His shoulders sag and a weary sigh escapes his lips, "Yes... at least I thought so."
*Sorry, did you miss this?*
*oh yeah, sorry*
”honestly, I’m not even sure anymore. How long have you been here?”
His sagging shoulders shrug, "I don't think I've been here long. Barely even a day. But I have been buried for a long time."
“Buried?”
He nods, "Ever since the cave in. I don't really know how long I have been down here with the knockers. How about you?"
“I’ve been here for at least two years.”
He whistles, "That's a long time. Do you still make toys?''
“I try to. They keep taking away my tools.”
His brow furrows, "Why would -koff koff- they do that? And who are they? The knockers?"
“The people who work here. They say that, ‘oh, it’s too dangerous for him to have those tools, he could hurt someone!” He has made a lot of progress in the wood he’s carving. It’s starting to look roughly like a Marionette doll.
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
It seems to be a golden sun. Your approach catches the attention of the miner who looks up at you with a sunken gaze, "Another one? I'm sorry."
They look confused
"I'd tell you my name, but I can't seem to find it. Do you have one?" He says looking up at you from where he is seated.
"we have a few. depends on who's in charge"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
His shoulders sag and a weary sigh escapes his lips, "Yes... at least I thought so."
*Sorry, did you miss this?*
*oh yeah, sorry*
”honestly, I’m not even sure anymore. How long have you been here?”
His sagging shoulders shrug, "I don't think I've been here long. Barely even a day. But I have been buried for a long time."
“Buried?”
He nods, "Ever since the cave in. I don't really know how long I have been down here with the knockers. How about you?"
“I’ve been here for at least two years.”
He whistles, "That's a long time. Do you still make toys?''
“I try to. They keep taking away my tools.”
His brow furrows, "Why would -koff koff- they do that? And who are they? The knockers?"
“The people who work here. They say that, ‘oh, it’s too dangerous for him to have those tools, he could hurt someone!” He has made a lot of progress in the wood he’s carving. It’s starting to look roughly like a Marionette doll.
"I'm sorry, that's awful." His eyes idly watch your carving, "Who are you making?"
His shoulders sag and a weary sigh escapes his lips, "Yes... at least I thought so."
*Sorry, did you miss this?*
*oh yeah, sorry*
”honestly, I’m not even sure anymore. How long have you been here?”
His sagging shoulders shrug, "I don't think I've been here long. Barely even a day. But I have been buried for a long time."
“Buried?”
He nods, "Ever since the cave in. I don't really know how long I have been down here with the knockers. How about you?"
“I’ve been here for at least two years.”
He whistles, "That's a long time. Do you still make toys?''
“I try to. They keep taking away my tools.”
His brow furrows, "Why would -koff koff- they do that? And who are they? The knockers?"
“The people who work here. They say that, ‘oh, it’s too dangerous for him to have those tools, he could hurt someone!” He has made a lot of progress in the wood he’s carving. It’s starting to look roughly like a Marionette doll.
"I'm sorry, that's awful." His eyes idly watch your carving, "Who are you making?"
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
It seems to be a golden sun. Your approach catches the attention of the miner who looks up at you with a sunken gaze, "Another one? I'm sorry."
They look confused
"I'd tell you my name, but I can't seem to find it. Do you have one?" He says looking up at you from where he is seated.
"we have a few. depends on who's in charge"
"What is the name for the one in charge right now?"
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
He laughs, "Well that's not something you see every day."
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
It seems to be a golden sun. Your approach catches the attention of the miner who looks up at you with a sunken gaze, "Another one? I'm sorry."
They look confused
"I'd tell you my name, but I can't seem to find it. Do you have one?" He says looking up at you from where he is seated.
"we have a few. depends on who's in charge"
"What is the name for the one in charge right now?"
"I'm James"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
He laughs, "Well that's not something you see every day."
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
It seems to be a golden sun. Your approach catches the attention of the miner who looks up at you with a sunken gaze, "Another one? I'm sorry."
They look confused
"I'd tell you my name, but I can't seem to find it. Do you have one?" He says looking up at you from where he is seated.
"we have a few. depends on who's in charge"
"What is the name for the one in charge right now?"
"I'm James"
"Hello James, how are you?" He says with a kind but tired smile.
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
He laughs, "Well that's not something you see every day."
“Haha, yeah, it’s a neat little trick.”
"Ain't never seen a puppet dance all on its own." He scratches under his helmet, "It's a shame there ain't any young'uns here to show that to. I guess it's good that there ain't."
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
He laughs, "Well that's not something you see every day."
“Haha, yeah, it’s a neat little trick.”
"Ain't never seen a puppet dance all on its own." He scratches under his helmet, "It's a shame there ain't any young'uns here to show that to. I guess it's good that there ain't."
He grabs the puppet and it stops moving. He starts to add the finishing touches.
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
He laughs, "Well that's not something you see every day."
“Haha, yeah, it’s a neat little trick.”
"Ain't never seen a puppet dance all on its own." He scratches under his helmet, "It's a shame there ain't any young'uns here to show that to. I guess it's good that there ain't."
He grabs the puppet and it stops moving. He starts to add the finishing touches.
"Good luck on your illegal toymaking. If you find the way out, don't forget about me." He turns and begins to walk slowly away. The miniature sun orbiting him follows and darkness is left in his wake.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Rudolph the Toymaker kid is wandering around, adding the finishing touches to the marionette doll.
The kid waves at him
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“The people who work here. They say that, ‘oh, it’s too dangerous for him to have those tools, he could hurt someone!” He has made a lot of progress in the wood he’s carving. It’s starting to look roughly like a Marionette doll.
"we have a few. depends on who's in charge"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"I'm sorry, that's awful." His eyes idly watch your carving, "Who are you making?"
“Wasn’t sure when I started, but now I’m making you.”
"What is the name for the one in charge right now?"
He smiles a small sad smile, "I'm honored. You should make a little story to go with him. Tell them a little truth. Teach the kids that mining ain't the life for them and to make sure they bury their dead."
“I like that idea.” He delicately chips away at the pieces of wood that make the arms, carving them into joints that allow the puppet to bend its arms. He does the same to the legs.
”do you have any string?”
"A little," He reaches into a deep pocket and pulls out a small amount of string. "Most of it is used up, I don't know if it will be enough."
He takes the string. He attaches some to the arms and legs. Then he snaps his fingers and, as if pulled by magic, the puppet starts dancing on its own.
He laughs, "Well that's not something you see every day."
"I'm James"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“Haha, yeah, it’s a neat little trick.”
"Hello James, how are you?" He says with a kind but tired smile.
"Ain't never seen a puppet dance all on its own." He scratches under his helmet, "It's a shame there ain't any young'uns here to show that to. I guess it's good that there ain't."
He grabs the puppet and it stops moving. He starts to add the finishing touches.
"Good luck on your illegal toymaking. If you find the way out, don't forget about me." He turns and begins to walk slowly away. The miniature sun orbiting him follows and darkness is left in his wake.
*I have to go. Pleasure roleplaying with you.*
(want to rp Arch?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*sure!*
Rudolph the Toymaker kid is wandering around, adding the finishing touches to the marionette doll.
The kid waves at him
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“Oh, hi! Who are you?”