"Volstadt the Pitmaster and... well, most only know the names of three of the vice-chefs, so it would be unfair for me to tell you the other one, wouldn't it?"
He stifles a smirk. He doesn't seem to be messing with her, just secretive.
She chuckles "I suppose." she shrugs. "When are you gonna pack up and head to the next place?"
"I was thinking tomorrow. What do you think about that?"
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The orange is walking around the tavern, brandishing it’s missiles at anything that makes it nervous.
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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.
"Volstadt the Pitmaster and... well, most only know the names of three of the vice-chefs, so it would be unfair for me to tell you the other one, wouldn't it?"
He stifles a smirk. He doesn't seem to be messing with her, just secretive.
She chuckles "I suppose." she shrugs. "When are you gonna pack up and head to the next place?"
"I was thinking tomorrow. What do you think about that?"
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
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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.
"Volstadt the Pitmaster and... well, most only know the names of three of the vice-chefs, so it would be unfair for me to tell you the other one, wouldn't it?"
He stifles a smirk. He doesn't seem to be messing with her, just secretive.
She chuckles "I suppose." she shrugs. "When are you gonna pack up and head to the next place?"
"I was thinking tomorrow. What do you think about that?"
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The orange is walking around the tavern, brandishing it’s missiles at anything that makes it nervous.
"Please don't do that. Threatening patrons is not very nice."
“I’m defending myself, pal. I’m a weapon of war. It’s in my nature.”
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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 smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
"I just gotta talk with it. It won't be pleasant, though."
"Need any help? I aint good with my mind but I can be there if things go south"
"You can't fight a Vice-Chef. These guys are bad news. I've seen people try to take them on before. It wasn't pretty. Actually, Pheric might just leave if you attack it. It's like that. So yeah, it'd be good if you were by my side for this."
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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.
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
"I just gotta talk with it. It won't be pleasant, though."
"Need any help? I aint good with my mind but I can be there if things go south"
"You can't fight a Vice-Chef. These guys are bad news. I've seen people try to take them on before. It wasn't pretty. Actually, Pheric might just leave if you attack it. It's like that. So yeah, it'd be good if you were by my side for this."
She nods and salutes "Aye aye Captain" She grins.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
*Dagummit. I won't actually be able to run this right now because I have to leave. Just know it's there and I will repost it again when I actually have the time. Sorry about that.*
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
Nat looks over at it, curious. She walks over, careful to avoid the deeper pits of mud and such.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
*This is like Christmas for me. Thank you!*
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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.
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The orange is walking around the tavern, brandishing it’s missiles at anything that makes it nervous.
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 smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Please don't do that. Threatening patrons is not very nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I’m defending myself, pal. I’m a weapon of war. It’s in my nature.”
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
Nat walks over, crossing her metal arms in front of her. "Want me to take care of 'im Grost?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I just gotta talk with him. It won't be pleasant, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The war is over. Has been for 20 years. Behave yourself or I'll treat you like how restauranteurs are supposed to treat oranges."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Need any help? I aint good with my mind but I can be there if things go south"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You can't fight a Vice-Chef. These guys are bad news. I've seen people try to take them on before. It wasn't pretty. Actually, Pheric might just leave if you attack it. It's like that. So yeah, it'd be good if you were by my side for this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She nods and salutes "Aye aye Captain" She grins.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He receives a frozen gerbil.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll try my hand at an encounter here.*
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
*Dagummit. I won't actually be able to run this right now because I have to leave. Just know it's there and I will repost it again when I actually have the time. Sorry about that.*
Nat looks over at it, curious. She walks over, careful to avoid the deeper pits of mud and such.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*This is like Christmas for me. Thank you!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Nat is checking everything around the shop, getting ready.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The roc is sipping another soda
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
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