Damian chuckles and tosses his rapier in the air, spinning through the air as if in slow motion until its hilt lands on Damian’s finger. He begins to spin the rapier still balanced on his finger. The seagulls still completely indifferent. Damian turns to Flynn “You might just be right, I haven’t had an audience this bad since the god of justice.”
Flynn laughs, catching a bottle and giving Damian an exaggerated bow. "Well, at least these seagulls don't smite you for a bad performance. That's an improvement."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Damian chuckles and tosses his rapier in the air, spinning through the air as if in slow motion until its hilt lands on Damian’s finger. He begins to spin the rapier still balanced on his finger. The seagulls still completely indifferent. Damian turns to Flynn “You might just be right, I haven’t had an audience this bad since the god of justice.”
Flynn laughs, catching a bottle and giving Damian an exaggerated bow. "Well, at least these seagulls don't smite you for a bad performance. That's an improvement."
Damian laughs too, sheathing the rapier and bowing exaggerated kisses to the seagulls “Isn’t that right.” He sits down at a nearby table and begins messing with a deck of cards “I wonder where we’re going.”
Damian laughs too, sheathing the rapier and bowing exaggerated kisses to the seagulls “Isn’t that right.” He sits down at a nearby table and begins messing with a deck of cards “I wonder where we’re going.”
Flynn catches the last bottle and places it carefully back in the crate. "We're headed to Australia," he says, his tone light but his eyes reflecting a deeper emotion. "Got a bit of business there. Plus, the land down under always promises an adventure or two."
He sits down across from Damian, watching him shuffle the deck of cards. "Ever been? It's a wild place, full of creatures that want to kill you. Should be fun." Flynn grins, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. "And who knows, maybe these seagulls will finally be impressed by something we do."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
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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.
Damian laughs too, sheathing the rapier and bowing exaggerated kisses to the seagulls “Isn’t that right.” He sits down at a nearby table and begins messing with a deck of cards “I wonder where we’re going.”
Flynn catches the last bottle and places it carefully back in the crate. "We're headed to Australia," he says, his tone light but his eyes reflecting a deeper emotion. "Got a bit of business there. Plus, the land down under always promises an adventure or two."
He sits down across from Damian, watching him shuffle the deck of cards. "Ever been? It's a wild place, full of creatures that want to kill you. Should be fun." Flynn grins, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. "And who knows, maybe these seagulls will finally be impressed by something we do."
“Never been myself. Sounds like the drink is good and the ladies are fair.” Damian grins and begins to shuffle the deck “Sounds like an adventure of its own and you know me.”
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
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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.
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
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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.
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
“I’m not hungry, though I appreciate the offer.”
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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.
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
“I’m not hungry, though I appreciate the offer.”
“Well I’m off to get blackout drunk then. See you soon.” He stands up and begins to walk through the door.
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
“I’m not hungry, though I appreciate the offer.”
“Well I’m off to get blackout drunk then. See you soon.” He stands up and begins to walk through the door.
“Actually, before you go, do you know any spells for locating over very large distances?”
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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.
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
“I’m not hungry, though I appreciate the offer.”
“Well I’m off to get blackout drunk then. See you soon.” He stands up and begins to walk through the door.
“Actually, before you go, do you know any spells for locating over very large distances?”
“I don’t have one at the moment but I might be able to cast one tomorrow.” He steps out and to the storage area.
Sergei is in his doctor’s office, treating a gash on his arm. He hums a sea shanty as he stitches his own arm.
He hears a rhythmic knock on the door.
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
“I’m not hungry, though I appreciate the offer.”
“Well I’m off to get blackout drunk then. See you soon.” He stands up and begins to walk through the door.
“Actually, before you go, do you know any spells for locating over very large distances?”
“I don’t have one at the moment but I might be able to cast one tomorrow.” He steps out and to the storage area.
“I meant do you know OF any…” He says to himself when he leaves, then he goes back to stitching his arm.
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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.
It's a small island, the ideal size for the base of an organization that doesn't want to be found. The air is colder here, no longer tropical, and the thick deciduous trees that grow in increasing numbers further inland are an indisputable sign that the Bloody Barnacle is no longer in the southern hemisphere.
The Captain is first to disembark, on an abandoned beach situated on the island's southern end. The rest of the crew soon follows, relieved to be back on dry land once more. The oppressive fog brings with it a fresh breeze that smells of faint gunpowder and mulch.
"Let's hurry," Alistair calls. "These hills become much less pleasant after dark."
*I literally just got back from running errands and saw your post.*
Flynn nods and looks back at the crew. "You heard the man," he says, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. "Let's move quickly and keep our wits about us. This place has a feel to it that I'm not too keen on."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Sergei straps on his belt across his chest, then puts on goggles and leaps off the ship, landing surprisingly gracefully on his feet. Orion follows suit, putting large dents in the sand as he walks. Sergei looks fidgety and slightly nervous, but he is trying to keep his cool.
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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.
Leaving their possessions behind for the time being, the group hikes roughly half a mile into the forest before encountering an expansive cave. Several torches are anchored to the walls, casting the crew's flickering shadows across the ground. "This is where we make camp," the Captain announces. "We'll continue to the base tomorrow morning."
Damian follows silently, with a hand open, flames at the tip of fingers. His eyes darting around, empty yet observant, as if they know something is approaching. Ready and wielding destructive force, a small yellow orb in his other hand.
Flynn laughs, catching a bottle and giving Damian an exaggerated bow. "Well, at least these seagulls don't smite you for a bad performance. That's an improvement."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Damian laughs too, sheathing the rapier and bowing exaggerated kisses to the seagulls “Isn’t that right.” He sits down at a nearby table and begins messing with a deck of cards “I wonder where we’re going.”
Flynn catches the last bottle and places it carefully back in the crate. "We're headed to Australia," he says, his tone light but his eyes reflecting a deeper emotion. "Got a bit of business there. Plus, the land down under always promises an adventure or two."
He sits down across from Damian, watching him shuffle the deck of cards. "Ever been? It's a wild place, full of creatures that want to kill you. Should be fun." Flynn grins, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. "And who knows, maybe these seagulls will finally be impressed by something we do."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
He calls out. “Come in, come in!”
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
Damian opens the door walking in and taking a seat. He’s holding a bottle with a ribbon on it “Hey there Sergei. Brought a gift.”
“Never been myself. Sounds like the drink is good and the ladies are fair.” Damian grins and begins to shuffle the deck “Sounds like an adventure of its own and you know me.”
He sets down his surgical scissors and adjusts his glasses. “Did I do something to earn a gift?”
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
He places the bottle next to Sergei “Not yet, but as the ship doctor you’re going to have to deal with my repeated liver failures. I won’t die, don't worry.”
“Well thank you, then.”
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
“I was also going to make you an omelet. Then get blackout drunk.”
“I’m not hungry, though I appreciate the offer.”
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
“Well I’m off to get blackout drunk then. See you soon.” He stands up and begins to walk through the door.
“Actually, before you go, do you know any spells for locating over very large distances?”
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
“I don’t have one at the moment but I might be able to cast one tomorrow.” He steps out and to the storage area.
“I meant do you know OF any…” He says to himself when he leaves, then he goes back to stitching his arm.
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
It's a small island, the ideal size for the base of an organization that doesn't want to be found. The air is colder here, no longer tropical, and the thick deciduous trees that grow in increasing numbers further inland are an indisputable sign that the Bloody Barnacle is no longer in the southern hemisphere.
The Captain is first to disembark, on an abandoned beach situated on the island's southern end. The rest of the crew soon follows, relieved to be back on dry land once more. The oppressive fog brings with it a fresh breeze that smells of faint gunpowder and mulch.
"Let's hurry," Alistair calls. "These hills become much less pleasant after dark."
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I literally just got back from running errands and saw your post.*
Flynn nods and looks back at the crew. "You heard the man," he says, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. "Let's move quickly and keep our wits about us. This place has a feel to it that I'm not too keen on."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Sergei straps on his belt across his chest, then puts on goggles and leaps off the ship, landing surprisingly gracefully on his feet. Orion follows suit, putting large dents in the sand as he walks. Sergei looks fidgety and slightly nervous, but he is trying to keep his cool.
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
Leaving their possessions behind for the time being, the group hikes roughly half a mile into the forest before encountering an expansive cave. Several torches are anchored to the walls, casting the crew's flickering shadows across the ground. "This is where we make camp," the Captain announces. "We'll continue to the base tomorrow morning."
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Damian follows silently, with a hand open, flames at the tip of fingers. His eyes darting around, empty yet observant, as if they know something is approaching. Ready and wielding destructive force, a small yellow orb in his other hand.