The Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Damian is learning how to make waffles, and failing in the kitchen.
Benimaru is drinking, what else would he be doing other than killing infernals or drinking.
Mauric watches him bemusedly from a distance.
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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.
"Have you tried writing about that? Or talking to someone?"
Felix leans close and begins to whisper. "I may love you like a father now, but when I first met you I wanted to put your skull on a new and terrifying axis. Cannibalism disgusts me to no end. It is a vile practice. Have you read the history of Honkachu? For decades we had human tyrants who took our food and had us eat each other. They told us to boil our infants. And we did. It was a miracle that I survived past the age of one. My growth was stunted because of my mother's malnutrition, and she had already eaten all but two of my siblings. Only me and my brother survived our eternal winter, and only by eating our older sister. Fried in what little fat she had left. You have beautiful ideals, but you chose the wrong way to express them. I don't blame you for it. It's my own personal bias, and you shouldn't have to suffer for it. But now you know my position on such things." He slides back into the chair.
"I can't... My stories don't revolve around the horrors of such things. My stories are a way to let others relieve themselves of their real worlds and dive into that isn't so cruel." He explains.
William blinks, actually looking surprised. It's a wonder how his neutral faced murderer can even pull that expression. Then, he bursts out laughing, actual laughter.
"Have you heard of the Dark Paintings of Doctor Seuss? Everyone has a dark side. You don't need to publish it, just write it down."
Felix frowns, looking away. "I don't think it's that funny. I mean, a little I guess... but not like that. I'm sorry."
"Doctor Seuss?... You get his work here?" He asked, chuckling.
"No no no, it's not funny. It's the opposite. You are the first to actually speak your mind to me and I respect that. Thank you."
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
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The Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Felix is sitting out back where William buries his bodies, drinking. He waves Shredder over, his eyes red from crying. "I can bury that for ya." He slowly gets up, leaning on his little shovel.
Shredder doesn’t even look at Felix, walking over to the graves “Don’t child. You are obviously conflicted with something, I can handle the simple task of burying a body.” He begins to dig, using his fingers instead of claws.
The Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Damian is learning how to make waffles, and failing in the kitchen.
Benimaru is drinking, what else would he be doing other than killing infernals or drinking.
Mauric watches him bemusedly from a distance.
He is managing to burn water, which doesn’t happen when he cooks anything else, it’s weird.
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
The Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Damian is learning how to make waffles, and failing in the kitchen.
Benimaru is drinking, what else would he be doing other than killing infernals or drinking.
Mauric watches him bemusedly from a distance.
He is managing to burn water, which doesn’t happen when he cooks anything else, it’s weird.
“You know, you’re supposed to smother a grease fire, not douse it.” He points out helpfully to Damian.
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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.
"Have you heard of the Dark Paintings of Doctor Seuss? Everyone has a dark side. You don't need to publish it, just write it down."
Felix frowns, looking away. "I don't think it's that funny. I mean, a little I guess... but not like that. I'm sorry."
"Doctor Seuss?... You get his work here?" He asked, chuckling.
"No no no, it's not funny. It's the opposite. You are the first to actually speak your mind to me and I respect that. Thank you."
"Of course. Where do you think he got inspiration?"
Felix looks back up. "What, does everyone just say 'oh yeah, that's fine, please don't kill me?' I don't think we're the type of friends to kill each other, and I don't plan on blabbing to everyone. You have a wonderful process, and I want to be a part of it. I just don't want to eat it."
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
"Of course! I'm here to document spells and other magical things I find"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Might be fun to you, doesn't seem like actual fun to me."
"it's not fun for me either. been working on this for a while now and I have still made no progress"
"What is it?" He asked, tilting his head
"honestly, i'm not completely sure. the plans I got were incomplete. best I can tell, it's meant to power something"
"Hmmm, what was the source?"
"the source for what?"
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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 Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Damian is learning how to make waffles, and failing in the kitchen.
Benimaru is drinking, what else would he be doing other than killing infernals or drinking.
Mauric watches him bemusedly from a distance.
He is managing to burn water, which doesn’t happen when he cooks anything else, it’s weird.
“You know, you’re supposed to smother a grease fire, not douse it.” He points out helpfully to Damian.
“I can cook waffles. It will just to me a minute to figure it out.” He says, fixing the exact problem Mauric pointed out.
The Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Felix is sitting out back where William buries his bodies, drinking. He waves Shredder over, his eyes red from crying. "I can bury that for ya." He slowly gets up, leaning on his little shovel.
Shredder doesn’t even look at Felix, walking over to the graves “Don’t child. You are obviously conflicted with something, I can handle the simple task of burying a body.” He begins to dig, using his fingers instead of claws.
"I'm not a child. I'm 45. I may not be strong, but I don't need to be coddled." Shredder quickly finds humanoid bones. "Plus, you don't know where the empty spots are."
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
"Of course! I'm here to document spells and other magical things I find"
“Well I’m not as strong as some, but here.” He proceeds to cast every spell a glory paladin can at level 6
"Have you heard of the Dark Paintings of Doctor Seuss? Everyone has a dark side. You don't need to publish it, just write it down."
Felix frowns, looking away. "I don't think it's that funny. I mean, a little I guess... but not like that. I'm sorry."
"Doctor Seuss?... You get his work here?" He asked, chuckling.
"No no no, it's not funny. It's the opposite. You are the first to actually speak your mind to me and I respect that. Thank you."
"Of course. Where do you think he got inspiration?"
Felix looks back up. "What, does everyone just say 'oh yeah, that's fine, please don't kill me?' I don't think we're the type of friends to kill each other, and I don't plan on blabbing to everyone. You have a wonderful process, and I want to be a part of it. I just don't want to eat it."
"Hm..." He closes his eyes "You are so... Strange.."
"No, I will tell you my story since you told me mine." He said.
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
"Of course! I'm here to document spells and other magical things I find"
“Well I’m not as strong as some, but here.” He proceeds to cast every spell a glory paladin can at level 6
The artist records every single one with detailed descriptions and sketches.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Of course. Where do you think he got inspiration?"
Felix looks back up. "What, does everyone just say 'oh yeah, that's fine, please don't kill me?' I don't think we're the type of friends to kill each other, and I don't plan on blabbing to everyone. You have a wonderful process, and I want to be a part of it. I just don't want to eat it."
"Hm..." He closes his eyes "You are so... Strange.."
"No, I will tell you my story since you told me mine." He said.
"Not really. It's probably the spices talking."
"Well then, speak your mind, boss. I'll always be here to listen while I live and breathe."
Thirteen is preparing an army of the dead to protect Theren. Over a dozen skeletons, zombies, and shadows have already been created.
Loriche is melting down her small reserve of adamant at her campsite.
-open slot-
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric watches him bemusedly from a distance.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sorry..." He mumbled
"Indeed, she thinks of you highly."
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
"Doctor Seuss?... You get his work here?" He asked, chuckling.
"No no no, it's not funny. It's the opposite. You are the first to actually speak your mind to me and I respect that. Thank you."
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
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Shredder doesn’t even look at Felix, walking over to the graves “Don’t child. You are obviously conflicted with something, I can handle the simple task of burying a body.” He begins to dig, using his fingers instead of claws.
He is managing to burn water, which doesn’t happen when he cooks anything else, it’s weird.
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
“You know, you’re supposed to smother a grease fire, not douse it.” He points out helpfully to Damian.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmmm, what was the source?"
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
"Of course. Where do you think he got inspiration?"
Felix looks back up. "What, does everyone just say 'oh yeah, that's fine, please don't kill me?' I don't think we're the type of friends to kill each other, and I don't plan on blabbing to everyone. You have a wonderful process, and I want to be a part of it. I just don't want to eat it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course! I'm here to document spells and other magical things I find"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"the source for what?"
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
“I can cook waffles. It will just to me a minute to figure it out.” He says, fixing the exact problem Mauric pointed out.
"I'm not a child. I'm 45. I may not be strong, but I don't need to be coddled." Shredder quickly finds humanoid bones. "Plus, you don't know where the empty spots are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well I’m not as strong as some, but here.” He proceeds to cast every spell a glory paladin can at level 6
"Hm..." He closes his eyes "You are so... Strange.."
"No, I will tell you my story since you told me mine." He said.
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
The artist records every single one with detailed descriptions and sketches.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Not really. It's probably the spices talking."
"Well then, speak your mind, boss. I'll always be here to listen while I live and breathe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ooooooo nice*