*It wasn't the original idea, and it still technically isn't, but its definitely close. Whenever I think delinquent, I think Metal Bat, Magna, or Jotaro.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Good morning. I feel like crap so don't expect too much of me*
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
*Man, hope you feel better.*
They see someone new in town, dressed in a stylized black Japanese uniform. A muscular teenager around 17-18, Jet black slicked back hair, the jacket of the uniform over one shoulder, just walking around, the air around them seems different, but not magic. *New character idea, maybe, I think.*
*I hope so*
Phoenixx watches them through the window, sipping his coffee slowly.
They walk into the tavern, spitting to the ground before they step on the porch, their eyes full of that distinct look of a delinquent. They walks through the door, sitting down and ordering a simple water.
"Oh great...another delinquent. Like we don't have enough of those." Phoenix mutters into his cup.
He turns, leaning against the counter as he drinks his water, his voice commanding, yet calm "It's rude to talk about people behind their back."
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning. I feel like crap so don't expect too much of me*
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
*what’s up?*
Suhou slinks over toward the man, and inspects his form worriedly.
*Just too much going on in my brain*
"…Oh, you…You’re no Hollow, eh?" he says, weakly
*I know the feeling. But things will get better*
The little god nuzzles up against the man, a healing mist settling over him that heals 28 hit points of damage.
*Yeah...maybe...8
the wounds do not close. "I’m done for, I’m afraid… I’ll die soon, then lose my sanity…"
*They will.*
Suhou tilts their head, confused.
He gently pats there head. "Little God...There is an old saying in my family… Thou who art Undead, art chosen… In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords… When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know.."
Your hand passes through Suhou’s head, feeling as though you sank it into a basin of warm water. Where and what is this bell? They ask.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good morning. I feel like crap so don't expect too much of me*
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
*what’s up?*
Suhou slinks over toward the man, and inspects his form worriedly.
*Just too much going on in my brain*
"…Oh, you…You’re no Hollow, eh?" he says, weakly
*I know the feeling. But things will get better*
The little god nuzzles up against the man, a healing mist settling over him that heals 28 hit points of damage.
*Yeah...maybe...8
the wounds do not close. "I’m done for, I’m afraid… I’ll die soon, then lose my sanity…"
*They will.*
Suhou tilts their head, confused.
He gently pats there head. "Little God...There is an old saying in my family… Thou who art Undead, art chosen… In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords… When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know.."
Your hand passes through Suhou’s head, feeling as though you sank it into a basin of warm water. Where and what is this bell? They ask.
"I am not sure...just a saying from my family..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning. I feel like crap so don't expect too much of me*
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
*what’s up?*
Suhou slinks over toward the man, and inspects his form worriedly.
*Just too much going on in my brain*
"…Oh, you…You’re no Hollow, eh?" he says, weakly
*I know the feeling. But things will get better*
The little god nuzzles up against the man, a healing mist settling over him that heals 28 hit points of damage.
*Yeah...maybe...8
the wounds do not close. "I’m done for, I’m afraid… I’ll die soon, then lose my sanity…"
*They will.*
Suhou tilts their head, confused.
He gently pats there head. "Little God...There is an old saying in my family… Thou who art Undead, art chosen… In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords… When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know.."
Your hand passes through Suhou’s head, feeling as though you sank it into a basin of warm water. Where and what is this bell? They ask.
"I am not sure...just a saying from my family..."
Is there anything I can do to help you?
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
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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
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*-pat pat- There there*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The game wants me to cry.*
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
*It wasn't the original idea, and it still technically isn't, but its definitely close. Whenever I think delinquent, I think Metal Bat, Magna, or Jotaro.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wanna rp to take your mind offa it?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Let me save and pause.*
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
*oki. Imma just place my characters here for ya*
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Your hand passes through Suhou’s head, feeling as though you sank it into a basin of warm water. Where and what is this bell? They ask.
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.
(I AM BACK!!! also yeah we are screwed)
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"I am not sure...just a saying from my family..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thank god for NEXPO or my brain would be killing me right now.*
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
Is there anything I can do to help you?
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I do not know." he says, trying to pull the spear free from his gut
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He is a gentleman.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Love his videos and his voice is calming.*
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
(who is nexpo and I'm willing to bet there will be a lot of people emigrating from the country in the next few months)
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning madam Yvonne. I have a big roster to choose from today*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
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