"Rules... I like those. They seem simple enough." Ius looks at the walls, content with where she is. Some might expect her to question the rule about going past the walls, but such a question never arises.
"Yep. Its to keep order." he then sighs. "Alright, lets show ya around." he says, motioning her to follow him
Ius follows close behind with careful, deliberate footsteps.
Alix starts to describe the Glade. As the walk by a huge dilapidated building he says, "Thats the Homestead. We sleep there, but most of us sleep outside."
Ius nods, looking at the sorry state of the building. "I see. I have no issue with sleeping outside, even if my current attire would suggest otherwise."
"Alright. Over there is the Deadheads." he points to a forest where a guy is dragging a body under a trap into the woods. "Graveyard is back there."
Ius nods again, focusing on the corpse being dragged away. "I'm curious. Forgive me for this rather bleak question, but do you use the... bodies... for those gardens over there?" She points over to the general direction of the Gardens.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"Rules... I like those. They seem simple enough." Ius looks at the walls, content with where she is. Some might expect her to question the rule about going past the walls, but such a question never arises.
"Yep. Its to keep order." he then sighs. "Alright, lets show ya around." he says, motioning her to follow him
Ius follows close behind with careful, deliberate footsteps.
Alix starts to describe the Glade. As the walk by a huge dilapidated building he says, "Thats the Homestead. We sleep there, but most of us sleep outside."
Ius nods, looking at the sorry state of the building. "I see. I have no issue with sleeping outside, even if my current attire would suggest otherwise."
"Alright. Over there is the Deadheads." he points to a forest where a guy is dragging a body under a trap into the woods. "Graveyard is back there."
Ius nods again, focusing on the corpse being dragged away. "I'm curious. Forgive me for this rather bleak question, but do you use the... bodies... for those gardens over there?" She points over to the general direction of the Gardens.
"Oh no. We use cow and other animal klunk."
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I see. Respect for the dead does overrule efficiency, after all." Ius ponders on the thought for a brief moment longer. "I suppose I can rest easy knowing I won't become plant food."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I see. Respect for the dead does overrule efficiency, after all." Ius ponders on the thought for a brief moment longer. "I suppose I can rest easy knowing I won't become plant food."
He nods. "Over there are the Gardens, and over there are the Blood Houses."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I see. Respect for the dead does overrule efficiency, after all." Ius ponders on the thought for a brief moment longer. "I suppose I can rest easy knowing I won't become plant food."
He nods. "Over there are the Gardens, and over there are the Blood Houses."
Ius gives them both a good look. "I presume the Blood Houses are where the animals are kept?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I see. Respect for the dead does overrule efficiency, after all." Ius ponders on the thought for a brief moment longer. "I suppose I can rest easy knowing I won't become plant food."
He nods. "Over there are the Gardens, and over there are the Blood Houses."
Ius gives them both a good look. "I presume the Blood Houses are where the animals are kept?"
"Yep. We raise and slaughter them there."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The sound of sirens fill the air, the titular sign that the box is coming up. Two in a month would be weird, but two in the same day? Well, there have been odder occasions as the box rises up to the dock in the centerish of the glade
The sound of sirens fill the air, the titular sign that the box is coming up. Two in a month would be weird, but two in the same day? Well, there have been odder occasions as the box rises up to the dock in the centerish of the glade
Alix sighs wearily as the Gladers gather around and open the box.
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(Lumina *Med-Jack* is running around collecting herbs and the like for medicinal remedies for any weak or wounded that she may have soon)
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Arthur, the resident cook, was a 19-year-old male. He had jet black hair and had a bloody apron on most of the time. He had barely bat an eye to the Foghorn going off. It's just another person, he thought, what's so great about it? Just means more ungrateful mouths to feed. Best thing the newbies are used for are people to pick on and poke fun at. Then, those newbies will stop being made fun of and will poke fun at the next newbie, This was the cycle.
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Arthur, the resident cook, was a 19-year-old male. He had jet black hair and had a bloody apron on most of the time. He had barely bat an eye to the Foghorn going off. It's just another person, he thought, what's so great about it? Just means more ungrateful mouths to feed. Best thing the newbies are used for are people to pick on and poke fun at. Then, those newbies will stop being made fun of and will poke fun at the next newbie, This was the cycle.
A short, slightly pudgy boy named Ryan walks up to them. "Hey Arthur, you ain't gonna greet the Newbie?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The sound of sirens fill the air, the titular sign that the box is coming up. Two in a month would be weird, but two in the same day? Well, there have been odder occasions as the box rises up to the dock in the centerish of the glade
Alix sighs wearily as the Gladers gather around and open the box.
Inside is a boy, around 16 seeming, who looks rather freaked out. He has tanned skin and dark brown hair. A pair of deep blue eyes peer up at the gladers, "U-um, hello."
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The sound of sirens fill the air, the titular sign that the box is coming up. Two in a month would be weird, but two in the same day? Well, there have been odder occasions as the box rises up to the dock in the centerish of the glade
Alix sighs wearily as the Gladers gather around and open the box.
Inside is a boy, around 16 seeming, who looks rather freaked out. He has tanned skin and dark brown hair. A pair of deep blue eyes peer up at the gladers, "U-um, hello."
Alix holds out his hand for the boy to take. "Welcome to the Glade Greenie."
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Ius nods again, focusing on the corpse being dragged away. "I'm curious. Forgive me for this rather bleak question, but do you use the... bodies... for those gardens over there?" She points over to the general direction of the Gardens.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh no. We use cow and other animal klunk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I see. Respect for the dead does overrule efficiency, after all." Ius ponders on the thought for a brief moment longer. "I suppose I can rest easy knowing I won't become plant food."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods. "Over there are the Gardens, and over there are the Blood Houses."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ius gives them both a good look. "I presume the Blood Houses are where the animals are kept?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yep. We raise and slaughter them there."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg for an hour*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yoooo, I love maze runner! I also can't decide what thing I wanna be lol*
*should I just bring in a new person if it isn't too soon and see what sticks to them?* *Maybe farmer/cook, we don't have one of those so far*
*Sure!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The sound of sirens fill the air, the titular sign that the box is coming up. Two in a month would be weird, but two in the same day? Well, there have been odder occasions as the box rises up to the dock in the centerish of the glade
Alix sighs wearily as the Gladers gather around and open the box.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Lumina *Med-Jack* is running around collecting herbs and the like for medicinal remedies for any weak or wounded that she may have soon)
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Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
A bunch of Gladers including their leader Alix are surrounding the box for the second time today
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Lumina rushes over)
"anybody hurt? what are you guys standing around for?"
*she didnt hear the foghorn things go off*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
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Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
A short, slightly pudgy boy looks up at her. "Another Greenie."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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*Yep, This seems like a Good idea.*
Arthur, the resident cook, was a 19-year-old male. He had jet black hair and had a bloody apron on most of the time. He had barely bat an eye to the Foghorn going off. It's just another person, he thought, what's so great about it? Just means more ungrateful mouths to feed. Best thing the newbies are used for are people to pick on and poke fun at. Then, those newbies will stop being made fun of and will poke fun at the next newbie, This was the cycle.
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A short, slightly pudgy boy named Ryan walks up to them. "Hey Arthur, you ain't gonna greet the Newbie?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Inside is a boy, around 16 seeming, who looks rather freaked out. He has tanned skin and dark brown hair. A pair of deep blue eyes peer up at the gladers, "U-um, hello."
(Lumina nods, and waits to see the newbie)
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R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Alix holds out his hand for the boy to take. "Welcome to the Glade Greenie."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.