“I guess that makes sense. You have more control over your powers. Unlike me. If my looks get insulted I become akin to an animal.”
She reaches a hand out, and the ends of her fingers turn into sharp claws. Hey eyes seem to glow while her hands are different, but stop when her hands turn back.
“And yet you still are human afterwards. I’ve met people who couldn’t control themselves and went to their cursed forms forever. The fact you are able to speak right now shows great control of power. You should be proud.”
“Thanks. I will need to work on that but these guards and researchers are always trying to make me mad and trying to get me to be a monster for them.”
She looks at the woman with a slight smile.
*how am I doing so far?*
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
“I guess that makes sense. You have more control over your powers. Unlike me. If my looks get insulted I become akin to an animal.”
She reaches a hand out, and the ends of her fingers turn into sharp claws. Hey eyes seem to glow while her hands are different, but stop when her hands turn back.
“And yet you still are human afterwards. I’ve met people who couldn’t control themselves and went to their cursed forms forever. The fact you are able to speak right now shows great control of power. You should be proud.”
“Thanks. I will need to work on that but these guards and researchers are always trying to make me mad and trying to get me to be a monster for them.”
She looks at the woman with a slight smile.
*how am I doing so far?*
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
She smiles back.
*you’re doing great*
*tbh I didn’t think anyone would treat Salem with the respect that your character does. And thanks! I’m loving this so far.*
”What about their research? Aren’t I still ‘something to figure’ out for them?”
“I guess that makes sense. You have more control over your powers. Unlike me. If my looks get insulted I become akin to an animal.”
She reaches a hand out, and the ends of her fingers turn into sharp claws. Hey eyes seem to glow while her hands are different, but stop when her hands turn back.
“And yet you still are human afterwards. I’ve met people who couldn’t control themselves and went to their cursed forms forever. The fact you are able to speak right now shows great control of power. You should be proud.”
“Thanks. I will need to work on that but these guards and researchers are always trying to make me mad and trying to get me to be a monster for them.”
She looks at the woman with a slight smile.
*how am I doing so far?*
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
She smiles back.
*you’re doing great*
*tbh I didn’t think anyone would treat Salem with the respect that your character does. And thanks! I’m loving this so far.*
”What about their research? Aren’t I still ‘something to figure’ out for them?”
She twirls her hair around in her finger.
*Most of my characters tend to be respectful*
The researcher lets out a small laugh. “There’s other ways to research beings like us. It just takes a lot of paperwork.”
“I guess that makes sense. You have more control over your powers. Unlike me. If my looks get insulted I become akin to an animal.”
She reaches a hand out, and the ends of her fingers turn into sharp claws. Hey eyes seem to glow while her hands are different, but stop when her hands turn back.
“And yet you still are human afterwards. I’ve met people who couldn’t control themselves and went to their cursed forms forever. The fact you are able to speak right now shows great control of power. You should be proud.”
“Thanks. I will need to work on that but these guards and researchers are always trying to make me mad and trying to get me to be a monster for them.”
She looks at the woman with a slight smile.
*how am I doing so far?*
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
She smiles back.
*you’re doing great*
*tbh I didn’t think anyone would treat Salem with the respect that your character does. And thanks! I’m loving this so far.*
”What about their research? Aren’t I still ‘something to figure’ out for them?”
She twirls her hair around in her finger.
*Most of my characters tend to be respectful*
The researcher lets out a small laugh. “There’s other ways to research beings like us. It just takes a lot of paperwork.”
“That’s somewhat a relief. May I ask your name miss? I told you mine, but I wouldn’t be comfortable just calling you ‘Director’ or whatever your title is.”
Salem stretches, and lets out a yawn. She is wearing a blue version of the D-Class outfit, and the pants have been turned into shorts by her claws. She has three claw marks running across her left calf, probably from one of her rages.
“I guess that makes sense. You have more control over your powers. Unlike me. If my looks get insulted I become akin to an animal.”
She reaches a hand out, and the ends of her fingers turn into sharp claws. Hey eyes seem to glow while her hands are different, but stop when her hands turn back.
“And yet you still are human afterwards. I’ve met people who couldn’t control themselves and went to their cursed forms forever. The fact you are able to speak right now shows great control of power. You should be proud.”
“Thanks. I will need to work on that but these guards and researchers are always trying to make me mad and trying to get me to be a monster for them.”
She looks at the woman with a slight smile.
*how am I doing so far?*
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
She smiles back.
*you’re doing great*
*tbh I didn’t think anyone would treat Salem with the respect that your character does. And thanks! I’m loving this so far.*
”What about their research? Aren’t I still ‘something to figure’ out for them?”
She twirls her hair around in her finger.
*Most of my characters tend to be respectful*
The researcher lets out a small laugh. “There’s other ways to research beings like us. It just takes a lot of paperwork.”
“That’s somewhat a relief. May I ask your name miss? I told you mine, but I wouldn’t be comfortable just calling you ‘Director’ or whatever your title is.”
Salem stretches, and lets out a yawn. She is wearing a blue version of the D-Class outfit, and the pants have been turned into shorts by her claws. She has three claw marks running across her left calf, probably from one of her rages.
“I guess that makes sense. You have more control over your powers. Unlike me. If my looks get insulted I become akin to an animal.”
She reaches a hand out, and the ends of her fingers turn into sharp claws. Hey eyes seem to glow while her hands are different, but stop when her hands turn back.
“And yet you still are human afterwards. I’ve met people who couldn’t control themselves and went to their cursed forms forever. The fact you are able to speak right now shows great control of power. You should be proud.”
“Thanks. I will need to work on that but these guards and researchers are always trying to make me mad and trying to get me to be a monster for them.”
She looks at the woman with a slight smile.
*how am I doing so far?*
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
She smiles back.
*you’re doing great*
*tbh I didn’t think anyone would treat Salem with the respect that your character does. And thanks! I’m loving this so far.*
”What about their research? Aren’t I still ‘something to figure’ out for them?”
She twirls her hair around in her finger.
*Most of my characters tend to be respectful*
The researcher lets out a small laugh. “There’s other ways to research beings like us. It just takes a lot of paperwork.”
“That’s somewhat a relief. May I ask your name miss? I told you mine, but I wouldn’t be comfortable just calling you ‘Director’ or whatever your title is.”
Salem stretches, and lets out a yawn. She is wearing a blue version of the D-Class outfit, and the pants have been turned into shorts by her claws. She has three claw marks running across her left calf, probably from one of her rages.
“Regina.”
“Thank you. So.. did you just come here to console me or did you have something you need to research when it comes to me?”
She smiles, and glances at the guard that Regina made slump to the ground.
A small feline is sleeping in one of the labs/ research areas. This is no normal cat, however. This is SCP 7207, “The Cheshire Cat.”
recommended procedure for capture
in The case SCP 7207 ever attempts to leave the site, nothing so far has been able to stop it. It is seemingly immune to any attempts to slow, hinder, calm it down, or stop it. It’s unaffected by effects that could immobilize creatures or put them to sleep. The best method for stopping it from leaving is to try to talk to it about fantasy novels, one of it’s main interests.
Description:
SCP 7207 is an adult male rusty-spotted cat that has a permanent grin and bright golden eyes. It also has the ability to speak, and is extremely intelligent. SCP 7207 has shown many strange supernatural abilities, such as the ability to become intangible, become invisible, creating illusions and portals to other places nearby, and the ability to manipulate a human’s mind. These abilities are why SCP 7207 is Keter class, as so far, no attempts to capture it have succeeded. It, however, seems to have no interest in leaving the site. According to what SCP 7207 has told researchers, it is possibly several hundred years old. Also according to it, it is from London, England.
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
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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.
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
She stands up against the wall. The guards raise their guns at her. "Would you like us to neutralize her beforehand?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
She stands up against the wall. The guards raise their guns at her. "Would you like us to neutralize her beforehand?"
"No no. There is no need." a doctor with short, messy black hair, a white lab coat, black boots, and kind brown eyes walks in. "You can wait outside." he says to the guards.
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
She stands up against the wall. The guards raise their guns at her. "Would you like us to neutralize her beforehand?"
"No no. There is no need." a doctor with short, messy black hair, a white lab coat, black boots, and kind brown eyes walks in. "You can wait outside." he says to the guards.
They nod and remain outside the door. The woman narrows her eyes as he walks in.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
She stands up against the wall. The guards raise their guns at her. "Would you like us to neutralize her beforehand?"
"No no. There is no need." a doctor with short, messy black hair, a white lab coat, black boots, and kind brown eyes walks in. "You can wait outside." he says to the guards.
They nod and remain outside the door. The woman narrows her eyes as he walks in.
"No need for any hostilities, alright? I'm Doctor Thomas. But please call me Thomas." he says with a kind smile.
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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.
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
She stands up against the wall. The guards raise their guns at her. "Would you like us to neutralize her beforehand?"
"No no. There is no need." a doctor with short, messy black hair, a white lab coat, black boots, and kind brown eyes walks in. "You can wait outside." he says to the guards.
They nod and remain outside the door. The woman narrows her eyes as he walks in.
"No need for any hostilities, alright? I'm Doctor Thomas. But please call me Thomas." he says with a kind smile.
She says nothing but stares at him, her eyes boring into his. The guards shift a bit, the grip on their guns tightening.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*”chewing thoughtfully,” made me laugh so hard*
the cat walks through the cell. Like, straight through solid material.
” Now, why are you doing that?”
“Don’t worry. If they anger you, they will be punished.”
She smiles back.
*you’re doing great*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*tbh I didn’t think anyone would treat Salem with the respect that your character does. And thanks! I’m loving this so far.*
”What about their research? Aren’t I still ‘something to figure’ out for them?”
She twirls her hair around in her finger.
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
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Devilishly Cute
*Most of my characters tend to be respectful*
The researcher lets out a small laugh. “There’s other ways to research beings like us. It just takes a lot of paperwork.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“That’s somewhat a relief. May I ask your name miss? I told you mine, but I wouldn’t be comfortable just calling you ‘Director’ or whatever your title is.”
Salem stretches, and lets out a yawn. She is wearing a blue version of the D-Class outfit, and the pants have been turned into shorts by her claws. She has three claw marks running across her left calf, probably from one of her rages.
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
“Regina.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Thank you. So.. did you just come here to console me or did you have something you need to research when it comes to me?”
She smiles, and glances at the guard that Regina made slump to the ground.
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
recommended procedure for capture
in The case SCP 7207 ever attempts to leave the site, nothing so far has been able to stop it. It is seemingly immune to any attempts to slow, hinder, calm it down, or stop it. It’s unaffected by effects that could immobilize creatures or put them to sleep. The best method for stopping it from leaving is to try to talk to it about fantasy novels, one of it’s main interests.
Description:
SCP 7207 is an adult male rusty-spotted cat that has a permanent grin and bright golden eyes. It also has the ability to speak, and is extremely intelligent. SCP 7207 has shown many strange supernatural abilities, such as the ability to become intangible, become invisible, creating illusions and portals to other places nearby, and the ability to manipulate a human’s mind. These abilities are why SCP 7207 is Keter class, as so far, no attempts to capture it have succeeded. It, however, seems to have no interest in leaving the site. According to what SCP 7207 has told researchers, it is possibly several hundred years old. Also according to it, it is from London, England.
7496 arrives on site ":O" "hi"
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
"Tastes good. But needs seasoning. Problem is, they took it all from me, the guards did." He huffs.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*MWHAHAHAHAHAH TIME FOR ME TO MAKE CHARACTERS*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I AM CURRENTLY DOING THE SAME*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Thomas is in his office filing papers. He looks rather bored as he reads a file while sipping coffee.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A D-Class is being led by Guards back to her cell. She has long blonde hair that falls around her shoulders like a veil. Her eyes are cold, stormy grey that seems to stare past any other guards that walk down the hall. Her almond-colored skin is heavily scarred. She wears the standard orange jumpsuit all D-Classes are forced to wear.
She is thrown into her cell where she hits the wall with a small wincing noise. They close her door with an audible 'slam' before they walk away.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A few minutes go by before a light knock is heard on her door
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She stands up against the wall. The guards raise their guns at her. "Would you like us to neutralize her beforehand?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No no. There is no need." a doctor with short, messy black hair, a white lab coat, black boots, and kind brown eyes walks in. "You can wait outside." he says to the guards.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They nod and remain outside the door. The woman narrows her eyes as he walks in.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No need for any hostilities, alright? I'm Doctor Thomas. But please call me Thomas." he says with a kind smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She says nothing but stares at him, her eyes boring into his. The guards shift a bit, the grip on their guns tightening.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]