“I hail from a little town, Carton Pass. I played piano for a long time, gave me mighty fast fingers. Sadly for me to say I was runnin a little low on credits, started travelin and thievin. Became what some people say was the most feared outlaw in the country wit the fastest pistols. Then I happened across Hog here with a town on his back, thought it was the perfect to settle down where I would never get caught, as my establishment is always movin ‘bout these parts.”
Durza leaned in, captivated by Buttons' tale. "Carton Pass, fastest fingers, feared outlaw – now that's quite the story. Quite the change from piano keys to pistol grips. And settlin' on Hog's back, genius move, I'd say. Keeps you one step ahead of the trouble, don't it? But there's gotta be more to it than just a good spot to avoid the hangman's noose."
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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
Jeremiah watches their proceedings, the head of a puffer in his hands, it's hatch open and body nowhere to be found, tinkering with it a bit more.
"Impressive gun you've got there. Did you make it yourself?"
“Bought the gun, but added my own modifications. Was just a normal gun before I started on it.”
"Just as good as makin' your own." He says. "Sorry you keep bein' bothered 'bout this, but may i take a look?"
“Sure.” He hands it over. It’s a pretty normal pistol, but it’s pretty hot. The inside is slathered with oil, and a small block of wood and piece of flint is inside. The steel edges are perfect for the bullet to scratch against, and the bullet is fast enough to make it spark quickly.
"It's a genius yet wonderfully simple modification. Impressive." He takes it in his mechanical right hand, the arm making small sounds of rotors and gears turning ever so slightly as two thick lenses pop out of a spot just above his right eye. They slot down one after the other in front of his mechanical eye, which slowly focuses in, and as he lets it loose, it shoots directly through the previous hole Buttons made. "What I lack in Buttons' flare and quickness I more 'n make up for in aim 'n' patient shootin." He hands the pistol back gently. "I have a few ideas for further modifications to further it's potential. If'n you want, I could help with that some time."
Realized that I only have a really flimsy description of Buttons. Here’s a better one:
A lean frame with tan skin and freckles eyes. Buttons’ brown hair swoops like the dunes of the deserts, starting in a middle part. He has a black gambler cowboy hat on but his hair is puffy enough for it to be elevated slightly. He wears a deep maroon colored suit with black belts on his hips and one across his chest. He has double black holsters on either side of his hips, which carry fancy pistols with velvet handles and silver engravings swirling around the barrels. His pants are a deep maroon, striped black on the edges, as they get to his high-heeled boots his pants fall into tethers. He has a poker hand sticking out of his left pocket, aces and eights.
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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.
“I hail from a little town, Carton Pass. I played piano for a long time, gave me mighty fast fingers. Sadly for me to say I was runnin a little low on credits, started travelin and thievin. Became what some people say was the most feared outlaw in the country wit the fastest pistols. Then I happened across Hog here with a town on his back, thought it was the perfect to settle down where I would never get caught, as my establishment is always movin ‘bout these parts.”
Durza leaned in, captivated by Buttons' tale. "Carton Pass, fastest fingers, feared outlaw – now that's quite the story. Quite the change from piano keys to pistol grips. And settlin' on Hog's back, genius move, I'd say. Keeps you one step ahead of the trouble, don't it? But there's gotta be more to it than just a good spot to avoid the hangman's noose."
“Well there’s always more to a story.” Buttons winks again. “Especially when yer traveling on the back of a shiny, black, behemoth of metal and strange fire technologies.”
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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.
"Oh no duel just a competition, Still got your matching rifle witcha?" *he lifts his rifle again to give jenkins a good look.
The minotaur lifts theirs. “Nah, forgot it at home.”
"well your lucky I brought this one" He throws an equal size, albeit less glamourous rifle thats been folded up
“Gee thanks, but I won’t be needing it. You really need to figure out what sarcasm is.”
"ah you know ive never been one for words. Heres the deal, you cheated me out of out last heist, now Im gonna ask you for it here and now Or we can do a double or nothing and finish it with a shooting competition"
“Alright, how much do I owe ya, you fiddleheaded brute.”
About 20,000 GP. It was a big bank.
He tosses over a necklace, silver with three diamonds cut to form the shape of a dragonfly. “I’ll get the other five thousand later.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
“Well there’s always more to a story.” Buttons winks again. “Especially when yer traveling on the back of a shiny, black, behemoth of metal and strange fire technologies.”
Durza chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Ain't that the truth? There's always more beneath the surface, especially when you're riding atop a metal behemoth like Hog. I reckon there's tales to be told and secrets to uncover, just like the whiskey we're drinkin'."
He raised his glass in a silent toast, the glint of curiosity shining in his eyes. "Here's to the mysteries of the Wild West and the stories yet to unfold, Buttons. May they keep us wanderin' and wonderin' for many a night to come."
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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
“Well there’s always more to a story.” Buttons winks again. “Especially when yer traveling on the back of a shiny, black, behemoth of metal and strange fire technologies.”
Durza chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Ain't that the truth? There's always more beneath the surface, especially when you're riding atop a metal behemoth like Hog. I reckon there's tales to be told and secrets to uncover, just like the whiskey we're drinkin'."
He raised his glass in a silent toast, the glint of curiosity shining in his eyes. "Here's to the mysteries of the Wild West and the stories yet to unfold, Buttons. May they keep us wanderin' and wonderin' for many a night to come."
“Ha. I doubt we’re in the west anymore, my friend. And as fer secrets, I think we’ve got plenty to uncover. What, with ancient technology awoke. after centuries and talk of a sanctuary oasis.”
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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.
The faintest voice emits from it. "I'm just the slightest bit hesitant to reveal it."
“Ah, soon. I’ve got my finger on the trigger.”
“Wait, wait, wait. We don’t go shooting nothing that we don’t know what it is.”
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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.
“Ha. I doubt we’re in the west anymore, my friend. And as fer secrets, I think we’ve got plenty to uncover. What, with ancient technology awoke. after centuries and talk of a sanctuary oasis.”
"Ain't that the truth, Buttons? Seems like we've stumbled into a whole new world of mysteries and wonders. Ancient technology, a sanctuary oasis... It's like somethin' out of a tall tale."
He took another sip of the rattlesnake whiskey. "Well, Buttons, I reckon there's no shortage of adventures to be had in this strange land. Who knows what secrets we might uncover as we ride the winds of fate, eh?"
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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
“Ha. I doubt we’re in the west anymore, my friend. And as fer secrets, I think we’ve got plenty to uncover. What, with ancient technology awoke. after centuries and talk of a sanctuary oasis.”
"Ain't that the truth, Buttons? Seems like we've stumbled into a whole new world of mysteries and wonders. Ancient technology, a sanctuary oasis... It's like somethin' out of a tall tale."
He took another sip of the rattlesnake whiskey. "Well, Buttons, I reckon there's no shortage of adventures to be had in this strange land. Who knows what secrets we might uncover as we ride the winds of fate, eh?"
“Truly, oh, and speaking of which, You plan on staying a while?”
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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.
A ship? By all our long-absent gods, how’d a ship get — ah, does it really matter? Certainly isn’t the wildest thing this bar has seen in its fifty-three years of grand customers and tip-top service.
But a ship is exactly what this odd vehicle is — a pirate ship at that! It floats freely a few feet above the ground, propelled by only a light breeze that fills its sails easily. The vessel is hardly a big ship, perhaps twenty feet from prow to mast; there are no other crew members and the ship looks as though it could hold no more than three. A cheerful dragonborn pilots the vessel, standing at the wheel and waving to the crowd of astonished onlookers. He wears sleek black armor that merges with his scales like a second skin and leaves only his face exposed to the elements.
The dragonborn leaps easily to the ground as though the action were rehearsed. He leads the ship to the nearest stable and taps a few buttons on his suit, causing it to shrink until it can fit in a stall. “Take good care of her for me, will ya?”
He chuckles to himself and heads to the bar, whistling as he does so. He has no visible firearms on his person, but an excessive amount of knives are strapped to his person on various appendages. A handaxe dangles from his hip. “Haven’t seen a drop o’ water since I left the sea three weeks ago. I’m parched. What’s a guy got to drink ‘round here?”
Durza leaned in, captivated by Buttons' tale. "Carton Pass, fastest fingers, feared outlaw – now that's quite the story. Quite the change from piano keys to pistol grips. And settlin' on Hog's back, genius move, I'd say. Keeps you one step ahead of the trouble, don't it? But there's gotta be more to it than just a good spot to avoid the hangman's noose."
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
“That’d be nice. Thanks!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Realized that I only have a really flimsy description of Buttons. Here’s a better one:
A lean frame with tan skin and freckles eyes. Buttons’ brown hair swoops like the dunes of the deserts, starting in a middle part. He has a black gambler cowboy hat on but his hair is puffy enough for it to be elevated slightly. He wears a deep maroon colored suit with black belts on his hips and one across his chest. He has double black holsters on either side of his hips, which carry fancy pistols with velvet handles and silver engravings swirling around the barrels. His pants are a deep maroon, striped black on the edges, as they get to his high-heeled boots his pants fall into tethers. He has a poker hand sticking out of his left pocket, aces and eights.
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
A faint movement and the tumbleweed looks like it's forming a 'peace' sign with a few of its branches.
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
“Ah ye are sentient. Good to know. Who are you?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Well there’s always more to a story.” Buttons winks again. “Especially when yer traveling on the back of a shiny, black, behemoth of metal and strange fire technologies.”
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
The faintest voice emits from it. "I'm just the slightest bit hesitant to reveal it."
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
He tosses over a necklace, silver with three diamonds cut to form the shape of a dragonfly. “I’ll get the other five thousand later.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Durza chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Ain't that the truth? There's always more beneath the surface, especially when you're riding atop a metal behemoth like Hog. I reckon there's tales to be told and secrets to uncover, just like the whiskey we're drinkin'."
He raised his glass in a silent toast, the glint of curiosity shining in his eyes. "Here's to the mysteries of the Wild West and the stories yet to unfold, Buttons. May they keep us wanderin' and wonderin' for many a night to come."
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
“Ah, soon. I’ve got my finger on the trigger.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Ha. I doubt we’re in the west anymore, my friend. And as fer secrets, I think we’ve got plenty to uncover. What, with ancient technology awoke. after centuries and talk of a sanctuary oasis.”
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
“Wait, wait, wait. We don’t go shooting nothing that we don’t know what it is.”
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
"That's kind of why I'm hesitant, though..."
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
“Pffffft. I’m friendly, unless I want something from ya. And now I want something.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Ain't that the truth, Buttons? Seems like we've stumbled into a whole new world of mysteries and wonders. Ancient technology, a sanctuary oasis... It's like somethin' out of a tall tale."
He took another sip of the rattlesnake whiskey. "Well, Buttons, I reckon there's no shortage of adventures to be had in this strange land. Who knows what secrets we might uncover as we ride the winds of fate, eh?"
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
"How can I be sure you won't shoot me right away? You seem slightly trigger-happy, aiming to shoot something just for having eyes."
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
“Truly, oh, and speaking of which, You plan on staying a while?”
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
“Eh, just tell me who ye are, and I’ll leave ye alone.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
A ship? By all our long-absent gods, how’d a ship get — ah, does it really matter? Certainly isn’t the wildest thing this bar has seen in its fifty-three years of grand customers and tip-top service.
But a ship is exactly what this odd vehicle is — a pirate ship at that! It floats freely a few feet above the ground, propelled by only a light breeze that fills its sails easily. The vessel is hardly a big ship, perhaps twenty feet from prow to mast; there are no other crew members and the ship looks as though it could hold no more than three. A cheerful dragonborn pilots the vessel, standing at the wheel and waving to the crowd of astonished onlookers. He wears sleek black armor that merges with his scales like a second skin and leaves only his face exposed to the elements.
The dragonborn leaps easily to the ground as though the action were rehearsed. He leads the ship to the nearest stable and taps a few buttons on his suit, causing it to shrink until it can fit in a stall. “Take good care of her for me, will ya?”
He chuckles to himself and heads to the bar, whistling as he does so. He has no visible firearms on his person, but an excessive amount of knives are strapped to his person on various appendages. A handaxe dangles from his hip. “Haven’t seen a drop o’ water since I left the sea three weeks ago. I’m parched. What’s a guy got to drink ‘round here?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*and I gtg now. Night, Button's best! Definitely didn't say a slightly changed version of what I said in the Barnacle!*
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