"..." The wheelchair turns and begins to drive toward town, then stops. "I forgot what I was going to do, but I had an idea for a second. I haven't had an idea in centuries. I think it involved loads of glitter. Possibly maple syrup, but those don't go together, so it's one or the other."
Krist sighs and stands up, placing his hands in his coat pockets, and pulling out a tube of silvery glitter. He hands it to him.
"Glitter it is!" He laughs maniacally and drives off. "(GP) your approval, I'm giving a little girl a pony and offering to take it back when she gets bored!"
"I've been counting how many people said that. Most do. Sometimes I think I must be mad to not enjoy what I have. I have my voice, my mind, my chair, my work... I live and breathe, but I don't thrive anymore. I don't love or hate, hurt or need. I just... am."
“Survival is something you are thankful for, but thriving is something you yearn for. I understand that more than you know, although I am far younger than you, a simply 48 years old.”
"48 years is nothing to sneeze at. Throughout most of history, you would be considered elderly. You seem very wise for your age regardless." Rag can hear him working on something under his shade.
“Would you mind if I say your face? I just would truly like to know who I’m talking to. If you don’t mind.” He says calmly and kindly, truly that his all he seeks, and his eyes say that much, a warm coming from more than just his scales.
"I've been counting how many people said that. Most do. Sometimes I think I must be mad to not enjoy what I have. I have my voice, my mind, my chair, my work... I live and breathe, but I don't thrive anymore. I don't love or hate, hurt or need. I just... am."
“Survival is something you are thankful for, but thriving is something you yearn for. I understand that more than you know, although I am far younger than you, a simply 48 years old.”
"48 years is nothing to sneeze at. Throughout most of history, you would be considered elderly. You seem very wise for your age regardless." Rag can hear him working on something under his shade.
“Would you mind if I see your face? I just would truly like to know who I’m talking to. If you don’t mind.” He says calmly and kindly, truly that his all he seeks, and his eyes say that much, a warm coming from more than just his scales.
A chuckle. "You seem like a kind lad. I'll give you a glimpse of the face I wear." The shade pulls back. Goodness, he's old. He definitely looks older than this reality. He makes mummies in tombs look like they're in the primes of their lives. His skin is bright pink and unnaturally so, and it looks sticky. Atop his head is a tall, crooked top hat, and the gap between his head and the hat reveals that his skull has been hollowed and filled with candy, much like the bags all around him. In his hands is a tiny red candy figurine that is starting to resemble Rag himself.
Luffy is wandering the woods Jax and Reese are sitting in the tavern, at seperate tables
Reese hears an unfamiliar sound from outside, seemingly calling her without words
Heeding the beckoning of the sound, she walks out of the tavern, trying to find the source
It seems to come from a nearby forest, along with an enticing smell
She pads along faster, eventually dropping to all fours to run to this source.
other animals seem to be doing so too, leading to a clearing with a cheeseboard in the middle
"Holy f[gp]... its cheese..." She proclaims aloud, approaching the cheeseboard. Monteryjack, pepper jack, Gouda, swiss.... its a cheese oasis..
Some birds and hares fly and scamper away when she talks, and the forest seems to be silent except for a soft scratching sound
*gotta boing this for salem
*salem*
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"And some people should just lay there and rot instead of getting help, right?" He sounds angry. "Oh, sure, you're fine, but what about the next person? Or the next? You think something that suppresses natural appetites is worth four (GP)ing silver a dose?! WRONG! I was giving you a deal so good the corps would bawl their eyes out. I worked for them... once..." His tone turns dreamy. "They sent me out on the front lines. Isn't that funny? And when I got burned by their own (GP)ing weapons, they refused to help me. I was a botanist. I had no training. Look at me. Do I look okay? Do I look like I needed help? YES!! All those people suffer, and you don't care. You're rotten, just like them..." He draws a pocket pistol and aims directly at Jax's face, before clutching his own head, screaming and crying as he curls up in a ball, dropping his gun in the grass next to him.
"Uhm... I know what to do.." He says while taking off his armor. He then lays on the man, curled up in a ball. This display is similar to a cat laying on its owner at random
The man twitches weakly, blood and tears gushing from his eyes. "T-the spice... is my only god anymore... I hate it..."
Isaac is sitting on the rooftop having a granola bar
Xan hovers over them
he looks up at xan "hello"
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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
Luffy is wandering the woods Jax and Reese are sitting in the tavern, at seperate tables
Reese hears an unfamiliar sound from outside, seemingly calling her without words
Heeding the beckoning of the sound, she walks out of the tavern, trying to find the source
It seems to come from a nearby forest, along with an enticing smell
She pads along faster, eventually dropping to all fours to run to this source.
other animals seem to be doing so too, leading to a clearing with a cheeseboard in the middle
"Holy f[gp]... its cheese..." She proclaims aloud, approaching the cheeseboard. Monteryjack, pepper jack, Gouda, swiss.... its a cheese oasis..
Some birds and hares fly and scamper away when she talks, and the forest seems to be silent except for a soft scratching sound
*gotta boing this for salem
*salem*
*bwa sry*
She does not care, and begins to eat the cheese, slowly but with poise and purpose
Behind her, the scratching continues. It doesn't sound like an animal, though
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The man twitches weakly, blood and tears gushing from his eyes. "T-the spice... is my only god anymore... I hate it..."
"Uh... there's.. a food shrine nearby.."
"You... don't understand... hhhhhakekekekeke... I thought you knew better..."
Suddenly, Jax realizes that he's just laying on the ground. He feels a bit buzzed, but he doesn't remember taking the man's drugs or drinking anywhere near enough for this feeling. Cathan is disappearing into the woods nearby.
*Cut for salem* It's not very hard to see that behind her, a young woman in a red wizardly hat seems to be sketching her and the other wildlife
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*Cut for salem* It's not very hard to see that behind her, a young woman in a red wizardly hat seems to be sketching her and the other wildlife
"Excuse me? ma'am?"
"Oop!" she's been spotted. "I'm sorry."
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*Cut for salem* It's not very hard to see that behind her, a young woman in a red wizardly hat seems to be sketching her and the other wildlife
"Excuse me? ma'am?"
"Oop!" she's been spotted. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" She asks as her purple eyes widen. She takes off her armor, to be a little less stiff before approaching closer
"I'm not sure if you would be offended. I'm just recording the wildlife and any magical things I find
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"Glitter it is!" He laughs maniacally and drives off. "(GP) your approval, I'm giving a little girl a pony and offering to take it back when she gets bored!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Would you mind if I say your face? I just would truly like to know who I’m talking to. If you don’t mind.” He says calmly and kindly, truly that his all he seeks, and his eyes say that much, a warm coming from more than just his scales.
A chuckle. "You seem like a kind lad. I'll give you a glimpse of the face I wear." The shade pulls back. Goodness, he's old. He definitely looks older than this reality. He makes mummies in tombs look like they're in the primes of their lives. His skin is bright pink and unnaturally so, and it looks sticky. Atop his head is a tall, crooked top hat, and the gap between his head and the hat reveals that his skull has been hollowed and filled with candy, much like the bags all around him. In his hands is a tiny red candy figurine that is starting to resemble Rag himself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*salem*
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 man twitches weakly, blood and tears gushing from his eyes. "T-the spice... is my only god anymore... I hate it..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
he looks up at xan "hello"
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
Behind her, the scratching continues. It doesn't sound like an animal, though
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)
"You... don't understand... hhhhhakekekekeke... I thought you knew better..."
Suddenly, Jax realizes that he's just laying on the ground. He feels a bit buzzed, but he doesn't remember taking the man's drugs or drinking anywhere near enough for this feeling. Cathan is disappearing into the woods nearby.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for salem*
It's not very hard to see that behind her, a young woman in a red wizardly hat seems to be sketching her and the other wildlife
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)
*Back for a bit, anybody want to rp?*
"Oop!" she's been spotted. "I'm sorry."
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)
"I'm not sure if you would be offended. I'm just recording the wildlife and any 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)