He grumbles before the clouds begin to separate and the lightning leaves his eyes. The teen's body falling soft to the ground, unconscious.
The troopers drag him inside the base, putting him into a dampening containment cell with a laser shielding door.
*Well isn't this an interesting situation.*
Once he wakes up he looks around confused, a panicked look on his face. He walks as close as he can to the door without hurting himself "Hey! What happened?"
Two troopers stand guard outside, standing in a quiet vigil.
He turns to them "Hey. Can either of you explain how I got here? Last I remember I was outside flying on my cloud."
"Just shut up." one says. "You'll get what you asked for soon."
He tilts his head "What did I ask for? I don't even remember being here?"
"You wanted to meet our leader."
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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.
He grumbles before the clouds begin to separate and the lightning leaves his eyes. The teen's body falling soft to the ground, unconscious.
The troopers drag him inside the base, putting him into a dampening containment cell with a laser shielding door.
*Well isn't this an interesting situation.*
Once he wakes up he looks around confused, a panicked look on his face. He walks as close as he can to the door without hurting himself "Hey! What happened?"
Two troopers stand guard outside, standing in a quiet vigil.
He turns to them "Hey. Can either of you explain how I got here? Last I remember I was outside flying on my cloud."
"Just shut up." one says. "You'll get what you asked for soon."
He tilts his head "What did I ask for? I don't even remember being here?"
"You wanted to meet our leader."
He holds his head in his hands "I didn't. Did I seem more... intimidating when I asked?"
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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.'
*I have observed Mouthwashing, and shall graft concepts from it onto Hyacinthe.*
*Steam keeps recommending it to me. I love the PS1 style and the whole vibe but I have too many games I’m playing right now so I don’t think I’ll check it out until I’ve finished some other stuff*
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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.
"No wonder so much of our stuff is missing." the trooper snarls. "This is Imperial Territory. Unless you have a good and valid reason to be here, you can leave."
“Imperial?” She tilts her head.
"Correct."
“No no I mean what does that mean.”
He hands her a flyer. It explains the Imperial Army and its might.
Loriche studies it carefully for several minutes. “So I still can’t read, then.”
"You cant read..?"
“Nope.”
"Huh...weird.."
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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.
Accompanying the Stormtroopers is a striking new character. He resembles a tabaxi, yet he firmly distances himself from that lineage. His fur, a rich shade of gold, gleams under the light, contrasting beautifully with his penetrating emerald eyes, which are adorned with dramatic black eye makeup that enhances their intensity. Draped elegantly around him are long robes that shimmer in green and gold threads, flowing like liquid sunlight. A bright red sash, emblazoned with the empire's sigil, wraps around his waist. At his side, a lightsaber rests in a holster, its sleek black handle etched with enigmatic runes.
Accompanying the Stormtroopers is a striking new character. He resembles a tabaxi, yet he firmly distances himself from that lineage. His fur, a rich shade of gold, gleams under the light, contrasting beautifully with his penetrating emerald eyes, which are adorned with dramatic black eye makeup that enhances their intensity. Draped elegantly around him are long robes that shimmer in green and gold threads, flowing like liquid sunlight. A bright red sash, emblazoned with the empire's sigil, wraps around his waist. At his side, a lightsaber rests in a holster, its sleek black handle etched with enigmatic runes.
One of the troopers approaches them. "Sir. The base is functional. Power has been restored and we are currently eliminating flora and fauna infecting the base."
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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.
"No wonder so much of our stuff is missing." the trooper snarls. "This is Imperial Territory. Unless you have a good and valid reason to be here, you can leave."
“Imperial?” She tilts her head.
"Correct."
“No no I mean what does that mean.”
He hands her a flyer. It explains the Imperial Army and its might.
Loriche studies it carefully for several minutes. “So I still can’t read, then.”
"You cant read..?"
“Nope.”
"Huh...weird.."
“I’m 934 and I never needed to know how once. It’s not that weird.”
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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.
Accompanying the Stormtroopers is a striking new character. He resembles a tabaxi, yet he firmly distances himself from that lineage. His fur, a rich shade of gold, gleams under the light, contrasting beautifully with his penetrating emerald eyes, which are adorned with dramatic black eye makeup that enhances their intensity. Draped elegantly around him are long robes that shimmer in green and gold threads, flowing like liquid sunlight. A bright red sash, emblazoned with the empire's sigil, wraps around his waist. At his side, a lightsaber rests in a holster, its sleek black handle etched with enigmatic runes.
One of the troopers approaches them. "Sir. The base is functional. Power has been restored and we are currently eliminating flora and fauna infecting the base."
He nods, his expression stony "Good. Eliminate any... inhabitants that threaten the building process."
Accompanying the Stormtroopers is a striking new character. He resembles a tabaxi, yet he firmly distances himself from that lineage. His fur, a rich shade of gold, gleams under the light, contrasting beautifully with his penetrating emerald eyes, which are adorned with dramatic black eye makeup that enhances their intensity. Draped elegantly around him are long robes that shimmer in green and gold threads, flowing like liquid sunlight. A bright red sash, emblazoned with the empire's sigil, wraps around his waist. At his side, a lightsaber rests in a holster, its sleek black handle etched with enigmatic runes.
One of the troopers approaches them. "Sir. The base is functional. Power has been restored and we are currently eliminating flora and fauna infecting the base."
He nods, his expression stony "Good. Eliminate any... inhabitants that threaten the building process."
"Understood." the trooper turns. "By the way. The General is waiting for you at the top floor."
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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.
"You wanted to meet our leader."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I have observed Mouthwashing, and shall graft concepts from it onto Hyacinthe.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Thanks, I try to write interesting stories. Anyway, want to start a new rp?*
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 holds his head in his hands "I didn't. Did I seem more... intimidating when I asked?"
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.)
*That's fun, making Hyacinthe more interesting one step at a time.*
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.)
"Yes." the trooper says. After a half hour the cell door opens as they put cuffs on his hands. "Walk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Steam keeps recommending it to me. I love the PS1 style and the whole vibe but I have too many games I’m playing right now so I don’t think I’ll check it out until I’ve finished some other stuff*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Huh...weird.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Accompanying the Stormtroopers is a striking new character. He resembles a tabaxi, yet he firmly distances himself from that lineage. His fur, a rich shade of gold, gleams under the light, contrasting beautifully with his penetrating emerald eyes, which are adorned with dramatic black eye makeup that enhances their intensity. Draped elegantly around him are long robes that shimmer in green and gold threads, flowing like liquid sunlight. A bright red sash, emblazoned with the empire's sigil, wraps around his waist. At his side, a lightsaber rests in a holster, its sleek black handle etched with enigmatic runes.
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
One of the troopers approaches them. "Sir. The base is functional. Power has been restored and we are currently eliminating flora and fauna infecting the base."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*From what I've seen of the game, it looks really cool! I look forward to seeing what you come up with for Hyacinthe!*
*Hello again, friend! How have you been?*
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)
“I’m 934 and I never needed to know how once. It’s not that weird.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods, his expression stony "Good. Eliminate any... inhabitants that threaten the building process."
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
"We are a peacekeeping force."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He seems much more timid, doing what they say without protest "Sorry for whatever I did before. I wasn't in control then."
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.)
"Understood." the trooper turns. "By the way. The General is waiting for you at the top floor."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The starts walking him towards the elevators. "Shut it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She laughs. “Good luck with that.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Want anyone in particular?*
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.)