"As to you, Chef!" He says as he rises into the air. "May your fish fillet and your face fit!" He wheels about in the sky with widespread wings, circling around the mast and out over the open ocean.
*Is there a specific way the transaction of souls should be made? I can't do it right now because I have to leave in a few minutes but I'm assuming it would be best to do it on this thread.*
*I don't really know.*
*Haha, okay. Seems like we roleplayed into a pickle. I have an idea for an encounter later where the souls can be swapped and then you can do with them as you please. I'd imagine that it would play out on the Barnacle. Would you rather it be in thread or in a pm?*
*The thread seems good to me! I appreciate you going out of your way to do this. I imagine this takes a bit more planning than just a basic interaction.*
*No problem. I enjoy roleplay and it is best when different characters are able to interact and compliment each other. Besides, I've had an idea for something like this for a long time and I am glad I'll finally be able to use it.*
His work slows to a halt for a second before resuming pace. "I haven't thought about it. I guess I'm kind of bad, but a lot of people are. I know I'm not good, so I guess that leaves me as the other option."
Luci 'looks' up at him and tugs at his sleeve "I don't think it matters. It's different shades of grey. Nobody is inherently good or bad." She explained "Half the time I don't know what I did so am I good or bad? I don't think so." She smiled brightly.
He smiles back, revealing his many, many humanoid teeth set into his mask (as if she could see). "That's a very nuanced way of thinking about it. I appreciate that."
She nods and hands him the bowl of berries "Where did you come from?' She asked.
"Well, my father was a blacksmith in a little French fishing town. He made nails and fish hooks. When someone caught a sea demon with one of his hooks, he claimed that demon as his own. That demon was my mother. I was put in charge of feeding her as soon as I could walk. She taught me how to cook."
His work slows to a halt for a second before resuming pace. "I haven't thought about it. I guess I'm kind of bad, but a lot of people are. I know I'm not good, so I guess that leaves me as the other option."
Luci 'looks' up at him and tugs at his sleeve "I don't think it matters. It's different shades of grey. Nobody is inherently good or bad." She explained "Half the time I don't know what I did so am I good or bad? I don't think so." She smiled brightly.
He smiles back, revealing his many, many humanoid teeth set into his mask (as if she could see). "That's a very nuanced way of thinking about it. I appreciate that."
She nods and hands him the bowl of berries "Where did you come from?' She asked.
"Well, my father was a blacksmith in a little French fishing town. He made nails and fish hooks. When someone caught a sea demon with one of his hooks, he claimed that demon as his own. That demon was my mother. I was put in charge of feeding her as soon as I could walk. She taught me how to cook."
"Was she nice?" She asked, tilting her head. "She sounds like was real pretty."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Riptide starts screaming at nothing to just kill him and get it over with*
Orion walks up to him, wondering if he should kill him as he says.
*Riptide has a small stone around his neck on a necklace. If you shatter the stone then Riptide will go mad*
*Why are you saying this out of character* Orion inspects the stone. Investigation: 18
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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.
"Well, my father was a blacksmith in a little French fishing town. He made nails and fish hooks. When someone caught a sea demon with one of his hooks, he claimed that demon as his own. That demon was my mother. I was put in charge of feeding her as soon as I could walk. She taught me how to cook."
"Was she nice?" She asked, tilting her head. "She sounds like was real pretty."
"She was neither nice nor pretty. She frequently threatened to eat me, but she was also the person who was nicest to me in the entire village."
"Well, my father was a blacksmith in a little French fishing town. He made nails and fish hooks. When someone caught a sea demon with one of his hooks, he claimed that demon as his own. That demon was my mother. I was put in charge of feeding her as soon as I could walk. She taught me how to cook."
"Was she nice?" She asked, tilting her head. "She sounds like was real pretty."
"She was neither nice nor pretty. She frequently threatened to eat me, but she was also the person who was nicest to me in the entire village."
"She sounds a bit like the sea nymph, Thetis." She said and 'looked' up at him "No one else was nice to you?
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
She thinks for a moment, her fingers drumming against the countertop for a moment before she turns back to him. "Can we be friends?"
"Yes." He says simply, offering her a berry.
She giggles, clapping her hands, and jumping up and down. "Thank you!"
He nods. "Now, I would ask you to wash dishes, but there are sharp objects in the sink and I don't want you to get cut on anything. You and Bun can take a break if you want."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*Riptide starts screaming at nothing to just kill him and get it over with*
Orion walks up to him, wondering if he should kill him as he says.
*Riptide has a small stone around his neck on a necklace. If you shatter the stone then Riptide will go mad*
*Why are you saying this out of character* Orion inspects the stone. Investigation: 12
*because it is easier than having to beat Riptide's AC of 25 and deal at least 91 damage and have Riptide fail all of the saving throws*
*Thats not very hard for a buffed death knight*
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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.
Thervan is still hanging around the deck, untied now, but weaponless.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*No problem. I enjoy roleplay and it is best when different characters are able to interact and compliment each other. Besides, I've had an idea for something like this for a long time and I am glad I'll finally be able to use it.*
"Well, my father was a blacksmith in a little French fishing town. He made nails and fish hooks. When someone caught a sea demon with one of his hooks, he claimed that demon as his own. That demon was my mother. I was put in charge of feeding her as soon as I could walk. She taught me how to cook."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Was she nice?" She asked, tilting her head. "She sounds like was real pretty."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Why are you saying this out of character*
Orion inspects the stone. Investigation: 18
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
*because it is easier than having to beat Riptide's AC of 25 and deal at least 91 damage and have Riptide fail all of the saving throws*
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
"She was neither nice nor pretty. She frequently threatened to eat me, but she was also the person who was nicest to me in the entire village."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"She sounds a bit like the sea nymph, Thetis." She said and 'looked' up at him "No one else was nice to you?
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm a cambion. Half-demon. My father was a monster of a man, and people had decided that I got the worst parts of both sides."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
She thinks for a moment, her fingers drumming against the countertop for a moment before she turns back to him. "Can we be friends?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yes." He says simply, offering her a berry.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
She giggles, clapping her hands, and jumping up and down. "Thank you!"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Blackflame watches them from the shadows and rolls his eyes
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
He nods. "Now, I would ask you to wash dishes, but there are sharp objects in the sink and I don't want you to get cut on anything. You and Bun can take a break if you want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Blackflame makes a note
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
Auguste pretends not to notice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Hi
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Thats not very hard for a buffed death knight*
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
*then what are you going to do?*
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, I'm back*
Normiah is healing from battle.
Angler is still fighting the aarocackra.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Thervan is still hanging around the deck, untied now, but weaponless.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!