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)
*I'm down. I think that arc is going like nowhere anyway*
*kay*
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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)
A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
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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)
She rolls her eyes "Perhaps. If so, they need to take a chill pill."
He starts making his way back towards the tavern "seems like most of the time they stay in the forest so it could just be guarding something"
"You know them?" Her teeth get sharp somehow, her eye glowing.
"I meant the drones. I don't know who controls them"
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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
Dys stands up and walks over. "That was quite impressive. May I ask the purpose of such a culling? It seemed rather painful for the spirits."
The biggest amongst them, the one wearing the burlap sack, walks over slowly. "Forgive us, it is out job. We do not wish to hurt them but the tools we were given were the most effective and the least painful." He explained.
He nods. "As a demon, souls are my specialty. I'd like to know the nature of your job, and how it relates to mine. If you're allowed to tell me, that is."
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
Loriche has reached the edge of the woods, still holding several signs under her arm, and watches this spectacle with awe.
Riotan is severely tripping in an alleyway, thrashing about with little external awareness at the moment, as he’s been doing for seven hours or so by now.
They work efficiently, making a clicking noise amongst each other.
Stroth raises a brow, walking over, her cane tapping against the sidewalk. They crouch down, picking them up and grinning.
Loriche kinda shrinks back, realizing that as an undead, she might be a target.
“Nnnnngggghhhhh…” Riotan pushes against her face, and then his face splits into an inexplicable grin, his tongue flicking out rapidly. “That smell… you must really be a terrible person, mustn’t you?”
They don't seem to notice her, and if they do, they do not seem to care. One even waves to her before turning back to the rest.
Stroth grins and nods "Unfortunately that is card I have been dealt by fate. Don't worry, I won't do anything nefarious to you."
*back from dinner*
Intrigue overwhelming caution, Loriche approaches the soul ranchers. “Hey, what are you guys up to?”
“Oh, if I thought you were a danger to me or my body, you probably wouldn’t have any of your skin right now. Or your brain. Or the rest of you. Or your soul. I’m not helpless, even if I am completely out of it right now.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She rolls her eyes "Perhaps. If so, they need to take a chill pill."
He starts making his way back towards the tavern "seems like most of the time they stay in the forest so it could just be guarding something"
"You know them?" Her teeth get sharp somehow, her eye glowing.
"I meant the drones. I don't know who controls them"
She narrows her eyes, the pupils becoming slits.
"what?"
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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
A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
*How to play this?... Caring mother like figure? Orrr.... absolute ahole?*
*idk man. She has a dad and a secret, so*
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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)
Dys stands up and walks over. "That was quite impressive. May I ask the purpose of such a culling? It seemed rather painful for the spirits."
The biggest amongst them, the one wearing the burlap sack, walks over slowly. "Forgive us, it is out job. We do not wish to hurt them but the tools we were given were the most effective and the least painful." He explained.
He nods. "As a demon, souls are my specialty. I'd like to know the nature of your job, and how it relates to mine. If you're allowed to tell me, that is."
They look nervous for a moment, fiddling with their weapons but not in a way that they want to attack him. The one in the owl mask shakes it's head to the big guy. The big guy looks at them and then turns to Dys "I am sorry.. I cannot divulge that information..."
A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
Saphuno, who had been sitting on a bench outside, realizes the girl is playing nearby, so she quickly extinguishes her cigarette, flushing.
the girl doesn't seem to be affected by the smoke, continuing to slay fake bad guys with a stick
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)
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
Loriche has reached the edge of the woods, still holding several signs under her arm, and watches this spectacle with awe.
Riotan is severely tripping in an alleyway, thrashing about with little external awareness at the moment, as he’s been doing for seven hours or so by now.
They work efficiently, making a clicking noise amongst each other.
Stroth raises a brow, walking over, her cane tapping against the sidewalk. They crouch down, picking them up and grinning.
Loriche kinda shrinks back, realizing that as an undead, she might be a target.
“Nnnnngggghhhhh…” Riotan pushes against her face, and then his face splits into an inexplicable grin, his tongue flicking out rapidly. “That smell… you must really be a terrible person, mustn’t you?”
They don't seem to notice her, and if they do, they do not seem to care. One even waves to her before turning back to the rest.
Stroth grins and nods "Unfortunately that is card I have been dealt by fate. Don't worry, I won't do anything nefarious to you."
*back from dinner*
Intrigue overwhelming caution, Loriche approaches the soul ranchers. “Hey, what are you guys up to?”
“Oh, if I thought you were a danger to me or my body, you probably wouldn’t have any of your skin right now. Or your brain. Or the rest of you. Or your soul. I’m not helpless, even if I am completely out of it right now.”
The one with the burlap mask walks over, coiling up his whip "We are returning the souls back to their rightful places." He says.
She chuckles and sets him down on a bench "Oh hush up, don't threaten me with a good time unless you can provide it." She grins.
"You know them?" Her teeth get sharp somehow, her eye glowing.
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 want to use my other char tho*
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)
*kay*
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)
A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
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)
"I meant the drones. I don't know who controls them"
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
He nods. "As a demon, souls are my specialty. I'd like to know the nature of your job, and how it relates to mine. If you're allowed to tell me, that is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She narrows her eyes, the pupils becoming slits.
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
*back from dinner*
Intrigue overwhelming caution, Loriche approaches the soul ranchers. “Hey, what are you guys up to?”
“Oh, if I thought you were a danger to me or my body, you probably wouldn’t have any of your skin right now. Or your brain. Or the rest of you. Or your soul. I’m not helpless, even if I am completely out of it right now.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"what?"
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
*idk man. She has a dad and a secret, so*
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 btw salem you wanna rp*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They look nervous for a moment, fiddling with their weapons but not in a way that they want to attack him. The one in the owl mask shakes it's head to the big guy. The big guy looks at them and then turns to Dys "I am sorry.. I cannot divulge that information..."
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
the girl doesn't seem to be affected by the smoke, continuing to slay fake bad guys with a stick
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)
*rad, here’s the other folks*
Thirteen is in an armchair, sipping tea and petting his cat.
Mauric is monologuing to himself on the roof, seemingly psyching himself up to something.
Klei is pretty infected by now.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The one with the burlap mask walks over, coiling up his whip "We are returning the souls back to their rightful places." He says.
She chuckles and sets him down on a bench "Oh hush up, don't threaten me with a good time unless you can provide it." She grins.
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