"Of course not! If I stooped that low, people wouldn't show up to my parties anymore!"
Her legs slowly grow back... as do her eyes and missing fingers. In fact, she looks almost alive now. From a distance, she might be mistaken for human.
He sputters. "What?! It may not be hard labor, but I'm still working just as hard as anyone else here!"
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 28 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
“How?”
It seems safe enough.
"...Used to live with... husband, but... I died... now I just... exist..."
"You think people will just do things without instruction? The right things? If I wasn't here, the company would have shut this place down years ago. None of the workers even have enough money to buy tickets out of here, so they'd all die here in the swamp."
Then he does the second part.
“Do you wish to come with me?”
“Is this even profitable? Is forcing the poor to work day and night earning enough money to justify this? You claim they’d die because they can’t afford to leave. Then lower the price to take the train out.” Nil is extremely livid at this point. She doesn’t seem to like Rigel’s father.
"Of course not! If I stooped that low, people wouldn't show up to my parties anymore!"
Her legs slowly grow back... as do her eyes and missing fingers. In fact, she looks almost alive now. From a distance, she might be mistaken for human.
He sputters. "What?! It may not be hard labor, but I'm still working just as hard as anyone else here!"
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 28 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
“How?”
It seems safe enough.
"...Used to live with... husband, but... I died... now I just... exist..."
"You think people will just do things without instruction? The right things? If I wasn't here, the company would have shut this place down years ago. None of the workers even have enough money to buy tickets out of here, so they'd all die here in the swamp."
Then he does the second part.
“Do you wish to come with me?”
“Is this even profitable? Is forcing the poor to work day and night earning enough money to justify this? You claim they’d die because they can’t afford to leave. Then lower the price to take the train out.” Nil is extremely livid at this point. She doesn’t seem to like Rigel’s father.
It tastes good. Not amazing, it's just a well-made salad.
"That would be... nice..."
"You think I control everything?! You think I own the trains and the abattoir and the people who live here? NO! I'm a ****ing MANAGER. Do you understand how little that means? I have to sit here in this stinkhole and make sure everything goes smoothly, but I can't change anything. All of my complaints to the company mean nothing. No one cares about worthless little Vermios."
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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.
"Of course not! If I stooped that low, people wouldn't show up to my parties anymore!"
Her legs slowly grow back... as do her eyes and missing fingers. In fact, she looks almost alive now. From a distance, she might be mistaken for human.
He sputters. "What?! It may not be hard labor, but I'm still working just as hard as anyone else here!"
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 28 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
“How?”
It seems safe enough.
"...Used to live with... husband, but... I died... now I just... exist..."
"You think people will just do things without instruction? The right things? If I wasn't here, the company would have shut this place down years ago. None of the workers even have enough money to buy tickets out of here, so they'd all die here in the swamp."
Then he does the second part.
“Do you wish to come with me?”
“Is this even profitable? Is forcing the poor to work day and night earning enough money to justify this? You claim they’d die because they can’t afford to leave. Then lower the price to take the train out.” Nil is extremely livid at this point. She doesn’t seem to like Rigel’s father.
It tastes good. Not amazing, it's just a well-made salad.
"That would be... nice..."
"You think I control everything?! You think I own the trains and the abattoir and the people who live here? NO! I'm a ****ing MANAGER. Do you understand how little that means? I have to sit here in this stinkhole and make sure everything goes smoothly, but I can't change anything. All of my complaints to the company mean nothing. No one cares about worthless little Vermios."
He smiles.
“Very good, but my friend could make better. No offense.”
“Then come with me.” He extends his hand to her.
Nil stares him down. “Then I will make them care.” She snaps her fingers, and disappears. No special effects, nothing. Just gone.
Something has woken up in the old carnival grounds out in the Grease.
Creaking metal, grinding gears, pounding pistons, buzzing green electric lights. Riding into town on some nightmarish spider-calliope is an animatronic clown, its painted metal body burned and melted in many places. It plays the keys masterfully, colorful smoke floating out of the self-cranking steam organ.
The robot on top seems to be enraptured by the menacing tune it plays.
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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.
"What the hell is that?" Auburn says quietly to herself
The song ends, and the makeshift spider stops in its tracks. The animatronic clown looks around, its burning green eyes buzzing as it lays eyes on Auburn. It leaps out of its seat with several somersaults, something that no machine of this era could do, and lands feet in front of her. It must be nearly seven feet tall. It bows and sweeps off its hat... and the upper half of its head. A mechanical hand, bare, wiry, and with bits of muscle and sinew holding it together, reaches out from the neck hole to offer her a small, metal flower made from scrap. It spins slightly, like a pinwheel.
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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.
Edward is sitting outside, tinkering tools spread around him as he is working on a contraption that looks like a head almost. Its made of brass and bronze with many wires sticking out from certain areas.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
'We're both friends of King Brock too!' Hiro squeaks
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*Hiro is a reference to All You Need is Kill? If so, awesome!*
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*no, not a reference to anyone*
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*anyone on?*
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*at work, so off-and-on, sorry*
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Triley and Hiro are scrounging in the Grot for supplies
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It tastes good. Not amazing, it's just a well-made salad.
"That would be... nice..."
"You think I control everything?! You think I own the trains and the abattoir and the people who live here? NO! I'm a ****ing MANAGER. Do you understand how little that means? I have to sit here in this stinkhole and make sure everything goes smoothly, but I can't change anything. All of my complaints to the company mean nothing. No one cares about worthless little Vermios."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Triley is listening in
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He smiles.
“Very good, but my friend could make better. No offense.”
“Then come with me.” He extends his hand to her.
Nil stares him down. “Then I will make them care.” She snaps her fingers, and disappears. No special effects, nothing. Just gone.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Something has woken up in the old carnival grounds out in the Grease.
Creaking metal, grinding gears, pounding pistons, buzzing green electric lights. Riding into town on some nightmarish spider-calliope is an animatronic clown, its painted metal body burned and melted in many places. It plays the keys masterfully, colorful smoke floating out of the self-cranking steam organ.
The robot on top seems to be enraptured by the menacing tune it plays.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What the hell is that?" Auburn says quietly to herself
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The song ends, and the makeshift spider stops in its tracks. The animatronic clown looks around, its burning green eyes buzzing as it lays eyes on Auburn. It leaps out of its seat with several somersaults, something that no machine of this era could do, and lands feet in front of her. It must be nearly seven feet tall. It bows and sweeps off its hat... and the upper half of its head. A mechanical hand, bare, wiry, and with bits of muscle and sinew holding it together, reaches out from the neck hole to offer her a small, metal flower made from scrap. It spins slightly, like a pinwheel.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you...?" She grabs the little flower and then takes a few steps back.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*anybody want to rp?*
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*yeah*
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"What's wrong?" The machine seems concerned, despite its cheery, buzzing, crackling voice.
"Too exciting? Not exciting enough?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Edward is sitting outside, tinkering tools spread around him as he is working on a contraption that looks like a head almost. Its made of brass and bronze with many wires sticking out from certain areas.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Hey there!'
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