The man nods in gratitude and silently enters, seemingly worn out from his monologue. He pulls out a fountain pen with a glowing red tip and begins to write on a napkin in similarly glowing ink. He's writing the same sigil over and over. It resembles an eye that's been stitched shut with barbed wire and surrounded by a diamond of runes.
William is fast but careful, he is an artist after all, a perfectionist. He returns after a moment with a mug of Bicerin, a drink made with espresso, dark chocolate, and whole milk. He sets it down and then sets down a plate of garlic and chive rolls with melted butter on top. He disappears back into the kitchen, only to return with a fresh dish of Cioppino and Baked Polenta with Chanterelles and Sage Ragout.
He sounds delighted with each bite but devours the food with reckless abandon. His shadow flickers between that of a man and that of a massive demon, all teeth and tongues. His flesh recovers from the decay it was experiencing as he downs the drink and stuffs a roll into his gob. The silverware bends and severs between his teeth, unable to take the strength of his jaws.
Make a Cook's Utensils check. This will set the DC for his future feedings.
The cat shrugs. “Didn’t feel like it. They made you wake up at 5:30 AM every day.”
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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.
The man nods in gratitude and silently enters, seemingly worn out from his monologue. He pulls out a fountain pen with a glowing red tip and begins to write on a napkin in similarly glowing ink. He's writing the same sigil over and over. It resembles an eye that's been stitched shut with barbed wire and surrounded by a diamond of runes.
William is fast but careful, he is an artist after all, a perfectionist. He returns after a moment with a mug of Bicerin, a drink made with espresso, dark chocolate, and whole milk. He sets it down and then sets down a plate of garlic and chive rolls with melted butter on top. He disappears back into the kitchen, only to return with a fresh dish of Cioppino and Baked Polenta with Chanterelles and Sage Ragout.
He sounds delighted with each bite but devours the food with reckless abandon. His shadow flickers between that of a man and that of a massive demon, all teeth and tongues. His flesh recovers from the decay it was experiencing as he downs the drink and stuffs a roll into his gob. The silverware bends and severs between his teeth, unable to take the strength of his jaws.
Make a Cook's Utensils check. This will set the DC for his future feedings.
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
“Oh, I specialize in pyromancy and evocation. I used to be able to create stars, blackholes, nebulas and such, but I have since grown weaker in this state.”
His eyes brighten with hunger. "Is that so? What if I were to, say, get Merlin to restore your form? Odds are it'll only last for a bit, but could you, possibly, create a black hole for me?"
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
"Thats a good idea. My sister took fencing lessons a couple times, and that really helped" He hums, dolls starting to mimic fencing
She nods and shrugs "Swords always seemed to delicate for me, I don't know why."
*Can I make a talking cat? Possibly a person who was turned into a forever-living cat as a curse eons ago?*
*I literally have an anthro Arctic fox, and anthro wolf/fox, and an anthro bunny running around causing adorable chaos. It's probably fine*
*Speaking of which, I should probably interact with more than one of your characters.*
*up to you*
*I will, do you want to deal with any of my characters?*
*none come to mind specifically*
*John Dungeon it is,*
A big man in heavy plate armor that covers his body with a giant sword, banner, and parchment is sitting in the tavern, looking into the middle distance, his beautiful eyes not looking at anything in particular.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
"Thats a good idea. My sister took fencing lessons a couple times, and that really helped" He hums, dolls starting to mimic fencing
She nods and shrugs "Swords always seemed to delicate for me, I don't know why."
"Rapier's are flexy, i remember seeing that. But longswords are pretty sturdy, i watched dad hit someone in full armor with one once" he says,
"Once again, the bright mind of my god-cursed puppy." She jokes, trying to remain nonchalant about the situation.
He laughs and shakes his head “Mistakes were made.” He begins to head upstairs, getting a change of clothes back to looking casual and loose, smelling like sweet fruit.
"Mmmhmm" She chuckles, leaning into the bar as he walks off. When he returns, she is nowhere to be seen, and a pile of clothes is left on the ground. For a fact, they belong to Saphuno, but they aren't the ones she was wearing half an hour before
He picks up the clothes and goes to Saphuno’s room to put them there and go look for her. He opens her door, and puts the clothes down, muttering to himself.
When in fact, she was hiding behind the door. She dashes out from behind it and jumps in front of him, snickering
He jumps slightly from the surprise, but instead of back directly onto her, causing them both to land on the ground, him on top of her “Ah.”
"Mmm, you're less skittish than I thought.." She chuckles and rubs her paws up and down his back
He chuckles back “I just got this clothes on, can we enjoy the rest of the day please?” He says wiggling his brows before laughing and getting up.
"Oh, please, like I was going to do something like that."
“Oh because bunnies are known for being prudes. Get real.” He says with a wide grin.
She stands up and scoffs, knowing he's right. She puts her paws on her hips and tilts her head "Okay, maaaaybe..but.. not right there on the kitchen floor, I'm not that freaky.."
He smiles widely “I am.” He then turns to pick up the stuff he dropped before an angel looking Aasimar holding a golden beating heart rushes in.
"Shhh, save it for later, you can plant your seeds elsewhere instead of outside in the ground" She says quietly before the Aasimar enters. "U-uhh, hello?.."
He runs up to Damian “You need to eat this!” And hold up the beating heart. Damian just shrugs and grabs the heart, taking a bite, and swallowing it, golden ichor leaking from his mouth.
Saphuno rubs the bridge of her nose, exasperatedly "Yeah, I'm not even gonna ask.."
She watches Damian’s chest glow even brighter and he drops to the ground, wailing in pain. The Aasimar just watches silently, clasping there hands together.
"Wh- H-hey, do something!" She cries out to the Aasimar
“I can’t, he doesn’t want to die in a year. So he has to endure this.”
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
“Oh, I specialize in pyromancy and evocation. I used to be able to create stars, blackholes, nebulas and such, but I have since grown weaker in this state.”
His eyes brighten with hunger. "Is that so? What if I were to, say, get Merlin to restore your form? Odds are it'll only last for a bit, but could you, possibly, create a black hole for me?"
“I could, in this hypothetical scenario.”
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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.
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
"Thats a good idea. My sister took fencing lessons a couple times, and that really helped" He hums, dolls starting to mimic fencing
She nods and shrugs "Swords always seemed to delicate for me, I don't know why."
"Rapier's are flexy, i remember seeing that. But longswords are pretty sturdy, i watched dad hit someone in full armor with one once" he says,
"Huh!" She said, sitting down besides him and unbraiding her hair
Yuri is out in the field, practicing hand to hand combat with a Mirror Image of herself. She throws the mirror image to the ground, pinning it's neck down by her knee. It struggles, silently screeching in protest.
William is sitting at his desk, in his office. He is going over tax forms for the Red Plate, grumbling to himself about what horrid demon below decided taxes was a new way for greed to permeate the world.
Genesis is in the library of the tavern, every book on each shelf pulled out and laying around him, each on a different page. He is reading through each one of them at once, his bored expression more of a calm one.
Georgie is watching Yuri practice, sat on the grass with his plushes infront of him, the dolls mimicking her movements
She wipes sweat from her face and grumbles. "How did I do that time?" She calls over to him.
He give's a thumbs up, "You'd kick some tush!"
She chuckles "I usually go in axe blazing but I need to get better about actually knowing what I hit without just mindlessly doing it." She said.
"Thats a good idea. My sister took fencing lessons a couple times, and that really helped" He hums, dolls starting to mimic fencing
She nods and shrugs "Swords always seemed to delicate for me, I don't know why."
"Rapier's are flexy, i remember seeing that. But longswords are pretty sturdy, i watched dad hit someone in full armor with one once" he says,
"Huh!" She said, sitting down besides him and unbraiding her hair
He hums, leaning on her lightly, "It was neat. I wasn't allowed to touch a sword tho"
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The man nods in gratitude and silently enters, seemingly worn out from his monologue. He pulls out a fountain pen with a glowing red tip and begins to write on a napkin in similarly glowing ink. He's writing the same sigil over and over. It resembles an eye that's been stitched shut with barbed wire and surrounded by a diamond of runes.
William is fast but careful, he is an artist after all, a perfectionist. He returns after a moment with a mug of Bicerin, a drink made with espresso, dark chocolate, and whole milk. He sets it down and then sets down a plate of garlic and chive rolls with melted butter on top. He disappears back into the kitchen, only to return with a fresh dish of Cioppino and Baked Polenta with Chanterelles and Sage Ragout.
He sounds delighted with each bite but devours the food with reckless abandon. His shadow flickers between that of a man and that of a massive demon, all teeth and tongues. His flesh recovers from the decay it was experiencing as he downs the drink and stuffs a roll into his gob. The silverware bends and severs between his teeth, unable to take the strength of his jaws.
Make a Cook's Utensils check. This will set the DC for his future feedings.
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*Sorry, had to eat dinner*
The demon seems to increase in power, his shadow nearly covering the room before he appears normal again, breathing heavily and looking down at the bitten silverware, glass, and plate. The bites are perfect, implying that his teeth must be hard and sharp enough to cleanly cut glass without cracking it. "Thank you, Chef." He sighs. "How much do I owe you for this? Money is no object when your life is on the line."
The cat shrugs. “Didn’t feel like it. They made you wake up at 5:30 AM every day.”
"Oof, i'd riot too."
“Surely, but look where it landed me.”
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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.
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
“Oh, I specialize in pyromancy and evocation. I used to be able to create stars, blackholes, nebulas and such, but I have since grown weaker in this state.”
His eyes brighten with hunger. "Is that so? What if I were to, say, get Merlin to restore your form? Odds are it'll only last for a bit, but could you, possibly, create a black hole for me?"
“I could, in this hypothetical scenario.”
"I happen to be packing high-powered magical resistance, so I might be able to survive long enough to convince him. I would likely need more power before I could do it with a semblance of safety, but it is theoretically possible."
"I see. I know a couple of people who are good at that. Hired some at one point, until they all called me insane and quit. But demons are supposed to be insane, aren't they? Anyway, I meant your major in the arcane sciences. Not that your academic accomplishments aren't impressive."
“Oh, I specialize in pyromancy and evocation. I used to be able to create stars, blackholes, nebulas and such, but I have since grown weaker in this state.”
His eyes brighten with hunger. "Is that so? What if I were to, say, get Merlin to restore your form? Odds are it'll only last for a bit, but could you, possibly, create a black hole for me?"
“I could, in this hypothetical scenario.”
"I happen to be packing high-powered magical resistance, so I might be able to survive long enough to convince him. I would likely need more power before I could do it with a semblance of safety, but it is theoretically possible."
He yawns widely. “I suppose so. Is there a specific reason you wish to eat a black hole?”
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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.
TRON LIVES
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He sounds delighted with each bite but devours the food with reckless abandon. His shadow flickers between that of a man and that of a massive demon, all teeth and tongues. His flesh recovers from the decay it was experiencing as he downs the drink and stuffs a roll into his gob. The silverware bends and severs between his teeth, unable to take the strength of his jaws.
Make a Cook's Utensils check. This will set the DC for his future feedings.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut for salem*
The cat shrugs. “Didn’t feel like it. They made you wake up at 5:30 AM every day.”
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
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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
His eyes brighten with hunger. "Is that so? What if I were to, say, get Merlin to restore your form? Odds are it'll only last for a bit, but could you, possibly, create a black hole for me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods and shrugs "Swords always seemed to delicate for me, I don't know why."
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
*Literally anyone.*
"Rapier's are flexy, i remember seeing that. But longswords are pretty sturdy, i watched dad hit someone in full armor with one once" he says,
“I can’t, he doesn’t want to die in a year. So he has to endure this.”
“I could, in this hypothetical scenario.”
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
"Huh!" She said, sitting down besides him and unbraiding her hair
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
He hums, leaning on her lightly, "It was neat. I wasn't allowed to touch a sword tho"
(want to rp alaric?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Sure, heres my characters that aren't currently doing stuff, and also georgie is above*
Tycho is sat on a roof, eating lunch
*i'm also working on an intro*
*Sorry, had to eat dinner*
The demon seems to increase in power, his shadow nearly covering the room before he appears normal again, breathing heavily and looking down at the bitten silverware, glass, and plate. The bites are perfect, implying that his teeth must be hard and sharp enough to cleanly cut glass without cracking it. "Thank you, Chef." He sighs. "How much do I owe you for this? Money is no object when your life is on the line."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Surely, but look where it landed me.”
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 happen to be packing high-powered magical resistance, so I might be able to survive long enough to convince him. I would likely need more power before I could do it with a semblance of safety, but it is theoretically possible."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He yawns widely. “I suppose so. Is there a specific reason you wish to eat a black hole?”
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