"That would take a miracle, and I only work those when I get something in return. How about that scroll?"
He smiles, trying to play coy. “This scroll . . . the danger it poses to the multiverse is immense. I’m reluctant to part with it. Perhaps you can offer me a secret about yourself, as insurance it won’t be misused. Do you follow?”
"I'll offer you a secret. What would you like to know? Nearly everything about me is secret in some way."
Kezzolan steeples his fingers and thinks. He wasn’t expecting this to be so easy. “I need something dangerous. Something that gives me power.”
After a few moments, he speaks. “Tell me about your miracles. Not how you work them, but why. What’s your endgame? Surely you don’t do them out of a desire to spread joy or love. You want something.”
"I have no endgame. No grand goals. But you are right in one thing: I am no magnanimous being. Kindness is not in my nature. You asked your question. Now, will you give me the scroll, or should I meddle in your affairs freely?"
The door stays firmly shut. It hasn't once attempted to open it.
“Aye, a deal’s a deal. Shame you made one with the world’s finest traitor.” He clicks his fingers and summons a tiny flame, then holds it above the scroll, preparing to set it ablaze.
Bonnie is in a box unconscious, a couple of sciency looking folk discussing what they should do, a high elf women seeming adamant that they return to 'base'
Jubilee has found a shiny and is adding it to her 'hoarde' which is 80% chemical bombs at the moment
*loud clone marching noises*
A few clones come over to the sciency folk. "Whats going on here?"
The elf women smiles, blocking the box from view as she steps forward to greet the clones, "Just some field research, pay us no mind." She says cheerfully, "There's lots of interesting moss around here, did you know that?"
Droidbait walks forward. "Whats in the box? And i'll know if you lie."
"Something I made. However, it is rather dangerous so for obvious reasons I can't show you." She says, seeming exasperated at the situation
"We know what that kid is ma'am. Shes been harmless." Droidbait says, voice hardening.
She lets out a laugh, the sound almost unnatural coming from the women, "It seems you're mistaken officer, what we have with us is a prototype. I have no children afterall." She says,folding her arms
"I use the word kid in a loose sense." he says, motioning behind his back at some clones. They quietly set their weapons to stun
"Fair, it's yrue that you could say my inventions are my 'children'." She smiles, gesturing behind her, "For instance, with a flick of a switch, this prototype could produce enough arcane radiation to both power a town and also ruin thus forest for the next several hundred years." She says, one of her scientists pressing a button. A low hum fills the air and the clone's Geiger counters wirr to life in warning
One of the clones curses. "Sir what do we do?"
Droidbait hesitates. "Stand down.."
"Ah, you folks are reasonable at last." She says with a small smile, "Now, How about you leave us be so we can get my little experiment back where it belongs."
"You shouldn't call living beings experiments." he says with a growl
"Ah, touchy subject isn't it. You are clones afterall."
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
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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.
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
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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.
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
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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.
"That would take a miracle, and I only work those when I get something in return. How about that scroll?"
He smiles, trying to play coy. “This scroll . . . the danger it poses to the multiverse is immense. I’m reluctant to part with it. Perhaps you can offer me a secret about yourself, as insurance it won’t be misused. Do you follow?”
"I'll offer you a secret. What would you like to know? Nearly everything about me is secret in some way."
Kezzolan steeples his fingers and thinks. He wasn’t expecting this to be so easy. “I need something dangerous. Something that gives me power.”
After a few moments, he speaks. “Tell me about your miracles. Not how you work them, but why. What’s your endgame? Surely you don’t do them out of a desire to spread joy or love. You want something.”
"I have no endgame. No grand goals. But you are right in one thing: I am no magnanimous being. Kindness is not in my nature. You asked your question. Now, will you give me the scroll, or should I meddle in your affairs freely?"
The door stays firmly shut. It hasn't once attempted to open it.
“Aye, a deal’s a deal. Shame you made one with the world’s finest traitor.” He clicks his fingers and summons a tiny flame, then holds it above the scroll, preparing to set it ablaze.
The scroll suddenly disappears in a flash of shadow, and all the nothics other than Kezzolan must make Charisma saves or do the same, being teleported to another plane. "I believe you have misinterpreted my nature." The door opens, revealing a lanky, hunched-over figure that stands about as tall as Kezzolan. It wears layers upon layers of dark fabric with ornate patterns woven in silver thread, depicting grasping shadows and buzzing flies. The Taker wears a tall, pointed hat and an elephantine mask, the "trunk" of which curves into its cloak. "Pleasure doing business with you. As you have not held up your end of the bargain, I shall not hold up mine."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
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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.
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
She simply smiles, as the clone carrying the uncincious girl notices his counter wirr slightly, but not as much as when the box was at max output, "Good luck with that. Here, contact me when you want to get rid of the little mess." She tosses one of them a sending stone, before looking back at the scientists, "We got what we wanted. Pack up."
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
She simply smiles, as the clone carrying the uncincious girl notices his counter wirr slightly, but not as much as when the box was at max output, "Good luck with that. Here, contact me when you want to get rid of the little mess." She tosses one of them a sending stone, before looking back at the scientists, "We got what we wanted. Pack up."
Droidbait crushes the stone in his hand. "I dont think you'll be going anywhere." the clones keep their blasters trained on them. "Your being detained and evaluated for usefulness for the New Galactic Empire. if deemed useful, you'll live. If not...well you'll find out."
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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.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
She simply smiles, as the clone carrying the uncincious girl notices his counter wirr slightly, but not as much as when the box was at max output, "Good luck with that. Here, contact me when you want to get rid of the little mess." She tosses one of them a sending stone, before looking back at the scientists, "We got what we wanted. Pack up."
Droidbait crushes the stone in his hand. "I dont think you'll be going anywhere." the clones keep their blasters trained on them. "Your being detained and evaluated for usefulness for the New Galactic Empire. if deemed useful, you'll live. If not...well you'll find out."
She lets out a small laugh, "You are so optimistic aren't you? We still have enough radiation in that box to kill everyone in a hundred foot radius. Well, besides the girl." She says, walking over to her group
“Yes, that was very scientific. How about you show me the things you have collected?”
She digs her hands into her pile and pulls out a handful of gold,silver,bottle caps,and fake jewels
“Interesting. Where did you get this all from?”
"The ground!" She beams
“Really?” People must not be very careful of their valuables around here…” He takes from his back pocket several other gems and metals. “You can have fun messing with these I suppose.”
She giggles manically as she takes the metals and gems
He points to a seemingly mundane rock. “That rock responds to ultraviolet light, so when the sun first comes up in the morning, it’ll glow bright blue.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
She simply smiles, as the clone carrying the uncincious girl notices his counter wirr slightly, but not as much as when the box was at max output, "Good luck with that. Here, contact me when you want to get rid of the little mess." She tosses one of them a sending stone, before looking back at the scientists, "We got what we wanted. Pack up."
Droidbait crushes the stone in his hand. "I dont think you'll be going anywhere." the clones keep their blasters trained on them. "Your being detained and evaluated for usefulness for the New Galactic Empire. if deemed useful, you'll live. If not...well you'll find out."
She lets out a small laugh, "You are so optimistic aren't you? We still have enough radiation in that box to kill everyone in a hundred foot radius. Well, besides the girl." She says, walking over to her group
The commando forces the scientist to his knees and yanks the controller out of his hand
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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.
There is a click at a clone commando puts their blaster to the scientist holding the remotes head. "Turn it off." the commando says. The rest of the clones raise their weapons. "in the name of the New Galactic Empire you are under arrest."
"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
She simply smiles, as the clone carrying the uncincious girl notices his counter wirr slightly, but not as much as when the box was at max output, "Good luck with that. Here, contact me when you want to get rid of the little mess." She tosses one of them a sending stone, before looking back at the scientists, "We got what we wanted. Pack up."
Droidbait crushes the stone in his hand. "I dont think you'll be going anywhere." the clones keep their blasters trained on them. "Your being detained and evaluated for usefulness for the New Galactic Empire. if deemed useful, you'll live. If not...well you'll find out."
She lets out a small laugh, "You are so optimistic aren't you? We still have enough radiation in that box to kill everyone in a hundred foot radius. Well, besides the girl." She says, walking over to her group
"I dont think so." Miria tosses the box to 1 of the clones "you really should have had that bolted down"
“Yes, that was very scientific. How about you show me the things you have collected?”
She digs her hands into her pile and pulls out a handful of gold,silver,bottle caps,and fake jewels
“Interesting. Where did you get this all from?”
"The ground!" She beams
“Really?” People must not be very careful of their valuables around here…” He takes from his back pocket several other gems and metals. “You can have fun messing with these I suppose.”
She giggles manically as she takes the metals and gems
He points out a seemingly mundane rock. “That rock is called scheelite. It reacts to ultraviolet light, so if you have it outside when the sun first rises, it’ll glow bright blue.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
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“Aye, a deal’s a deal. Shame you made one with the world’s finest traitor.” He clicks his fingers and summons a tiny flame, then holds it above the scroll, preparing to set it ablaze.
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"And whatll you do if he doesn't?" The women laughs, "It requires one of us alive to do so." She says, "Not to mention, I could just tell him to turn it up couldn't I?" She smiles
Droidbait ignites his lightsaber and puts it to her neck. "Trust me, we can reanimate you for a short period of time. just long enough to turn it off. Lets make it easy alright?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs, looking back at the scientist, "Protocol B." She tell him, as he presses the button again, the hum dimming slightly as their counters stop wiring as much
"All. The. Way. Off." The clone commando presses the blaster harder onto the scientists head.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I-i can't. There's a lot going in to jeep it all stable-" the scientist stammers before the women simplifies it, "Your little friend is currently a battery. What do you think would happen if we 'turned her off'?"
"Im not saying to kill the kid. I saying to put her back in the state or semi-normalcy where she is barley producing radiation." droidbait says, exasperated.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The scroll suddenly disappears in a flash of shadow, and all the nothics other than Kezzolan must make Charisma saves or do the same, being teleported to another plane. "I believe you have misinterpreted my nature." The door opens, revealing a lanky, hunched-over figure that stands about as tall as Kezzolan. It wears layers upon layers of dark fabric with ornate patterns woven in silver thread, depicting grasping shadows and buzzing flies. The Taker wears a tall, pointed hat and an elephantine mask, the "trunk" of which curves into its cloak. "Pleasure doing business with you. As you have not held up your end of the bargain, I shall not hold up mine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's what she's currently in." The women rubs the bridge of her nose, "Its not as simple as you think it is. The battery escaped it's device, killing hundreds in the process. And, by being here, with you I assume, the safeguards on her broke down without something to keep them repaired."
Droidbait sighs in annoyance. Two clones open the box and scoop up Bonnie. The other clones surround the group. "We're taking the kid. You dont deserve her. Treating her like an experiment. Something to mess with when you're bored." he lowers his lightsaber.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She simply smiles, as the clone carrying the uncincious girl notices his counter wirr slightly, but not as much as when the box was at max output, "Good luck with that. Here, contact me when you want to get rid of the little mess." She tosses one of them a sending stone, before looking back at the scientists, "We got what we wanted. Pack up."
Droidbait crushes the stone in his hand. "I dont think you'll be going anywhere." the clones keep their blasters trained on them. "Your being detained and evaluated for usefulness for the New Galactic Empire. if deemed useful, you'll live. If not...well you'll find out."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Miria comes over "What is going on here?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"keeping a kid safe." one of the clones say, blocking the way
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gravedigger is examining a pair of holocrons
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
She lets out a small laugh, "You are so optimistic aren't you? We still have enough radiation in that box to kill everyone in a hundred foot radius. Well, besides the girl." She says, walking over to her group
He points to a seemingly mundane rock. “That rock responds to ultraviolet light, so when the sun first comes up in the morning, it’ll glow bright blue.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The commando forces the scientist to his knees and yanks the controller out of his hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I dont think so." Miria tosses the box to 1 of the clones "you really should have had that bolted down"
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Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He points out a seemingly mundane rock. “That rock is called scheelite. It reacts to ultraviolet light, so if you have it outside when the sun first rises, it’ll glow bright blue.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES