Archon’s containment unit is littered with molted feathers. Bones and golden ichor stain the floor. In the corner is a cocoon-like object made of rotting flesh.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
'Who are you calling? I did not know prisoners were allowed calls'
“Oh, I was just calling a friend of mine from Washington. Nice guy. And we’re not technically prisoners. They just do this cause some of the ‘SCPs are dangerous’.”
A guard comes to Archon's cell door. 'We have been considering adding another prisoner to your cell, but you must not eat him. Can we trust you?'
The guard is met with silence. There is no movement in the cell.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prisoner lands with a hard clang against the reinforced metal floor. The containment unit itself is relatively large- it is cubical in shape big enough for a creature around the size of a rhinoceros to move around comfortably. Gougemarks cover parts of the walls, but in a way that sort of resembles a form of art. Carvings of mountains and lions and pillared buildings coat the left wall. The front of the containment unit is made fully of glass, except for the door which is steel.
The room smells of olives and sweet nectar, contrasting its ghastly appearance. The floor is littered with large white feathers, as if a bird the size of a hippopotamus has started to molt. A few stains of a thick, golden substance splatter across the ground. Looking up, hanging from the ceiling are several skeletons being held up by a web of their own intestines. In the corner is an almost egg-like cocoon shape with a coating of a translucent membrane.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Jacob the Keradid is in a corner painting and talking on the phone. “And I asked ‘do I look like a costume’ and he responded with ‘actually, yes’.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
'Hello there'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
They look up from their portrait and smiles. “I’ll call you back. *hangs up phone* Hi. How are you doing?”
*is this the farlander*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Yes*
'Who are you calling? I did not know prisoners were allowed calls'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Archon’s containment unit is littered with molted feathers. Bones and golden ichor stain the floor. In the corner is a cocoon-like object made of rotting flesh.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A guard comes to Archon's cell door. 'We have been considering adding another prisoner to your cell, but you must not eat him. Can we trust you?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Oh, I was just calling a friend of mine from Washington. Nice guy. And we’re not technically prisoners. They just do this cause some of the ‘SCPs are dangerous’.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
'Interesting. You have friends?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The guard is met with silence. There is no movement in the cell.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
'Archon? You think we can trust you not to eat him?' He shrugs. 'Archon, you not there? Cell's empty then' he chucks in a prisoner
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Lots. People are really friendly.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
'Perhaps they are. I don't speak to people often, and only to give important messages'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(Hello)
*Heyyy!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The prisoner lands with a hard clang against the reinforced metal floor. The containment unit itself is relatively large- it is cubical in shape big enough for a creature around the size of a rhinoceros to move around comfortably. Gougemarks cover parts of the walls, but in a way that sort of resembles a form of art. Carvings of mountains and lions and pillared buildings coat the left wall. The front of the containment unit is made fully of glass, except for the door which is steel.
The room smells of olives and sweet nectar, contrasting its ghastly appearance. The floor is littered with large white feathers, as if a bird the size of a hippopotamus has started to molt. A few stains of a thick, golden substance splatter across the ground. Looking up, hanging from the ceiling are several skeletons being held up by a web of their own intestines. In the corner is an almost egg-like cocoon shape with a coating of a translucent membrane.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
(How are you)
The prisoner stands up. 'Nice pad you got here, Archon.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
There’s no response. It’s eerily silent.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Mike walks in with his cleaning supplies