A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
The two newcomers sense something watching them. When they check around themselves, they catch the glint of a blue eye in the dark corner of the theater.
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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.
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 tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
The tall man gives a forced smile. “Ah, pleasure to meet you…I guess.” He eyes michaelangelo for a moment before continuing “You can call me King. Or Sire. Or any other form of royal nobility.”
The floating creature gives a loud cackle “Hah! Don’t be fooled by him, he’s just embarrassed by his name. His name is Raphael, and be sure to call him that. It makes him angry.”
"Hm. Raphael?.. like the angel?" He asks, tilting his head "Nevermind, you most likely aren't."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
The two newcomers sense something watching them. When they check around themselves, they catch the glint of a blue eye in the dark corner of the theater.
“Boss, you see that?” The floating creature whispers
The man gives a slow nod, stepping back, his mood taking a sudden shift from bored to nervous. “Yes, I do. Who goes there?”
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little 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.
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
The tall man gives a forced smile. “Ah, pleasure to meet you…I guess.” He eyes michaelangelo for a moment before continuing “You can call me King. Or Sire. Or any other form of royal nobility.”
The floating creature gives a loud cackle “Hah! Don’t be fooled by him, he’s just embarrassed by his name. His name is Raphael, and be sure to call him that. It makes him angry.”
"Hm. Raphael?.. like the angel?" He asks, tilting his head "Nevermind, you most likely aren't."
Raphael blushes slightly and jerks his thumb backwards at the floating creature. “He’s the angel here.”
the angel creature flips upside down, leaning close to Raphael’s ear. “Aww, how sweet.” He purrs, enjoying the look of discontent on his sidekicks face.
Raphael swats angrily at the angel. “Cut it out, Kaf. You know what I mean.”
Kaf gives a heavy sigh and moves away from Raphael’s ear. “It’s not my fault I was exiled. Angel laws are so strict.”
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
The tall man gives a forced smile. “Ah, pleasure to meet you…I guess.” He eyes michaelangelo for a moment before continuing “You can call me King. Or Sire. Or any other form of royal nobility.”
The floating creature gives a loud cackle “Hah! Don’t be fooled by him, he’s just embarrassed by his name. His name is Raphael, and be sure to call him that. It makes him angry.”
"Hm. Raphael?.. like the angel?" He asks, tilting his head "Nevermind, you most likely aren't."
Raphael blushes slightly and jerks his thumb backwards at the floating creature. “He’s the angel here.”
the angel creature flips upside down, leaning close to Raphael’s ear. “Aww, how sweet.” He purrs, enjoying the look of discontent on his sidekicks face.
Raphael swats angrily at the angel. “Cut it out, Kaf. You know what I mean.”
Kaf gives a heavy sigh and moves away from Raphael’s ear. “It’s not my fault I was exiled. Angel laws are so strict.”
Michaelangelo tilts his head again but shrugs. "If y'all are here for a show, at next one will be in fifteen minutes. If not, help out the people round here, gods know we need it."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A tall figure steps forward, looking around with a look of heavy distaste on his face, like he had just swallowed a lime. His hair is a strange color, like a dark lavender with a slight touch of red. Shoulder length and spiky, three golden pens on either side hold up his hair in pigtails, his remaining hair curling upwards at the base of his neck. His eyes are thin and slanted, red tinted iris looking lazily about the space. His outfit can hardly fall short of dramatic, his top resembling that of a shortly cut shirt with embroidered gold designs and wide shoulders. Underneath he wears a black turtle neck that hugs his skin tightly, his neck muscles visible from beneath. A long flowing half cape is tied about his waste — a blue that seems to stand out, despite the dim lighting. With strong arms and a smooth yet hardened face, he could not be more different from the hovering golden creature next to him.
The creature is small — glowing hair spiked upwards, completely dismissing the rules of gravity. Large eyes with electric blue pupils dart around, shifting and changing forms to match whatever he is looking at. A halo floats above his head, buzzing and bobbing. A white cloth is wrapped around his body, a brown belt with a gold circle stuck to the side. On each of his shoulders sits light armor that seems to not even touch his skin. His forearms are wrapped tightly with leather armor too, seeming more for show than for actual defense. He has two wings behind him that flap rather excessively, tiny compared to his body.
“I think it’s stupid,” the floating creature says, his voice sounding nasally.
“You think everything is stupid,” the man replies.
Michaelangelo appears and waves "Hello there! Pleasure to meet you. I am Michaelangelo, the owner of this Theatre!" He smiles.
The tall man gives a forced smile. “Ah, pleasure to meet you…I guess.” He eyes michaelangelo for a moment before continuing “You can call me King. Or Sire. Or any other form of royal nobility.”
The floating creature gives a loud cackle “Hah! Don’t be fooled by him, he’s just embarrassed by his name. His name is Raphael, and be sure to call him that. It makes him angry.”
"Hm. Raphael?.. like the angel?" He asks, tilting his head "Nevermind, you most likely aren't."
Raphael blushes slightly and jerks his thumb backwards at the floating creature. “He’s the angel here.”
the angel creature flips upside down, leaning close to Raphael’s ear. “Aww, how sweet.” He purrs, enjoying the look of discontent on his sidekicks face.
Raphael swats angrily at the angel. “Cut it out, Kaf. You know what I mean.”
Kaf gives a heavy sigh and moves away from Raphael’s ear. “It’s not my fault I was exiled. Angel laws are so strict.”
Michaelangelo tilts his head again but shrugs. "If y'all are here for a show, at next one will be in fifteen minutes. If not, help out the people round here, gods know we need it."
Raphael wrinkles his nose in disgust. “And dirty these fine clothes? I think not.”
Kaf rolls his eyes. “Ignore him, he thinks he’s some fashion icon or whatever. He’s harmless, really.” Kaf blinks and adds, “well, unless you mess up his clothes. That’s when he enters crazy mode. Killed an entire town once cause a drunk man vomitted on his outfit.”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
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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 tall monster places his brittle-feeling hand into the tiefling's, pumping it twice with a tremendous amount of force for just a handshake.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" The figure's pitch-black eyes look to the organic violin. "Oh, my! Incredible! Another wielder of the biological arts! How simply exquisite!"
Cerberus looks to it and throws it in the air, where it shrinks to a single seed, which he catches.
“Thanks. Do you want a performance?”
Gregor grins, revealing his many, crooked teeth in the too-wide mouth below his mask. "Oh, I wouldn't want to wear out a future star! You are incredible, but I want to wait until you're settled in before I start calling shots!"
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.
*oops. Didn’t see this.*
The Tiefling smiles and gives a bow, followed by the human girl, who is reluctantly followed by the gnome, still in a foul mood. The girl is the first to speak. “Hello. I am Kasha, the Tiefling is named Cerberus, and our grumpy friend is Ternikus. We heard that you may be hiring?”
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
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
The tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
The tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
The boy flips upside down in the air and grins. His blue eye glows again. “Casey. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake Kaf’s, but retracts it. “Just kidding. Don’t shake my hand.”
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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.
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
The tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
The boy flips upside down in the air and grins. His blue eye glows again. “Casey. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake Kaf’s, but retracts it. “Just kidding. Don’t shake my hand.”
Kaf blinks. “Uh, okay then.” He eyes the boy for a second before grinning. “You seem like a trouble maker. I’m a trouble maker myself. Got kicked out of ‘Angel Club’, as I like to call it. You know, this thing on my head?” Kaf reaches up and flicks his halo. It wobbles for a second before resuming its original position. “-this thing isn’t legit. Got some guy to instal a magnet whatever in my head. All for show. I generally don’t tell others that, but chaos causers have a mutual trust, you know?”
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
The tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
The boy flips upside down in the air and grins. His blue eye glows again. “Casey. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake Kaf’s, but retracts it. “Just kidding. Don’t shake my hand.”
Kaf blinks. “Uh, okay then.” He eyes the boy for a second before grinning. “You seem like a trouble maker. I’m a trouble maker myself. Got kicked out of ‘Angel Club’, as I like to call it. You know, this thing on my head?” Kaf reaches up and flicks his halo. It wobbles for a second before resuming its original position. “-this thing isn’t legit. Got some guy to instal a magnet whatever in my head. All for show. I generally don’t tell others that, but chaos causers have a mutual trust, you know?”
“I’d agree with ya, if I had a sense of respect.” Casey’s blue eye glows twice at the amount of details he was just told. He grins, his smile is unsettling.
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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.
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
The tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
The boy flips upside down in the air and grins. His blue eye glows again. “Casey. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake Kaf’s, but retracts it. “Just kidding. Don’t shake my hand.”
Kaf blinks. “Uh, okay then.” He eyes the boy for a second before grinning. “You seem like a trouble maker. I’m a trouble maker myself. Got kicked out of ‘Angel Club’, as I like to call it. You know, this thing on my head?” Kaf reaches up and flicks his halo. It wobbles for a second before resuming its original position. “-this thing isn’t legit. Got some guy to instal a magnet whatever in my head. All for show. I generally don’t tell others that, but chaos causers have a mutual trust, you know?”
“I’d agree with ya, if I had a sense of respect.” Casey’s blue eye glows twice at the amount of details he was just told. He grins, his smile is unsettling.
Kaf frowns, slightly disappointed. “Hm, so flattery doesn’t work on you, huh?” He chuckles and gestures towards Raphael. “This man loves flattery. Spoil him with compliments and he’ll give ya anything you want. Just don’t mess with his clothing, okay? Things will get ugly fast.”
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little jester.
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
The tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
The boy flips upside down in the air and grins. His blue eye glows again. “Casey. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake Kaf’s, but retracts it. “Just kidding. Don’t shake my hand.”
Kaf blinks. “Uh, okay then.” He eyes the boy for a second before grinning. “You seem like a trouble maker. I’m a trouble maker myself. Got kicked out of ‘Angel Club’, as I like to call it. You know, this thing on my head?” Kaf reaches up and flicks his halo. It wobbles for a second before resuming its original position. “-this thing isn’t legit. Got some guy to instal a magnet whatever in my head. All for show. I generally don’t tell others that, but chaos causers have a mutual trust, you know?”
“I’d agree with ya, if I had a sense of respect.” Casey’s blue eye glows twice at the amount of details he was just told. He grins, his smile is unsettling.
Kaf frowns, slightly disappointed. “Hm, so flattery doesn’t work on you, huh?” He chuckles and gestures towards Raphael. “This man loves flattery. Spoil him with compliments and he’ll give ya anything you want. Just don’t mess with his clothing, okay? Things will get ugly fast.”
Casey grins and appears behind Raphael, brushing his cropped shirt. His blue eye is now maintaining a dim glow. He turns back to Kaf and stares at his eyes.
*Kaf needs to make a DC 19 Wis Saving throw, on a fail Casey learns of two details of his past.*
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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.
TRON LIVES
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The two newcomers sense something watching them. When they check around themselves, they catch the glint of a blue eye in the dark corner of the theater.
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
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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.
TRON LIVES
"Hm. Raphael?.. like the angel?" He asks, tilting his head "Nevermind, you most likely aren't."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Boss, you see that?” The floating creature whispers
The man gives a slow nod, stepping back, his mood taking a sudden shift from bored to nervous. “Yes, I do. Who goes there?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*Quote cut*
Something from the darkness speaks, their voice is a whisper in the duo’s heads. I’m just a little 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
Raphael blushes slightly and jerks his thumb backwards at the floating creature. “He’s the angel here.”
the angel creature flips upside down, leaning close to Raphael’s ear. “Aww, how sweet.” He purrs, enjoying the look of discontent on his sidekicks face.
Raphael swats angrily at the angel. “Cut it out, Kaf. You know what I mean.”
Kaf gives a heavy sigh and moves away from Raphael’s ear. “It’s not my fault I was exiled. Angel laws are so strict.”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
The little creature gives a squeak and bulges slightly, his figure stretching like a balloon before shrinking down even smaller. The man pulls out his double swords strapped to his back and looks around, eyes alert.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Michaelangelo tilts his head again but shrugs. "If y'all are here for a show, at next one will be in fifteen minutes. If not, help out the people round here, gods know we need it."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Raphael wrinkles his nose in disgust. “And dirty these fine clothes? I think not.”
Kaf rolls his eyes. “Ignore him, he thinks he’s some fashion icon or whatever. He’s harmless, really.” Kaf blinks and adds, “well, unless you mess up his clothes. That’s when he enters crazy mode. Killed an entire town once cause a drunk man vomitted on his outfit.”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Casey floats out from the darkness. (You know what he looks like.) And grins. “No need for hostility, pal.” His blue eye glows briefly.
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
*im gonna go offline for a little bit, I’ll be back sometime this evening probably. Can’t wait!! ^^*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Cerberus gives another thumbs up and walks off
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
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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 tall man hesitates for a second before putting away his swords. “My apologies,” he says, trying to resume his bored and aloof composure from before. “I guess this…freak show…or whatever…has me a big on edge.”
The floating creature returns to his normal size. “Excuse Raphael, he’s always been rude. I’m Kaf. And you are…?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
The boy flips upside down in the air and grins. His blue eye glows again. “Casey. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake Kaf’s, but retracts it. “Just kidding. Don’t shake my hand.”
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
Kaf blinks. “Uh, okay then.” He eyes the boy for a second before grinning. “You seem like a trouble maker. I’m a trouble maker myself. Got kicked out of ‘Angel Club’, as I like to call it. You know, this thing on my head?” Kaf reaches up and flicks his halo. It wobbles for a second before resuming its original position. “-this thing isn’t legit. Got some guy to instal a magnet whatever in my head. All for show. I generally don’t tell others that, but chaos causers have a mutual trust, you know?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“I’d agree with ya, if I had a sense of respect.” Casey’s blue eye glows twice at the amount of details he was just told. He grins, his smile is unsettling.
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
Kaf frowns, slightly disappointed. “Hm, so flattery doesn’t work on you, huh?” He chuckles and gestures towards Raphael. “This man loves flattery. Spoil him with compliments and he’ll give ya anything you want. Just don’t mess with his clothing, okay? Things will get ugly fast.”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Casey grins and appears behind Raphael, brushing his cropped shirt. His blue eye is now maintaining a dim glow. He turns back to Kaf and stares at his eyes.
*Kaf needs to make a DC 19 Wis Saving throw, on a fail Casey learns of two details of his past.*
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