Tarow is pouring over an ancient looking tome, eating some tasteless looking cracker.
In the corner of their eye, they see a bony, black-wrapped hand place a plate containing a chicken-fried steak of some sort on the table, then place down the cutlery. The long claw raps against the table, then retracts.
Tarow tilts her head curiously at the claw. “What are you?”
The claw retracts to the ceiling, drawing the eye to an emaciated, spindly figure wrapped in black and wearing a mask resembling a cherubic face over where its eyes and nose probably are. "An undead. Or a fungus. Or a monster. It depends heavily on whose opinion you want." It drops down from the darkness, landing on its hands before an acrobatic flip to its feet.
"Few would call me a man, but what is a man but a miserable little pile of secrets, anyway?" It giggles, fixing its open, sleeveless duster. It holds out its hand. "Gregor, charmed to meet 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.
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
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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.
Tarow is pouring over an ancient looking tome, eating some tasteless looking cracker.
In the corner of their eye, they see a bony, black-wrapped hand place a plate containing a chicken-fried steak of some sort on the table, then place down the cutlery. The long claw raps against the table, then retracts.
Tarow tilts her head curiously at the claw. “What are you?”
The claw retracts to the ceiling, drawing the eye to an emaciated, spindly figure wrapped in black and wearing a mask resembling a cherubic face over where its eyes and nose probably are. "An undead. Or a fungus. Or a monster. It depends heavily on whose opinion you want." It drops down from the darkness, landing on its hands before an acrobatic flip to its feet.
"Few would call me a man, but what is a man but a miserable little pile of secrets, anyway?" It giggles, fixing its open, sleeveless duster. It holds out its hand. "Gregor, charmed to meet you."
Tarow tentatively shakes the hand
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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!”
The claw retracts to the ceiling, drawing the eye to an emaciated, spindly figure wrapped in black and wearing a mask resembling a cherubic face over where its eyes and nose probably are. "An undead. Or a fungus. Or a monster. It depends heavily on whose opinion you want." It drops down from the darkness, landing on its hands before an acrobatic flip to its feet.
"Few would call me a man, but what is a man but a miserable little pile of secrets, anyway?" It giggles, fixing its open, sleeveless duster. It holds out its hand. "Gregor, charmed to meet you."
Tarow tentatively shakes the hand
The bony claw feels like it could shatter if squeezed too hard. "How are you this wonderful morning? I brought you some food so you don't die of blandness overdose while studying."
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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 claw retracts to the ceiling, drawing the eye to an emaciated, spindly figure wrapped in black and wearing a mask resembling a cherubic face over where its eyes and nose probably are. "An undead. Or a fungus. Or a monster. It depends heavily on whose opinion you want." It drops down from the darkness, landing on its hands before an acrobatic flip to its feet.
"Few would call me a man, but what is a man but a miserable little pile of secrets, anyway?" It giggles, fixing its open, sleeveless duster. It holds out its hand. "Gregor, charmed to meet you."
Tarow tentatively shakes the hand
The bony claw feels like it could shatter if squeezed too hard. "How are you this wonderful morning? I brought you some food so you don't die of blandness overdose while studying."
“I… thank you.” Tarow examines the food
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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!”
Michaelangelo is with Bonnet, helping her replace lightbulbs. He is chatting with her about ticket prices and adaptions they could do to still have profit without scamming people.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Michaelangelo is with Bonnet, helping her replace lightbulbs. He is chatting with her about ticket prices and adaptions they could do to still have profit without scamming people.
Casey is sitting on one of the stage lights. “Hey, boss! When are we on?”
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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.
Michaelangelo is with Bonnet, helping her replace lightbulbs. He is chatting with her about ticket prices and adaptions they could do to still have profit without scamming people.
Casey is sitting on one of the stage lights. “Hey, boss! When are we on?”
"In a couple of hours."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
The gnome is the first to notice, and immediately summons a blood axe. “WHAT’S THERE?!?!”
The bony claw feels like it could shatter if squeezed too hard. "How are you this wonderful morning? I brought you some food so you don't die of blandness overdose while studying."
“I… thank you.” Tarow examines the food
Chicken fried-steak with some sort of red gravy and sweet potato fries. The meat itself can't be seen through the crispy coating.
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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 bony claw feels like it could shatter if squeezed too hard. "How are you this wonderful morning? I brought you some food so you don't die of blandness overdose while studying."
“I… thank you.” Tarow examines the food
Chicken fried-steak with some sort of red gravy and sweet potato fries. The meat itself can't be seen through the crispy coating.
She tastes some cautiously
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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!”
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
The gnome is the first to notice, and immediately summons a blood axe. “WHAT’S THERE?!?!”
The person speaks, but their voice is a whisper in the gnome’s head. Nothin but a jester.
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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 bony claw feels like it could shatter if squeezed too hard. "How are you this wonderful morning? I brought you some food so you don't die of blandness overdose while studying."
“I… thank you.” Tarow examines the food
Chicken fried-steak with some sort of red gravy and sweet potato fries. The meat itself can't be seen through the crispy coating.
She tastes some cautiously
The meat juices glitter like liquid diamonds as the steak is cut. The meat is alabaster-white, and glorious fatty marbling looks like it's made of gold.
The meat is juicy and sweet, not too tough, but it has a good chew to it. The gravy has sour and bitter notes, balancing the strange sweetness of the steak.
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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.
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
Michaelangelo appears and bows "Howdy and welcome to the Traveling Theatre! Pleasure to meet ya. I'm Michaelangelo, the owner." He extends a paw.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The dhampir is sleeping in a hammock which he seems to have suspended between the two rows of stage lights. He looks happy, but also looks to be in great physical pain.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
The gnome is the first to notice, and immediately summons a blood axe. “WHAT’S THERE?!?!”
The person speaks, but their voice is a whisper in the gnome’s head. Nothin but a jester.
“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?!?! GET OUT OF THE SHADOW!”
“Calm down you idiot. Who are you talking too?” Replies the girl.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A stag horned Tiefling enters amazed by the dazzle of the theatre followed by a short, even by gnome standards, and pale gnome who doesn’t look like he wants to be hear, and a black haired female human with intricately patterned tattoos all over their body. She speaks in an energetic yet calm voice,“You sure they’re hiring, Cerberus?”
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
The gnome is the first to notice, and immediately summons a blood axe. “WHAT’S THERE?!?!”
The person speaks, but their voice is a whisper in the gnome’s head. Nothin but a jester.
“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?!?! GET OUT OF THE SHADOW!”
“Calm down you idiot. Who are you talking too?” Replies the girl.
The figure moves out of the shadows. He is a young boy with messy black hair and a deathly pale face. One of his eyes is bright blue, the other is neon orange. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a maroon and purple jester outfit, minus the hat. He’s floating upside down in the air. “There, happy now?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
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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.
Valentine walks up and watches, a strange tilt to her head
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The claw retracts to the ceiling, drawing the eye to an emaciated, spindly figure wrapped in black and wearing a mask resembling a cherubic face over where its eyes and nose probably are. "An undead. Or a fungus. Or a monster. It depends heavily on whose opinion you want." It drops down from the darkness, landing on its hands before an acrobatic flip to its feet.
"Few would call me a man, but what is a man but a miserable little pile of secrets, anyway?" It giggles, fixing its open, sleeveless duster. It holds out its hand. "Gregor, charmed to meet you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
From the darkness of the corner of the theater, two eyes glint towards the party. One blue, the other orange.
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
Tarow tentatively shakes the hand
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."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
The bony claw feels like it could shatter if squeezed too hard. "How are you this wonderful morning? I brought you some food so you don't die of blandness overdose while studying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I… thank you.” Tarow examines the food
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."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Michaelangelo is with Bonnet, helping her replace lightbulbs. He is chatting with her about ticket prices and adaptions they could do to still have profit without scamming people.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Casey is sitting on one of the stage lights. “Hey, boss! When are we on?”
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
"In a couple of hours."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The gnome is the first to notice, and immediately summons a blood axe. “WHAT’S THERE?!?!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Chicken fried-steak with some sort of red gravy and sweet potato fries. The meat itself can't be seen through the crispy coating.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She tastes some cautiously
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."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
The person speaks, but their voice is a whisper in the gnome’s head. Nothin but a jester.
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 meat juices glitter like liquid diamonds as the steak is cut. The meat is alabaster-white, and glorious fatty marbling looks like it's made of gold.
The meat is juicy and sweet, not too tough, but it has a good chew to it. The gravy has sour and bitter notes, balancing the strange sweetness of the steak.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Michaelangelo appears and bows "Howdy and welcome to the Traveling Theatre! Pleasure to meet ya. I'm Michaelangelo, the owner." He extends a paw.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*good morrow me hearties*
The dhampir is sleeping in a hammock which he seems to have suspended between the two rows of stage lights. He looks happy, but also looks to be in great physical pain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?!?! GET OUT OF THE SHADOW!”
“Calm down you idiot. Who are you talking too?” Replies the girl.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The figure moves out of the shadows. He is a young boy with messy black hair and a deathly pale face. One of his eyes is bright blue, the other is neon orange. Underneath his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a maroon and purple jester outfit, minus the hat. He’s floating upside down in the air. “There, happy now?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
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
Valentine walks up and watches, a strange tilt to her head
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Gregor is conducting a song between shows, supposedly a song that he (at least partially) wrote himself. It has a sort of jazzy Broadway style to it.
"You'll never find me!
You would never try to see,
Past the actors on the stage!
I can't control it, and I just know it
Doesn't matter what goes on the page!
I can't remember, never seen a play where the plot aligns elegantly!
I'm out there somewhere, rotting in the nowhere,
But you'll never listen to me!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.