Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"What do you mean?" He asks
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
"I used to help my sibling make food. Besides, it's just simple crystal carving" He smiles
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
(can I get your opinion on something when you have the time?)
Isaac walks into the clearing "what happened here?"
(Sure, what's up?)
"Just testing a little something" He says with a smile
(I'll send it over to you)
"what was it?"
(Oki)
"Hmmm, a test of strength." He says simply
(sent)
"was it successful?"
"I would say so." He nods
"What were you testing the strength of if I may ask?"
He sighs, snapping his fingers and conjuring a small orb of fire, about the size of a baseball, "Something like this"
"so you're testing your reserves then"
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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
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"What do you mean?" He asks
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
"I used to help my sibling make food. Besides, it's just simple crystal carving" He smiles
"The knife can cut the crystal?" she seems intriqued
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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)
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
He takes the vials of grey spice. He then opens one and puts it to his mouth, eating the entire vial in one go. He then closes it back as the pain fades slightly, although his flesh remains weak, waiting for the effects to truly kick in.
Very quickly, he finds that he feels nothing. No unpleasant physical sensation whatsoever. When all you can feel is pleasure, does it count as bliss, or does something have to be inducing that pleasure? Regardless he feels the breeze and hears the birds and the rustling of leaves and there is no such thing as pain. he can barely remember what it's like to be burned. "High tolerance. But a couple grams more and you'll never feel anything again, so if you're going to down it by vial I would suggest you wait until the effects fully wear off."
He takes the armor, placing it back onto his body. As he does so they can see some of his flesh has practically melted into the armor permanently, occasionally taking off chunks of flesh from his charred skin, tears falling down his face "This. This is a blessing." He finally focuses on the world around him, truly serene, at peace with the world around him. For a moment his malice fades away, only a perfect enlightenment left behind as he begins to mediate.
When he opens his eyes again, whenever that happens, Cathan is gone. No tracks. Nothing to indicate where he's been. Other than the plucked pepper plants and the spices Shedder has, there is no evidence he was even here.
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
He takes the vials of grey spice. He then opens one and puts it to his mouth, eating the entire vial in one go. He then closes it back as the pain fades slightly, although his flesh remains weak, waiting for the effects to truly kick in.
Very quickly, he finds that he feels nothing. No unpleasant physical sensation whatsoever. When all you can feel is pleasure, does it count as bliss, or does something have to be inducing that pleasure? Regardless he feels the breeze and hears the birds and the rustling of leaves and there is no such thing as pain. he can barely remember what it's like to be burned. "High tolerance. But a couple grams more and you'll never feel anything again, so if you're going to down it by vial I would suggest you wait until the effects fully wear off."
He takes the armor, placing it back onto his body. As he does so they can see some of his flesh has practically melted into the armor permanently, occasionally taking off chunks of flesh from his charred skin, tears falling down his face "This. This is a blessing." He finally focuses on the world around him, truly serene, at peace with the world around him. For a moment his malice fades away, only a perfect enlightenment left behind as he begins to mediate.
When he opens his eyes again, whenever that happens, Cathan is gone. No tracks. Nothing to indicate where he's been. Other than the plucked pepper plants and the spices Shedder has, there is no evidence he was even here.
*i gtg in about 10 minutes*
*I gtg soon too.*
Shredder doesn't look for them, knowing he will find them when he needs them or when they need him.
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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.'
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"What do you mean?" He asks
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
"I used to help my sibling make food. Besides, it's just simple crystal carving" He smiles
"The knife can cut the crystal?" she seems intriqued
"Its made of a similar material I think? Or the crystal is soft. Kinda like salt"
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"What do you mean?" He asks
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
"I used to help my sibling make food. Besides, it's just simple crystal carving" He smiles
"The knife can cut the crystal?" she seems intriqued
"Its made of a similar material I think? Or the crystal is soft. Kinda like salt"
"fascinating." she says "May i?" she holds out her hand to receive the crystal
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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)
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"What do you mean?" He asks
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
"I used to help my sibling make food. Besides, it's just simple crystal carving" He smiles
"The knife can cut the crystal?" she seems intriqued
"Its made of a similar material I think? Or the crystal is soft. Kinda like salt"
"fascinating." she says "May i?" she holds out her hand to receive the crystal
He nods, setting the small blue crystal in her hand
*cut for alaric* She holds it up to the light, turning it over between her fingers. After a little while, she hands it back to him. "I think I've seen it before in my master's tower"
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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)
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
*oops, pardon me* She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
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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)
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
*oops, pardon me* She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
Eventually he moves from his spot, going inside to grab a drink before coming back out with it, drinking it with his helm still on.
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
*oops, pardon me* She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
Eventually he moves from his spot, going inside to grab a drink before coming back out with it, drinking it with his helm still on.
Frustratedly, she rubs a misplaced line of charcoal into oblivion with her thumb
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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)
*cut for alaric* She holds it up to the light, turning it over between her fingers. After a little while, she hands it back to him. "I think I've seen it before in my master's tower"
*cut for alaric* She holds it up to the light, turning it over between her fingers. After a little while, she hands it back to him. "I think I've seen it before in my master's tower"
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, it's a crystal. I forgot its name, something poetic and flowery I think. Supposedly it's very easy to enchant given its pourus structure"
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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)
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
*oops, pardon me* She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
Eventually he moves from his spot, going inside to grab a drink before coming back out with it, drinking it with his helm still on.
Frustratedly, she rubs a misplaced line of charcoal into oblivion with her thumb
He looks to the artist, watching them silently while drinking, not commenting on all of this. His eyes having a slight bit of enjoyment in them.
*cut for alaric* She holds it up to the light, turning it over between her fingers. After a little while, she hands it back to him. "I think I've seen it before in my master's tower"
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, it's a crystal. I forgot its name, something poetic and flowery I think. Supposedly it's very easy to enchant given its pourus structure"
"Oh, interesting" He smiles, taking the crystal back, contonueing to carve it into a ball
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
*cut for alaric* She holds it up to the light, turning it over between her fingers. After a little while, she hands it back to him. "I think I've seen it before in my master's tower"
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, it's a crystal. I forgot its name, something poetic and flowery I think. Supposedly it's very easy to enchant given its pourus structure"
"Oh, interesting" He smiles, taking the crystal back, contonueing to carve it into a ball
"You're good at that"
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"I used to help my sibling make food. Besides, it's just simple crystal carving" He smiles
"so you're testing your reserves then"
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 knife can cut the crystal?" she seems intriqued
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)
When he opens his eyes again, whenever that happens, Cathan is gone. No tracks. Nothing to indicate where he's been. Other than the plucked pepper plants and the spices Shedder has, there is no evidence he was even here.
*i gtg in about 10 minutes*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I gtg soon too.*
Shredder doesn't look for them, knowing he will find them when he needs them or when they need him.
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.)
"Of sorts."
"Its made of a similar material I think? Or the crystal is soft. Kinda like salt"
"fascinating." she says "May i?" she holds out her hand to receive the crystal
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 nods, setting the small blue crystal in her hand
*cut for alaric*
She holds it up to the light, turning it over between her fingers. After a little while, she hands it back to him. "I think I've seen it before in my master's tower"
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)
*oops, pardon me*
She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
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)
Eventually he moves from his spot, going inside to grab a drink before coming back out with it, drinking it with his helm still on.
Frustratedly, she rubs a misplaced line of charcoal into oblivion with her thumb
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)
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, it's a crystal. I forgot its name, something poetic and flowery I think. Supposedly it's very easy to enchant given its pourus structure"
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 to the artist, watching them silently while drinking, not commenting on all of this. His eyes having a slight bit of enjoyment in them.
"Oh, interesting" He smiles, taking the crystal back, contonueing to carve it into a ball
(is anyone on?)
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
"You're good at that"
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)