"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
The pig licks his hand a bit and nuzzles him.
“Peace would definitely be preferred.” He says, his expression dropping, a bit of sorrow creeping in before he is roused out of it by the nuzzling of the pig. He smiles a bit and pets it some more. “I hope peace can be achieved. All this turmoil isn’t good for the mind or soul I say.”
"Agreed." He looks at his pocket watch, then at the pig. "Could you look after Snuffles for me for a bit? He's very valuable. He'll find you some more truffles if you let him."
"No one is always right." Szerucharz grumbles. He continues merging gravel into larger and larger stones.
"I'd say that proves my point more than yours." Happy Chaos uncrosses his arms and walks into his lab, walking out with a weapon far too large for his skinny twink frame.
Szerucharz sighs. "And what's that?"
"Experimental weapon." He sets it down "You know, if we met earlier we could have been friends. Maybe we still can be. Anyway." He picks it back up and fires, an explosion of flame and heat coming from the weapon with enough force to annihilate a mountain "Ah, not as good as my revolvers."
"You know, it's not a bad idea, but mortal conflicts should try to be as precise and concise as possible. In my old world, I saw what could happen if people got their hands on, say, the power to wipe out millions of others in one fell swoop. Targeted killings are much safer."
"Oh you just gave me an idea. I'll be right back." He puts down the weapon and goes back into his lab. He walks out of the lab holding several items radiating immensely powerful energy, and a regular sword "What do you think of these?" He puts them down on top of the regular sword "Something like this?"
"I don't know what any of that is. I recognize the sword, but I don't have a catalog of every relic you own."
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
"I'll be honest, I didn't think it would matter. Stupid and naive are separate things."
"That is true indeed. Well this is a sword capable of rivaling my other creation." He gestures to the Junkyard Dog "In theory at least."
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Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“The boss has always been secretive about his projects, even to us. Entering the volcano from the top would take you directly to his workshop. There’s a possibility that he set up a contingency plan that in the event of his demise, the volcano’s would close, hiding off any schematics he deemed necessary to hide.”
“Oh, I see. But why seal them away instead of untrusting someone with them, like you guys. You are his kids after all.”
They bust out laughing “KIDS? WHEEEE! AHAHHAH! WHEEEEZEEE.” They regain their composure “We’re not his kids. More like workers. We don’t call ‘em pops. That’s my pops.” He points to an older looking giant “We’re just born fully grown.”
“Oh, ok. But the point still stands. Why not have you guys use the schematics?”
“He trusts us, but not that much. Going into his workshop without permission results in your very body and soul being incinerated. Plus, we don’t have the power to make them anyways.”
“Well….if he really is gone, what are you gonna do now?”
“Build homes. Just…survive.”
“Then we will help.” Rendy says as the Derendians perk up and fly over. “Yes, we help!” They all speak in unison.
“No offense, but you are the size of my fingernail. How could you possibly help?”
Symbiosis.
“Symbiosis traditionally requires both parties to gain something. So what do you gain, and what do we gain?”
“We gain companionship and sustenance from the host. In exchange, we can change your bodies in various way. Make you stronger, faster, given you better senses, give you more limbs, wings, a laser gun tail…” Rendy lists off various benefits.
“Hmmm. I’m not sure how much stronger some of us could get, though being faster would be helpful. You have yourselves a deal.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
The pig licks his hand a bit and nuzzles him.
“Peace would definitely be preferred.” He says, his expression dropping, a bit of sorrow creeping in before he is roused out of it by the nuzzling of the pig. He smiles a bit and pets it some more. “I hope peace can be achieved. All this turmoil isn’t good for the mind or soul I say.”
"Agreed." He looks at his pocket watch, then at the pig. "Could you look after Snuffles for me for a bit? He's very valuable. He'll find you some more truffles if you let him."
“Oh, sure. I can do that for you.” Leonardo says.
"Wonderful. Don't be afraid to give and take with him. He can always find more. Anyway, he seems to like you, and he needs some exercise. Keep him safe. Actually, undead tend to be largely immune to pain and easy to fix, so take these too." He tosses over a spool of thick black thread with a large needle sticking in it. He begins climbing the rails on the side of the Gut as Snuffles rolls onto its side, basking in Leonardo's presence.
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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.
“Hmmm. I’m not sure how much stronger some of us could get, though being faster would be helpful. You have yourselves a deal.”
With that, the Derendians would fly over to the giants, each landing on the back of one. Suddenly, they grow to a significantly larger size before they each piercer their mantis-like pincers into their shoulders and chest. This doesn’t hurt the giants at all, though it’s still a startling sensation as the Derendians fuse and melt into the giant’s backs. Then the mutations start. All the giants gain massive fiery wings that can support their weight, and can fee themselves becoming more aware of their surroundings, their senses heightened.
Though many of the giants are quite strong, they feel a greater sense of control over their own strength, being better able to focus in. Several of the giants also grow extra limbs to better lift or smith with, while others more incline to more delicate and finesse crafting feel their arms and hands become more deft and nimble. The giants are fully in cotton of themselves, though they do have a friendly little voice that will occasionally act as a supporting friend that will cheer them on or try to comfort them if they need it.
"Chaos... fah. Worthless, all of it. It's sickening, really." He speaks as though what he's saying is a completely uncontroversial, irrefutable fact, like the weather or the results of a sports game he was mildly interested in. He begins to wipe off his hands with a damp towel as frost forms on it. "Peace is the way to go. Let people die surrounded by family and friends. Good company, good food, good music. The Gut holds these values to be self-evident and pure." He drops the thoroughly frozen towel and puts his gloves back on.
"This truffle bodes well for the future. Enjoy it. Savor it. These things, they are rare. But they tell me that things are going to recover if we let them."
The pig licks his hand a bit and nuzzles him.
“Peace would definitely be preferred.” He says, his expression dropping, a bit of sorrow creeping in before he is roused out of it by the nuzzling of the pig. He smiles a bit and pets it some more. “I hope peace can be achieved. All this turmoil isn’t good for the mind or soul I say.”
"Agreed." He looks at his pocket watch, then at the pig. "Could you look after Snuffles for me for a bit? He's very valuable. He'll find you some more truffles if you let him."
“Oh, sure. I can do that for you.” Leonardo says.
"Wonderful. Don't be afraid to give and take with him. He can always find more. Anyway, he seems to like you, and he needs some exercise. Keep him safe. Actually, undead tend to be largely immune to pain and easy to fix, so take these too." He tosses over a spool of thick black thread with a large needle sticking in it. He begins climbing the rails on the side of the Gut as Snuffles rolls onto its side, basking in Leonardo's presence.
Leo catches the spool, then chuckles at the pig’s antics as he pats it’s belly.
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
"I simply want to know if that is a trait we share." He smirks as well "It appears not, but then again, things aren't always as they appear are they?"
“That’s certainly true.”
"Well your sudden shift from hostility to... well not kindness, more like tolerance seems suspicious. I am wary of you, no matter my level of interest in you, and your beauty." He sips a glass of wine "Where to next?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
"I simply want to know if that is a trait we share." He smirks as well "It appears not, but then again, things aren't always as they appear are they?"
“That’s certainly true.”
"Well your sudden shift from hostility to... well not kindness, more like tolerance seems suspicious. I am wary of you, no matter my level of interest in you, and your beauty." He sips a glass of wine "Where to next?"
“Perhaps I’ve just become a less hostile person now that the war’s calmed down and I’m not managing the largest city in the world.” Savut turns and heads north, beckoning for Slayer to follow her.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She smirks. “Why do you want to know? Are you trying to trick me or something?”
"I simply want to know if that is a trait we share." He smirks as well "It appears not, but then again, things aren't always as they appear are they?"
“That’s certainly true.”
"Well your sudden shift from hostility to... well not kindness, more like tolerance seems suspicious. I am wary of you, no matter my level of interest in you, and your beauty." He sips a glass of wine "Where to next?"
“Perhaps I’ve just become a less hostile person now that the war’s calmed down and I’m not managing the largest city in the world.” Savut turns and heads north, beckoning for Slayer to follow her.
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows, moving with casually steps "Perhaps, yet unlikely. People are capable of change, as well as wills, but when you are nearly all powerful you don't see the need to change. Perhaps though I am wrong in this case."
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
"I'll be honest, I didn't think it would matter. Stupid and naive are separate things."
"That is true indeed. Well this is a sword capable of rivaling my other creation." He gestures to the Junkyard Dog "In theory at least."
"So you want to blow up mountains at point-blank range? Fun."
"You want things to be precise and concise, I give you a sword that can do that. Also of course that would be fun."
"I already have some weapons, I'm afraid. They're not flashy, but they work. They killed you, after all."
"Ah you got a lucky shot on me. It isn't for you either way, I would rather see someone who didn't kill me use one of these, but only one for each person."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
"I'll be honest, I didn't think it would matter. Stupid and naive are separate things."
"That is true indeed. Well this is a sword capable of rivaling my other creation." He gestures to the Junkyard Dog "In theory at least."
"So you want to blow up mountains at point-blank range? Fun."
"You want things to be precise and concise, I give you a sword that can do that. Also of course that would be fun."
"I already have some weapons, I'm afraid. They're not flashy, but they work. They killed you, after all."
"Ah you got a lucky shot on me. It isn't for you either way, I would rather see someone who didn't kill me use one of these, but only one for each person."
"I crushed you. By the Pit, you are obnoxious. I'm regretting bringing you back, even in this form."
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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.
Leo hangs out with Snuffles, walking around and collecting truffles. As they walk past a bush, Leo freezes as a chill runs up his spine. Glancing over at the bush, he would see a few budding roses begin to rapidly grow from it. He feels that fuzzy darkness creep in the back of his mind, but he pushes it down.
“No, no, no, not here, not now. There is nothing for you to gain demon.” He whispers harshly. After a bit, darkness in the corner of his vision subsides, and Leo let’s out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He would take a second to steel himself, shaking his head a bit before he catches up to Snuffles, leaving three full bloomed, beautiful, and pristine black roses behind.
He looks at them confused "So you brought me my lab without understanding what was inside? Are you stupid?"
"I'll be honest, I didn't think it would matter. Stupid and naive are separate things."
"That is true indeed. Well this is a sword capable of rivaling my other creation." He gestures to the Junkyard Dog "In theory at least."
"So you want to blow up mountains at point-blank range? Fun."
"You want things to be precise and concise, I give you a sword that can do that. Also of course that would be fun."
"I already have some weapons, I'm afraid. They're not flashy, but they work. They killed you, after all."
"Ah you got a lucky shot on me. It isn't for you either way, I would rather see someone who didn't kill me use one of these, but only one for each person."
"I crushed you. By the Pit, you are obnoxious. I'm regretting bringing you back, even in this form."
"I'm sorry did you expect rational thought from someone named Happy Chaos?" He walks into his lab, opening the window to they can continue talking.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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“Oh, sure. I can do that for you.” Leonardo says.
"That is true indeed. Well this is a sword capable of rivaling my other creation." He gestures to the Junkyard Dog "In theory at least."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Hmmm. I’m not sure how much stronger some of us could get, though being faster would be helpful. You have yourselves a deal.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Wonderful. Don't be afraid to give and take with him. He can always find more. Anyway, he seems to like you, and he needs some exercise. Keep him safe. Actually, undead tend to be largely immune to pain and easy to fix, so take these too." He tosses over a spool of thick black thread with a large needle sticking in it. He begins climbing the rails on the side of the Gut as Snuffles rolls onto its side, basking in Leonardo's presence.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"So you want to blow up mountains at point-blank range? Fun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
With that, the Derendians would fly over to the giants, each landing on the back of one. Suddenly, they grow to a significantly larger size before they each piercer their mantis-like pincers into their shoulders and chest. This doesn’t hurt the giants at all, though it’s still a startling sensation as the Derendians fuse and melt into the giant’s backs. Then the mutations start. All the giants gain massive fiery wings that can support their weight, and can fee themselves becoming more aware of their surroundings, their senses heightened.
Though many of the giants are quite strong, they feel a greater sense of control over their own strength, being better able to focus in. Several of the giants also grow extra limbs to better lift or smith with, while others more incline to more delicate and finesse crafting feel their arms and hands become more deft and nimble. The giants are fully in cotton of themselves, though they do have a friendly little voice that will occasionally act as a supporting friend that will cheer them on or try to comfort them if they need it.
Leo catches the spool, then chuckles at the pig’s antics as he pats it’s belly.
“That’s certainly true.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You want things to be precise and concise, I give you a sword that can do that. Also of course that would be fun."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Well your sudden shift from hostility to... well not kindness, more like tolerance seems suspicious. I am wary of you, no matter my level of interest in you, and your beauty." He sips a glass of wine "Where to next?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Perhaps I’ve just become a less hostile person now that the war’s calmed down and I’m not managing the largest city in the world.” Savut turns and heads north, beckoning for Slayer to follow her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows, moving with casually steps "Perhaps, yet unlikely. People are capable of change, as well as wills, but when you are nearly all powerful you don't see the need to change. Perhaps though I am wrong in this case."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*the storm lord agrees*
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"I already have some weapons, I'm afraid. They're not flashy, but they work. They killed you, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Blackcat, firstly do you want to rp, second when are you going to intro your character on Jojo's?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Ah you got a lucky shot on me. It isn't for you either way, I would rather see someone who didn't kill me use one of these, but only one for each person."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"I crushed you. By the Pit, you are obnoxious. I'm regretting bringing you back, even in this form."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Leo hangs out with Snuffles, walking around and collecting truffles. As they walk past a bush, Leo freezes as a chill runs up his spine. Glancing over at the bush, he would see a few budding roses begin to rapidly grow from it. He feels that fuzzy darkness creep in the back of his mind, but he pushes it down.
“No, no, no, not here, not now. There is nothing for you to gain demon.” He whispers harshly. After a bit, darkness in the corner of his vision subsides, and Leo let’s out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He would take a second to steel himself, shaking his head a bit before he catches up to Snuffles, leaving three full bloomed, beautiful, and pristine black roses behind.
"I'm sorry did you expect rational thought from someone named Happy Chaos?" He walks into his lab, opening the window to they can continue talking.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo