The angel is taking care of various woodland animals that were injured in the wildfire.
Oswald has several cannons aimed at the charred treeline.
Isaac inspects the cannons
They are arcanomagnetically empowered, meaning they are closer to magic coilguns than actual cannons. Oswald watches Isaac from quite a distance, but his gaze is as oppressive as it would be if he were leaning over Isaac's shoulder.
He looks around to see what the cannons are aimed at
They don't seem to be aimed at anything, just ready to fire at something in the forest should it emerge.
He pulls out a small journal and begins to make a sketch of one
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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 angel is taking care of various woodland animals that were injured in the wildfire.
Oswald has several cannons aimed at the charred treeline.
A extremely fit otterfolk with freckle like spots runs towards Oswald at high speeds, only slowing down once they get within shooting range "hi boss! Sorry I took so long, I didn't miss all the action did I?"
She's wearing a Pirate hat with a red feather sticking out of it and a rusted iron tie bar with three otyugh eye patterns stamped in it is clipped onto the edge of the hat. She also wears a white ruffly shirt with a hole cut into the back to show off a black skull and crossbones magically dyed into her fur she also a red skirt that reaches her mid thigh. her leather gloves and boots all have an odd clear half sphere crystal on them
He looks around to see what the cannons are aimed at
They don't seem to be aimed at anything, just ready to fire at something in the forest should it emerge.
He pulls out a small journal and begins to make a sketch of one
He hears the squeak of a PA system turning on. "You know, those are copyrighted by Groupercorp. You can't use the firing mechanism in your own designs. At least, not if you want to profit off of them."
The speckled rabbitfolk in the blue coat sits in the tavern holding a sign that reads "wishes granted"
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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)
He looks around to see what the cannons are aimed at
They don't seem to be aimed at anything, just ready to fire at something in the forest should it emerge.
He pulls out a small journal and begins to make a sketch of one
He hears the squeak of a PA system turning on. "You know, those are copyrighted by Groupercorp. You can't use the firing mechanism in your own designs. At least, not if you want to profit off of them."
"Can you hear me?"
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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 angel is taking care of various woodland animals that were injured in the wildfire.
Oswald has several cannons aimed at the charred treeline.
A extremely fit otterfolk with freckle like spots runs towards Oswald at high speeds, only slowing down once they get within shooting range "hi boss! Sorry I took so long, I didn't miss all the action did I?"
She's wearing a Pirate hat with a red feather sticking out of it and a rusted iron tie bar with three otyugh eye patterns stamped in it is clipped onto the edge of the hat. She also wears a white ruffly shirt with a hole cut into the back to show off a black skull and crossbones magically dyed into her fur she also a red skirt that reaches her mid thigh. her leather gloves and boots all have an odd clear half sphere crystal on them
Oswald rubs the bridge of his nose. "You did. But we've got another threat, so circumstances seem to have smiled upon your wallet at least."
He looks around to see what the cannons are aimed at
They don't seem to be aimed at anything, just ready to fire at something in the forest should it emerge.
He pulls out a small journal and begins to make a sketch of one
He hears the squeak of a PA system turning on. "You know, those are copyrighted by Groupercorp. You can't use the firing mechanism in your own designs. At least, not if you want to profit off of them."
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes. The cannons have microphones in them. Normally they would react to sound, but I'm commandeering them so we can talk."
He looks around to see what the cannons are aimed at
They don't seem to be aimed at anything, just ready to fire at something in the forest should it emerge.
He pulls out a small journal and begins to make a sketch of one
He hears the squeak of a PA system turning on. "You know, those are copyrighted by Groupercorp. You can't use the firing mechanism in your own designs. At least, not if you want to profit off of them."
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes. The cannons have microphones in them. Normally they would react to sound, but I'm commandeering them so we can talk."
"My interest is in what powers these cannons. I do not intend to replicate your designs"
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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 angel is taking care of various woodland animals that were injured in the wildfire.
Oswald has several cannons aimed at the charred treeline.
A extremely fit otterfolk with freckle like spots runs towards Oswald at high speeds, only slowing down once they get within shooting range "hi boss! Sorry I took so long, I didn't miss all the action did I?"
She's wearing a Pirate hat with a red feather sticking out of it and a rusted iron tie bar with three otyugh eye patterns stamped in it is clipped onto the edge of the hat. She also wears a white ruffly shirt with a hole cut into the back to show off a black skull and crossbones magically dyed into her fur she also a red skirt that reaches her mid thigh. her leather gloves and boots all have an odd clear half sphere crystal on them
Oswald rubs the bridge of his nose. "You did. But we've got another threat, so circumstances seem to have smiled upon your wallet at least."
"Oh! Well that's convenient! So what's the problem?"
"Yes. The cannons have microphones in them. Normally they would react to sound, but I'm commandeering them so we can talk."
"My interest is in what powers these cannons. I do not intend to replicate your designs"
"Heavily processed and adulterated oils from Chorus Whales. The specific alchemical mix is proprietary, but I can tell you that much. The combustion releases magical energy, which is used to power the coils."
Oswald rubs the bridge of his nose. "You did. But we've got another threat, so circumstances seem to have smiled upon your wallet at least."
"Oh! Well that's convenient! So what's the problem?"
"Some embodiment of death and corrosion or some (GP) lives in the forest and has been harming my new partner. I need it executed with extreme prejudice."
Oswald rubs the bridge of his nose. "You did. But we've got another threat, so circumstances seem to have smiled upon your wallet at least."
"Oh! Well that's convenient! So what's the problem?"
"Some embodiment of death and corrosion or some (GP) lives in the forest and has been harming my new partner. I need it executed with extreme prejudice."
Olive gasps "aww you got a partner? I'm so happy for y- wait embodiment of death?...well that's a new one... But it's probably nothing we can't handle with the proper preparation!" She says, quickly becoming confident again.
Oswald rubs the bridge of his nose. "You did. But we've got another threat, so circumstances seem to have smiled upon your wallet at least."
"Oh! Well that's convenient! So what's the problem?"
"Some embodiment of death and corrosion or some (GP) lives in the forest and has been harming my new partner. I need it executed with extreme prejudice."
Olive gasps "aww you got a partner? I'm so happy for y- wait embodiment of death?...well that's a new one... But it's probably nothing we can't handle with the proper preparation!" She says, quickly becoming confident again.
"Exactly. Unfortunately, we don't know anything about this threat. You are quick and quiet, and I need someone like that for now. We should expect corrosion and necrosis, so I prepared you some resistance potions. Next time we see the (GP)er, hunt it. Hound it. Find where it lives. Kill its entire family if you want. How you get the job done is none of my concern. What matters is that the job gets done with minimal casualties. If a tree falls in the forest and you're around to hear it, I'm holding you accountable. Understand?"
He pulls out a small journal and begins to make a sketch of one
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
A extremely fit otterfolk with freckle like spots runs towards Oswald at high speeds, only slowing down once they get within shooting range "hi boss! Sorry I took so long, I didn't miss all the action did I?"
She's wearing a Pirate hat with a red feather sticking out of it and a rusted iron tie bar with three otyugh eye patterns stamped in it is clipped onto the edge of the hat. She also wears a white ruffly shirt with a hole cut into the back to show off a black skull and crossbones magically dyed into her fur she also a red skirt that reaches her mid thigh. her leather gloves and boots all have an odd clear half sphere crystal on them
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
He hears the squeak of a PA system turning on. "You know, those are copyrighted by Groupercorp. You can't use the firing mechanism in your own designs. At least, not if you want to profit off of them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey viper! How have you been?*
The speckled rabbitfolk in the blue coat sits in the tavern holding a sign that reads "wishes granted"
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)
"Can you hear me?"
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 doing good! A tiny bit bored and stressed but otherwise I'm pretty great*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Nice! I hope school is going well :D*
Oswald rubs the bridge of his nose. "You did. But we've got another threat, so circumstances seem to have smiled upon your wallet at least."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes. The cannons have microphones in them. Normally they would react to sound, but I'm commandeering them so we can talk."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My interest is in what powers these cannons. I do not intend to replicate your designs"
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
"Oh! Well that's convenient! So what's the problem?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Heavily processed and adulterated oils from Chorus Whales. The specific alchemical mix is proprietary, but I can tell you that much. The combustion releases magical energy, which is used to power the coils."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Some embodiment of death and corrosion or some (GP) lives in the forest and has been harming my new partner. I need it executed with extreme prejudice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Olive gasps "aww you got a partner? I'm so happy for y- wait embodiment of death?...well that's a new one... But it's probably nothing we can't handle with the proper preparation!" She says, quickly becoming confident again.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Exactly. Unfortunately, we don't know anything about this threat. You are quick and quiet, and I need someone like that for now. We should expect corrosion and necrosis, so I prepared you some resistance potions. Next time we see the (GP)er, hunt it. Hound it. Find where it lives. Kill its entire family if you want. How you get the job done is none of my concern. What matters is that the job gets done with minimal casualties. If a tree falls in the forest and you're around to hear it, I'm holding you accountable. Understand?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*weeeeeeeeeee*
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
*...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*(Bites 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
*(Bites you back)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels