“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.”
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"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
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"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
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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"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
Miria snatches back the box and hunches over it. as she does Miria's breathing slows
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
"I dont think so." Miria tosses the box to 1 of the clones "you really should have had that bolted down"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
She smiles, speaking in a sing song voice, "If you kill me, everyone else dies. I'm not dumb enough to nit have a Deadman trigger"
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"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
She smiles, speaking in a sing song voice, "If you kill me, everyone else dies. I'm not dumb enough to nit have a Deadman trigger"
"TURN IT OFF NOW!"
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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.
“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.”
"Like... a clock?"
“Hm. I suppose I could be used as a clock, to wake you up at dawn. That’s actually a good idea, well done!”
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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
"I dont think so." Miria tosses the box to 1 of the clones "you really should have had that bolted down"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
She smiles, speaking in a sing song voice, "If you kill me, everyone else dies. I'm not dumb enough to nit have a Deadman trigger"
"TURN IT OFF NOW!"
She takes a step back from his blade, smiling as she walks backwards with hands raised, "Do whatever you want with the others, they know what they signed up for. I on the other hand? I make plans"
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"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
She smiles, speaking in a sing song voice, "If you kill me, everyone else dies. I'm not dumb enough to nit have a Deadman trigger"
"TURN IT OFF NOW!"
She takes a step back from his blade, smiling as she walks backwards with hands raised, "Do whatever you want with the others, they know what they signed up for. I on the other hand? I make plans"
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"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
She smiles, speaking in a sing song voice, "If you kill me, everyone else dies. I'm not dumb enough to nit have a Deadman trigger"
"TURN IT OFF NOW!"
She takes a step back from his blade, smiling as she walks backwards with hands raised, "Do whatever you want with the others, they know what they signed up for. I on the other hand? I make plans"
"Press the button! RIGHT NOW!"
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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.
*Can we do some snipping on these quote chains? It’s hell to scroll thru then rn*
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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.
The Taker is watching the events unfold, drinking a cup of coffee through its gas mask.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Like... a clock?"
She simply pulls out a remote, pressing a button and holding a finger on it, the box's humming quickening as she silently watches them
"DROP IT!" Droidbait says, putting the lightsaber against her neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Miria snatches back the box and hunches over it. as she does Miria's breathing slows
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
(hello)
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 smiles, speaking in a sing song voice, "If you kill me, everyone else dies. I'm not dumb enough to nit have a Deadman trigger"
"TURN IT OFF NOW!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Le- Let it go" Miria pants out
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
"Your gonna die!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I- I might... but y- you wont" Miria's breathing slows further
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
"not worth it kid!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"J- just do it! I- I cant hold much longer"
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
“Hm. I suppose I could be used as a clock, to wake you up at dawn. That’s actually a good idea, well done!”
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
She takes a step back from his blade, smiling as she walks backwards with hands raised, "Do whatever you want with the others, they know what they signed up for. I on the other hand? I make plans"
"Press the BUTTON!"
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
"I mean he probably will" one of the scientists says, "That things basically a condensed nuke"
"Press the button! RIGHT NOW!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Can we do some snipping on these quote chains? It’s hell to scroll thru then rn*
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
*srry*
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