The sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
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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.
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
It is strong. Strong as rattlesnake venom. Hopefully he doesn't have any cuts in his mouth...
"I can't do it forever, but I can make food and drink. I usually prefer to use actual food and drink, but we're running low on supplies at the moment."
He pauses to speak as the drink hits him and he takes it in, "That's a handy skill. Most folks are low in supplies out here. This desert ain't no land of plenty."
"I know. But I can't be everywhere at once."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
*I know you’re rping with baalze but i’m dying to talk to this character…*
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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 sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
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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'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
*I know you’re rping with baalze but i’m dying to talk to this character…*
*I doubt you'll be disappointed.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
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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 sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
"Any will do."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
He nods in thanks, blue eyes fixed on your ice summoning. "Now that's a trick. Can you summon ice at will? That'd be a mighty fine skill to have out'n the desert." He takes a sip of the whiskey.
It is strong. Strong as rattlesnake venom. Hopefully he doesn't have any cuts in his mouth...
"I can't do it forever, but I can make food and drink. I usually prefer to use actual food and drink, but we're running low on supplies at the moment."
He pauses to speak as the drink hits him and he takes it in, "That's a handy skill. Most folks are low in supplies out here. This desert ain't no land of plenty."
"I know. But I can't be everywhere at once."
"I'd be surprised if you could." He finishes off his drink and lets it go down before speaking again, "If you don't mind me askin', whereabouts you from? I'd thank those symbols look to be from the place far hotter than here, but now what would a critter from hell be doin' servin' dranks in a bar?"
The sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
"Any will do."
“How ‘bout ya try my Rattlesnake whiskey?” Buttons taps the table to get Dizzy’s attention. “Two specials, Dizzy.” He then turns to the tumbleweed. “By the by, I’m Buttons.”
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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'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
*I know you’re rping with baalze but i’m dying to talk to this character…*
*Feel free to roleplay with him. I reckon I can keep track of two interactions at once.*
The sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
"Any will do."
“How ‘bout ya try my Rattlesnake whiskey?” Buttons taps the table to get Dizzy’s attention. “Two specials, Dizzy.” He then turns to the tumbleweed. “By the by, I’m Buttons.”
"I don't... Have a name."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
*I know you’re rping with baalze but i’m dying to talk to this character…*
*Feel free to roleplay with him. I reckon I can keep track of two interactions at once.*
*Hurray!*
Buttons, who has his feet on one of the tables, tips his hat to the new customer. He groans a little as he sits up straight. “We got another one. Welcome, partner.”
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 sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
"Any will do."
“How ‘bout ya try my Rattlesnake whiskey?” Buttons taps the table to get Dizzy’s attention. “Two specials, Dizzy.” He then turns to the tumbleweed. “By the by, I’m Buttons.”
"I don't... Have a name."
Buttons looks surprised at this. “Well let’s fix ya up with one, then. How’s about Twigs? Or somethin along those lines.”
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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'd be surprised if you could." He finishes off his drink and lets it go down before speaking again, "If you don't mind me askin', whereabouts you from? I'd thank those symbols look to be from the place far hotter than here, but now what would a critter from hell be doin' servin' dranks in a bar?"
"I, uh..." his nervousness finally shows through. "Um... I'd rather not answer that question right now."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sentient tumbleweed is rolling around the place, exploring.
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
It's branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
“Well, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
"Any will do."
“How ‘bout ya try my Rattlesnake whiskey?” Buttons taps the table to get Dizzy’s attention. “Two specials, Dizzy.” He then turns to the tumbleweed. “By the by, I’m Buttons.”
"I don't... Have a name."
Buttons looks surprised at this. “Well let’s fix ya up with one, then. How’s about Twigs? Or somethin along those lines.”
*Another idea: Weedly.*
"Maybe. I don't know..."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“How ‘bout ya try my Rattlesnake whiskey?” Buttons taps the table to get Dizzy’s attention. “Two specials, Dizzy.” He then turns to the tumbleweed. “By the by, I’m Buttons.”
They get their drinks quickly, and... with ice, somehow.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'd be a blot upon my Texan heritage if'n I didn't come here so here I am. I've been wanting a tavern like this for ages.*
The doors swing wide and in steps a new personage. Lively blue eyes shine out from the leathery tanned face of this cowboy. A wide brimmed hat rests upon his head black haired head and a dark mustache veils his upper lip. Dusty boots thunk on the wooden floor as he lopes across the room to the bar on his long legs. A lasso is looped into his belt and it thumps against his leg with each step he takes. An observant onlooker will notice that this lanky feller doesn't seem to carry a gun.
The stranger sits down at the bar and orders a drink.
*I know you’re rping with baalze but i’m dying to talk to this character…*
*Feel free to roleplay with him. I reckon I can keep track of two interactions at once.*
*Hurray!*
Buttons, who has his feet on one of the tables, tips his hat to the new customer. He groans a little as he sits up straight. “We got another one. Welcome, partner.”
He tips his hat in greeting and pulls up a chair, "Howdy." His mustache disguises his friendly smile but it can be seen through his eyes, "Mighty fine establishment you've got here."
*Hey Gradius. Would you mind if I introduced Crotalus, my desert god from the Universe Smorgasbord, at some point?*
A puffer runs into it and steams angrily at the tumbleweed. Buttons walks over curiously. “I never really figgered out whatchya are…”
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 branches move like it's lips as it speaks likely. "I don't know that much, myself, sir."
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
"I know. But I can't be everywhere at once."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I know you’re rping with baalze but i’m dying to talk to this character…*
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, you definitely seem to be some sort o’ tumbleweed. How ‘bout we have a talk?”
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 doubt you'll be disappointed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Over a drink? I wanna try one, but I haven't been able to reach the stools."
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
Buttons laughs heartily. “Well why didn’t ya say so?” Buttons picks up the tumbleweed and places it on one of the stools. He also sits down next to him. “What kinda drink you want?”
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
"Any will do."
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
"I'd be surprised if you could." He finishes off his drink and lets it go down before speaking again, "If you don't mind me askin', whereabouts you from? I'd thank those symbols look to be from the place far hotter than here, but now what would a critter from hell be doin' servin' dranks in a bar?"
“How ‘bout ya try my Rattlesnake whiskey?” Buttons taps the table to get Dizzy’s attention. “Two specials, Dizzy.” He then turns to the tumbleweed. “By the by, I’m Buttons.”
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
*Feel free to roleplay with him. I reckon I can keep track of two interactions at once.*
"I don't... Have a name."
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
*Hurray!*
Buttons, who has his feet on one of the tables, tips his hat to the new customer. He groans a little as he sits up straight. “We got another one. Welcome, partner.”
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
Buttons looks surprised at this. “Well let’s fix ya up with one, then. How’s about Twigs? Or somethin along those lines.”
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, uh..." his nervousness finally shows through. "Um... I'd rather not answer that question right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Another idea: Weedly.*
"Maybe. I don't know..."
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
They get their drinks quickly, and... with ice, somehow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tips his hat in greeting and pulls up a chair, "Howdy." His mustache disguises his friendly smile but it can be seen through his eyes, "Mighty fine establishment you've got here."