"That's an interesting interpretation of life. I'd like to share it with you, if you don't mind." He holds out a hand.
She takes it, patting the back of his hand "My name is Kinko, it means Golden Fox." She says.
"Marvin here. It has a bunch of meanings, but my favorite is 'great leader.' I haven't felt like one for a long time, but I named myself this to tell myself to live one."
When she takes his hand, she can feel his mind adapting to hers, deeply considering her worldview.
She sees a Shinigami, a veritable God of death and undeath, trapped in a ballet of violence with the same gun Marvin was wielding a moment ago. Shots blast terrorists and the walls behind them into waste. Hundreds of highly trained warriors fall, doing their absolute best to kill the Spectre before it can ruin them, but their bullets rarely hit the dancing dragon of death, barely scratching the mountainous level of spiritual armor. The igniting powder, dripping of blood, crumbling of rubble, and shattering blades ring out in a song, until finally, the last man is felled. Only the Shinigami remains. Hundreds of souls funneled into the afterlife, where the Shinigami will sort them out in a courtroom instead of a battlefield.
It was this day that mankind said "no more" to his people. The Hunters were established. The Spectres were too strong for their own good.
Marvin unclasps her hand. "There is magic in music, and people are afraid of magic sometimes. But I don't want to miss a beat of it."
"That's an interesting interpretation of life. I'd like to share it with you, if you don't mind." He holds out a hand.
She takes it, patting the back of his hand "My name is Kinko, it means Golden Fox." She says.
"Marvin here. It has a bunch of meanings, but my favorite is 'great leader.' I haven't felt like one for a long time, but I named myself this to tell myself to live one."
When she takes his hand, she can feel his mind adapting to hers, deeply considering her worldview.
She sees a Shinigami, a veritable God of death and undeath, trapped in a ballet of violence with the same gun Marvin was wielding a moment ago. Shots blast terrorists and the walls behind them into waste. Hundreds of highly trained warriors fall, doing their absolute best to kill the Spectre before it can ruin them, but their bullets rarely hit the dancing dragon of death, barely scratching the mountainous level of spiritual armor. The igniting powder, dripping of blood, crumbling of rubble, and shattering blades ring out in a song, until finally, the last man is felled. Only the Shinigami remains. Hundreds of souls funneled into the afterlife, where the Shinigami will sort them out in a courtroom instead of a battlefield.
It was this day that mankind said "no more" to his people. The Hunters were established. The Spectres were too strong for their own good.
Marvin unclasps her hand. "There is magic in music, and people are afraid of magic sometimes. But I don't want to miss a beat of it."
She chuckles "But of course, it is what you strive for! Your passion!" She says, fire sparking from her words.
*Since my brain won't S H U T U P, would anyone like to RP?*
(sure)
Xan is looking for Isaac, grumbling about how cold it is.
isaac is by the fire. his cat is curled up in his lap
Xan jumps on Isaac, crawling next to him as close as he can get "it's freezing!'
Isaac's cat yawns and stretches before hopping down off of his lap
Xan hisses at it "He's mine. And he's warm!" He grumbles
He sighs "please try not to antagonize the cat"
"Hmph." He grumbles
He puts his arm around Xan "i found something interesting today"
"And what would that be?" Xan raised a brow
"i'm not exactly sure" he pulls a red floppy disc out of his jacket "never seen anything like it"
Xan blinks slowly "What the heck?"
"do you know what this is?"
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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
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)
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
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 have 8 minutes. Who wants to slap with the scrap?*
(what do you mean)
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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
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)
*cut for salem* "Well, the plan's changed. I'll stay and work until I have a good amount of pocket money."
"Well, sounds like I've got a solid employee for a while. I don't think i'll ask much more of you than I already have, but, thank you for staying."
"I have a roof over my head, for the time being."
"Yes, that's something we can all be glad of.. I hope you aren't upset with me.. giving you vision? i've never done that without asking, sorry.."
"Well," she seems like she has something to say, but is having problems. "I'm not upset"
*in my hc, fey creatures can't directly lie*
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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)
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
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Xan blinks slowly "What the heck?"
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
"Marvin here. It has a bunch of meanings, but my favorite is 'great leader.' I haven't felt like one for a long time, but I named myself this to tell myself to live one."
When she takes his hand, she can feel his mind adapting to hers, deeply considering her worldview.
She sees a Shinigami, a veritable God of death and undeath, trapped in a ballet of violence with the same gun Marvin was wielding a moment ago. Shots blast terrorists and the walls behind them into waste. Hundreds of highly trained warriors fall, doing their absolute best to kill the Spectre before it can ruin them, but their bullets rarely hit the dancing dragon of death, barely scratching the mountainous level of spiritual armor. The igniting powder, dripping of blood, crumbling of rubble, and shattering blades ring out in a song, until finally, the last man is felled. Only the Shinigami remains. Hundreds of souls funneled into the afterlife, where the Shinigami will sort them out in a courtroom instead of a battlefield.
It was this day that mankind said "no more" to his people. The Hunters were established. The Spectres were too strong for their own good.
Marvin unclasps her hand. "There is magic in music, and people are afraid of magic sometimes. But I don't want to miss a beat of it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles "But of course, it is what you strive for! Your passion!" She says, fire sparking from her words.
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
"do you know what this is?"
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
*Now I eep. Good night lovely people *
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
*salem? I replied*
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)
(have a good eep)
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
*Huzzar!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Isaac is examining the red floppy disc he found
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 have 8 minutes. Who wants to slap with the scrap?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(what do you mean)
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
yeah gn
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)
"Well," she seems like she has something to say, but is having problems. "I'm not upset"
*in my hc, fey creatures can't directly lie*
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)
*IT WAS NOT A NAP*
*HELLO 7PM*
*FREN*
*[phug] sporry i probably missed you today*
(you are nocturnal my friend)
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