"i...i cant let you die. T-take some of it back..."
”Refusing gifts is typically considered rude, Soldier.” It chuffs, almost a half hearted attempt at humor. Its feathers ruffle.
"i will stab myself with your tail so you will take it back...."
“Do not act rashly.” It folds its tail and talons under itself, like a cat when loafing. “I will survive this. The Doctor will patch us both up. It is not necessary that we both perish here.” Archon moves its head so that it is making eye contact with Thomas. “Perhaps you are right in that all life has value. Convince me.”
"everything deserves a chance to grow..."
“Even a beast like me, Soldier?”
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"i...i cant let you die. T-take some of it back..."
”Refusing gifts is typically considered rude, Soldier.” It chuffs, almost a half hearted attempt at humor. Its feathers ruffle.
"i will stab myself with your tail so you will take it back...."
“Do not act rashly.” It folds its tail and talons under itself, like a cat when loafing. “I will survive this. The Doctor will patch us both up. It is not necessary that we both perish here.” Archon moves its head so that it is making eye contact with Thomas. “Perhaps you are right in that all life has value. Convince me.”
It thwacks him lightly over the head with its tail. “I am NOT a dog!”
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Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
The soldier, as part of the task force, prepares his prototype weapon. The weapon, a .75 caliber hollow point missile assisted assault rifle, is currently tied biometrically to his own DNA signature, making it near impossible for anyone else to wield
Jed looks over and nods "Morning soldier!" He says and bows his head.
“Even a beast like me, Soldier?”
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"Even you puppy...."
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It thwacks him lightly over the head with its tail. “I am NOT a dog!”
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"Hehe. You let doc call ya that though." he says, laying down in Archons neck fluff
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*Good morning everyone :)*
*I am moblie at the moment but when I get my laptop, I will produce what my characters are doing.*
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
*mornin. ill be on fully in a few hours lol. Im on day 2 of like, zero sleep*
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*YOU. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SLEEP RIGHT THIS INSTANT. YOU NEED IT*
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 gotta go to school tho sooooooooo*
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*I will roundhouse kick you into the sun if you do not take the time to sleep 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
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
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
*Site 72 Vaults is now up!: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/172073-site-72-archive-vault *
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
*Cant. gotta go catch the bus*
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*SLEEP ON THE BUS*
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
Anasta was standing in the elevator that was currently heading up from the very sub-basement level. She was dressed in a wine-colored blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and a pair of wedge black heels. Her badge was pinned on her blouse and read her credentials “Level 4 Researcher Anasta Matteo” in black letters. In her arms was her clipboard, on that clipboard was papers and a pen.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival on her floor. She looked up at the number and sighed, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before stepping out and starting down the hallway.
Jedidiah is quickly patrolling the hallways, his eyes keep darting at every camera, every vent grate, every possibly hiding place for 035 and its… accomplice. Jed was trying to put together every scenario inside his head and think of every little thing that could happen. He had taken charge in the task force to hunt down the SCP and its friend, now having a measurable amount of pressure on his shoulders due to his choice.
035 was sitting in the vents, watching people pass by. It flipped the bowie-knife it stole between its fingers and counted to itself in every language possible until it got to a hundred each time. The acidic ooze had stained its orange jumpsuit considerably to the point the cloth was tearing shreds. The mask was in the expression of a smile as it restarted its count to itself in Spanish.
After it got to a hundred this time, it jumped out, quieter than an owl, and grabbed a guard before the man had time to even process he was being pulled back into the darkness of the vent. 035 quickly shut him up with a twist of the neck and transferred the mask on to the new body.
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
Jed looks over and nods "Morning soldier!" He says and bows his head.
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
"Pleasure too meet ya mate." He said and smiled behind his baclava. "Today is gonna be stressful so i hope yer ready."
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
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