quoted me word for word when you went in here?" Damian continues his British accent, trying to hold his poker face.
Sir Yarrow blinks. "Euhm...I...I don't...I..." He seems to be at a loss for words.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
"Name's Damian, A traveling entertainer I am." Damian bows "What is your name good fellow?" Damian says mocking his British accent all the way
Sir Yarrow grins, "Ah, so I have found a fellow gentle man," he says, not realizing that Damian's accent was an insult to his. "Sir Yarrow. Yes, indeed, I am him. I do autographs, as I'm sure you're interested." He chuckles. "I have encountered many fans all around this beautiful planet, do not be embarrassed."
Sir Yarrow's obliviousness and extremely large ego is almost too painful to hear.
"I assumed you were a fan of mine considering you quoted me word for word when you went in here?" Damian continues his British accent, trying to hold his poker face.
Sir Yarrow blinks. "Euhm...I...I don't...I..." He seems to be at a loss for words.
"Well we are both at a stand-still aren't we my friend." Damian pats his back "Well sir Yarrow lets us figure this out over a drink." Damian walks to a nearby table and sits.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Mistake?? I threw my harmonica at you because you’re a dumb [gp] and I’m busy.”
"ExCUSE ME?" Sir Yarrow gasps, clasping a hand to his chest. "Sir Yarrow does NOT take insults from filthy peasants like you," His insults can't seem to hide the nervous light in his eyes.
*Ugh now I have the one meme in my head: "Hatsune Miku does NOT talk to British people-"*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
“Mistake?? I threw my harmonica at you because you’re a dumb [gp] and I’m busy.”
"ExCUSE ME?" Sir Yarrow gasps, clasping a hand to his chest. "Sir Yarrow does NOT take insults from filthy peasants like you," His insults can't seem to hide the nervous light in his eyes.
*Ugh now I have the one meme in my head: "Hatsune Miku does NOT talk to British people-"*
“Seriously? That’s really confusing. I’d think you’d take a ton of insults every time you even breathe. No, wait, that tacky armor would probably blind them. Apologies.”
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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.
"Name's Damian, A traveling entertainer I am." Damian bows "What is your name good fellow?" Damian says mocking his British accent all the way
Sir Yarrow grins, "Ah, so I have found a fellow gentle man," he says, not realizing that Damian's accent was an insult to his. "Sir Yarrow. Yes, indeed, I am him. I do autographs, as I'm sure you're interested." He chuckles. "I have encountered many fans all around this beautiful planet, do not be embarrassed."
Sir Yarrow's obliviousness and extremely large ego is almost too painful to hear.
"I assumed you were a fan of mine considering you quoted me word for word when you went in here?" Damian continues his British accent, trying to hold his poker face.
Sir Yarrow blinks. "Euhm...I...I don't...I..." He seems to be at a loss for words.
"Well we are both at a stand-still aren't we my friend." Damian pats his back "Well sir Yarrow lets us figure this out over a drink." Damian walks to a nearby table and sits.
Sir Yarrow stares off to the side for a second before grinning. "Ah, yes fellow gentleman. A drink sounds nice," he follows Damian and sits down. "So, tell me, what are your accomplishments?"
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
“Mistake?? I threw my harmonica at you because you’re a dumb [gp] and I’m busy.”
"ExCUSE ME?" Sir Yarrow gasps, clasping a hand to his chest. "Sir Yarrow does NOT take insults from filthy peasants like you," His insults can't seem to hide the nervous light in his eyes.
*Ugh now I have the one meme in my head: "Hatsune Miku does NOT talk to British people-"*
“Seriously? That’s really confusing. I’d think you’d take a ton of insults every time you even breathe. No, wait, that tacky armor would probably blind them. Apologies.”
Sir Yarrow gives a heavy huff of anger, face turning red. "You have a bone to pick or something you scoundrel?"
*I kinda want sir yarrow to shut the [gp] up...*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
"I am quite the accomplished Traveler, I have travel to the Heavens, the Hells, and the Abyss. I have battled gods and the like in battles of wits." Damian uses his hands to add to the story "I have challenged the greatest of warriors and made powerful friends." Damian pulls out a lemonade and hands it to Sir Yarrow "I can Introduce you someday, what have you done friend." He accidentally breaks the British accent at one point but plays it off.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Mistake?? I threw my harmonica at you because you’re a dumb [gp] and I’m busy.”
"ExCUSE ME?" Sir Yarrow gasps, clasping a hand to his chest. "Sir Yarrow does NOT take insults from filthy peasants like you," His insults can't seem to hide the nervous light in his eyes.
*Ugh now I have the one meme in my head: "Hatsune Miku does NOT talk to British people-"*
“Seriously? That’s really confusing. I’d think you’d take a ton of insults every time you even breathe. No, wait, that tacky armor would probably blind them. Apologies.”
Sir Yarrow gives a heavy huff of anger, face turning red. "You have a bone to pick or something you scoundrel?"
*I kinda want sir yarrow to shut the [gp] up...*
“I have lots of bones. None of them are available for you to pick. I don’t honestly care.” Nai retrieves her harmonica with her tail.
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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.
There's a bang as a tall fellow bursts through the door, his voice a song. He is dressed in expensive, bejeweled armor -- all for show and would probably shatter at the touch. A neatly cut beard and combed back hair, the man has a strong face with brilliant white teeth. Fabric of rich reds and blues and violets flows from his back in an extravagant cape, not a lose thread and splotch of mud to be seen.
The newcomer seems to almost glow as he enteres the room, a gloved hand set lightly on a dramatic sword, one that, once again, is all for show and nothing for use. He grins at the surrounding people and sings in a loud, clear voice. "It is I! Your savior, your hero, your king! Sirrrrrrrrr Yarrow!"
The chatter pauses as everyone stares at him for a moment. Then, laughter breaks out and everyone resumes their previous activities.
Sir Yarrow frowns and scratches his beard. "Well that was unexpected..."
Henry looks over, adjusting his glasses and light blue suit. He seems to be holding back laughter.
Sir Yarrow looks around the room before catching Henry's eye. He grins and straightens, walking over to him. He stretches out his hand, lifting his chin up. "Pleasure to meet you," he says, his British accent obviously fake.
Henry responds with a very real British accent. "Pleasure. Your accent is rather terrible."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am quite the accomplished Traveler, I have travel to the Heavens, the Hells, and the Abyss. I have battled gods and the like in battles of wits." Damian uses his hands to add to the story "I have challenged the greatest of warriors and made powerful friends." Damian pulls out a lemonade and hands it to Sir Yarrow "I can Introduce you someday, what have you done friend." He accidentally breaks the British accent at one point but plays it off.
Sir Yarrow accepts the lemonade without hesitation and sips it daintily through a straw, a rather strange and funny sight to see. He is preoccupied with the drink when Damian slips up on the accent, so Sir Yarrow doesn't notice.
"That is truly fascinating," Sir Yarrow says, his accent more forced than ever. "It would be a pleasure to meet those people, im sure there as well-mannered as you and I." He seems pleased at his usage of "you and I", despite that it's not grammatically correct.
*aHhHHHh I have to go*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
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Sir Yarrow jumps as the briefly airborne instrument clatters to the ground. His head whips up to try and find who threw it. "You!" He says, pointing a finger at someone sitting five feet away from Nainai.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“It was me, you idiot!” She yells to him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sir Yarrow grins, "Ah, so I have found a fellow gentle man," he says, not realizing that Damian's accent was an insult to his. "Sir Yarrow. Yes, indeed, I am him. I do autographs, as I'm sure you're interested." He chuckles. "I have encountered many fans all around this beautiful planet, do not be embarrassed."
Sir Yarrow's obliviousness and extremely large ego is almost too painful to hear.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Sir Yarrow turns his gaze to Nainai and scoffs. "Pfft, I knew that. I just wanted to see if you were...eh...honorable enough to admit your mistake," he says boldly, very clearly lying.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"I assumed you were a fan of mine considering you quoted me word for word when you went in here?" Damian continues his British accent, trying to hold his poker face.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Mistake?? I threw my harmonica at you because you’re a dumb [gp] and I’m busy.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sir Yarrow blinks. "Euhm...I...I don't...I..." He seems to be at a loss for words.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"Well we are both at a stand-still aren't we my friend." Damian pats his back "Well sir Yarrow lets us figure this out over a drink." Damian walks to a nearby table and sits.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"ExCUSE ME?" Sir Yarrow gasps, clasping a hand to his chest. "Sir Yarrow does NOT take insults from filthy peasants like you," His insults can't seem to hide the nervous light in his eyes.
*Ugh now I have the one meme in my head: "Hatsune Miku does NOT talk to British people-"*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Seriously? That’s really confusing. I’d think you’d take a ton of insults every time you even breathe. No, wait, that tacky armor would probably blind them. Apologies.”
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 cannot help but love this guy because this is a character I would make and I love him*
*Drama queen British boi*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Sir Yarrow stares off to the side for a second before grinning. "Ah, yes fellow gentleman. A drink sounds nice," he follows Damian and sits down. "So, tell me, what are your accomplishments?"
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*Haha yeah hes all words and spirit, but get him in a fight and he'll just pay his way out*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Sir Yarrow gives a heavy huff of anger, face turning red. "You have a bone to pick or something you scoundrel?"
*I kinda want sir yarrow to shut the [gp] up...*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*Boring.*
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."
*Quote cut*
"I am quite the accomplished Traveler, I have travel to the Heavens, the Hells, and the Abyss. I have battled gods and the like in battles of wits." Damian uses his hands to add to the story "I have challenged the greatest of warriors and made powerful friends." Damian pulls out a lemonade and hands it to Sir Yarrow "I can Introduce you someday, what have you done friend." He accidentally breaks the British accent at one point but plays it off.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I have lots of bones. None of them are available for you to pick. I don’t honestly care.” Nai retrieves her harmonica with her tail.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Henry responds with a very real British accent. "Pleasure. Your accent is rather terrible."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren's eyes tear up. "He's, ah, gone..."
"The sun doesn't. It's a ball of fire."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sir Yarrow accepts the lemonade without hesitation and sips it daintily through a straw, a rather strange and funny sight to see. He is preoccupied with the drink when Damian slips up on the accent, so Sir Yarrow doesn't notice.
"That is truly fascinating," Sir Yarrow says, his accent more forced than ever. "It would be a pleasure to meet those people, im sure there as well-mannered as you and I." He seems pleased at his usage of "you and I", despite that it's not grammatically correct.
*aHhHHHh I have to go*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)