*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Stroth is punching the absolute (GP) out of an angel. Her fists are covered in golden ichor. She grins madly as she beats it to a bloody pulp before ripping off its wings from its back.
*I can foresee this becoming a slippery slope, so here’s some fellows for myriad sources of roleplay*
Thirteen is pondering his orrery.
Riotan is sulking in Threksos’s tomb.
Paracelsus is walking around looking for someone to experiment on.
They hear the sound of wet footsteps coming from somewhere nearby. Hard to tell from whom.
Thirteen is currently in his armchair, examining what seems to be a spelljamming dogfight between several shrike ships and a damaged nautiloid.
He stands up slowly, looking around the dark domed stone chamber. “…who’s there?”
Paracelsus walks over to Thirteen, wearing a traditional black plague doctor’s outfit with a white mask, covered with dries blood, poisonous chemicals, and spores. They tilt their head silently.
The closer they get, the heavier the footsteps get. The cold stone chamber begins to get warmer, as Rag walks out to Riotan.
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*HELP ME, I AM VASTLY OUTNUMBERED AND IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE!*
*Cookie run is one of those games that looks cool, until you play it.*
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
*I am worried for you all.*
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
*I can foresee this becoming a slippery slope, so here’s some fellows for myriad sources of roleplay*
Thirteen is pondering his orrery.
Mauric is mopping up an astral color pool in the second-story hallway.
Loriche is making gold decals to solder onto her armor.
Riotan is sulking in Threksos’s tomb.
Suhou is swimming happily.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Hey don’t hate on cookie run, it’s fun, it’s just also so boring it makes me want to tear my eyes out.*
*I have no intention of playing a gacha game. I avoid them whenever possible.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*God stays in heaven for he to fears what he has created .*
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
*Yeah.... i haven't played it in a while, but i did play it*
* y e p . *
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*for every person who dreams up the electric lightbulb, there’s the one who dreams up the atom bomb*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Paracelsus is walking around looking for someone to experiment on.
They hear the sound of wet footsteps coming from somewhere nearby. Hard to tell from whom.
*Ab pure poetry, for every spark there is a violent explosion waiting in the wings.*
Thirteen is currently in his armchair, examining what seems to be a spelljamming dogfight between several shrike ships and a damaged nautiloid.
He stands up slowly, looking around the dark domed stone chamber. “…who’s there?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Does anyone want to rp? If so with what characters do you want to deal with?*
*it was a sharkboy and lavagirl reference*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Yeah I forgot what it was from, from Mr Electric right?*
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Stroth is punching the absolute (GP) out of an angel. Her fists are covered in golden ichor. She grins madly as she beats it to a bloody pulp before ripping off its wings from its back.
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
*I KNEW I KNEW WHERE THAT WAS FROM-*
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
*mhm*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Paracelsus walks over to Thirteen, wearing a traditional black plague doctor’s outfit with a white mask, covered with dries blood, poisonous chemicals, and spores. They tilt their head silently.
The closer they get, the heavier the footsteps get. The cold stone chamber begins to get warmer, as Rag walks out to Riotan.