A 30-foot-tall, incredibly thin figure, with 38½-foot-long limbs, a 1-foot-long oval torso, and a spherical head covered in eyes, is walking around near the theater.
*Kas if you’re still on I’d be happy to rp with this guy.*
*I am.*
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
The figure’s many eyes catch a glint in the darkness. A glint of bright blue and neon orange. It’s somebody’s eyes.
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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.
Casey is sitting, upside down, on the ceiling of the theater. He’s flipping a coin, which somehow defies physics to return upwards to him.
Gregor clambers among the rafters like an enormous spider before seeing this. He watches the coin.
Casey notices Gregor. He turns his head and grins eerily. “Whaddawe got here?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
*Need a desc? I would also like one of Gregor*
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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 figure’s many eyes catch a glint in the darkness. A glint of bright blue and neon orange. It’s somebody’s eyes.
"Well hello. I sense power from you... What is your name?"
The person speaks with an Italian accent. “Casey.” He steps out of the shadows, or rather, floats out of the shadows. The boy looks to be from The Victorian Era. He has black messy hair and a freakishly pale face. His eyes are brightly colored, one blue, the other orange. Underneath the blue eye is a painted tear drop. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, minus the hat. His boots are large and his sleeves are cuffed. He’s floating in the air in a lounging position.
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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 claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Michaelangelo claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Casey drops down from the ceiling and lands next to Michaelangelo. “I want an act. I can make illusions. I can do about anything.”
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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.
Casey is sitting, upside down, on the ceiling of the theater. He’s flipping a coin, which somehow defies physics to return upwards to him.
Gregor clambers among the rafters like an enormous spider before seeing this. He watches the coin.
Casey notices Gregor. He turns his head and grins eerily. “Whaddawe got here?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
*Need a desc? I would also like one of Gregor*
"Nothing of note."
*Nope! At least, I don't think so.* *A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask. His mask is too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony, black-wrapped pelvis. Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.*
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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.
Casey is sitting, upside down, on the ceiling of the theater. He’s flipping a coin, which somehow defies physics to return upwards to him.
Gregor clambers among the rafters like an enormous spider before seeing this. He watches the coin.
Casey notices Gregor. He turns his head and grins eerily. “Whaddawe got here?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
*Need a desc? I would also like one of Gregor*
"Nothing of note."
*Nope! At least, I don't think so.* *A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask. His mask is too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony, black-wrapped pelvis. Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.*
Casey’s blue eye flashes. “Gregor. I’m Casey.”
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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 claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Casey drops down from the ceiling and lands next to Michaelangelo. “I want an act. I can make illusions. I can do about anything.”
"We can do that as long as you don't burn anything." He huffs, folding his arms.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Michaelangelo claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Gregor drops from the rafters into a crouch, before bowing even lower. "I was a famed Noh performer, but your theater seems to have a different style. I will gladly remain a stage hand until I learn your routine enough to emulate it."
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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.
Michaelangelo claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Casey drops down from the ceiling and lands next to Michaelangelo. “I want an act. I can make illusions. I can do about anything.”
"We can do that as long as you don't burn anything." He huffs, folding his arms.
“I ain’t a pyromaniac, Mikey. I’ll improvise an act. You paying me or I’m paying you?”
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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 claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Gregor drops from the rafters into a crouch, before bowing even lower. "I was a famed Noh performer, but your theater seems to have a different style. I will gladly remain a stage hand until I learn your routine enough to emulate it."
"You know anything about looking at someone's thoughts?" Michaelangelo asks, tilting his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Nope! At least, I don't think so.* *A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask. His mask is too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony, black-wrapped pelvis. Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.*
Casey’s blue eye flashes. “Gregor. I’m Casey.”
"Ah. I see. A mind reader. A psychic cannibal. Pleasure to meet you, Casey."
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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.
*Nope! At least, I don't think so.* *A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask. His mask is too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony, black-wrapped pelvis. Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.*
Casey’s blue eye flashes. “Gregor. I’m Casey.”
"Ah. I see. A mind reader. A psychic cannibal. Pleasure to meet you, Casey."
“I wouldn’t say I’m a mind cannibal. It’s all part of the gig.” Casey flips upside down in the air. “How did you get those powers?”
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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 claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Gregor drops from the rafters into a crouch, before bowing even lower. "I was a famed Noh performer, but your theater seems to have a different style. I will gladly remain a stage hand until I learn your routine enough to emulate it."
"You know anything about looking at someone's thoughts?" Michaelangelo asks, tilting his head.
"I'm afraid not. I am a hunter by trade, though, so I can read the intent of animals by observing them. I'm not sure if that helps at all."
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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.
Michaelangelo claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Casey drops down from the ceiling and lands next to Michaelangelo. “I want an act. I can make illusions. I can do about anything.”
"We can do that as long as you don't burn anything." He huffs, folding his arms.
“I ain’t a pyromaniac, Mikey. I’ll improvise an act. You paying me or I’m paying you?”
"I'm paying you if I like it."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Michaelangelo claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
Casey drops down from the ceiling and lands next to Michaelangelo. “I want an act. I can make illusions. I can do about anything.”
"We can do that as long as you don't burn anything." He huffs, folding his arms.
“I ain’t a pyromaniac, Mikey. I’ll improvise an act. You paying me or I’m paying you?”
"I'm paying you if I like it."
“You mentioned mind reading to Gregor. That’s my specialty. Besides one other thing.” Casey’s 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.
*I am.*
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."
The figure’s many eyes catch a glint in the darkness. A glint of bright blue and neon orange. It’s somebody’s eyes.
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
Gregor clambers among the rafters like an enormous spider before seeing this. He watches the coin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Casey notices Gregor. He turns his head and grins eerily. “Whaddawe got here?” He speaks with an Italian accent.
*Need a desc? I would also like one of Gregor*
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 hello. I sense power from you... What is your name?"
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."
The person speaks with an Italian accent. “Casey.” He steps out of the shadows, or rather, floats out of the shadows. The boy looks to be from The Victorian Era. He has black messy hair and a freakishly pale face. His eyes are brightly colored, one blue, the other orange. Underneath the blue eye is a painted tear drop. He wears a maroon and purple jester outfit, minus the hat. His boots are large and his sleeves are cuffed. He’s floating in the air in a lounging position.
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
Michaelangelo claps his hands as his rough voices booms. "Listen up kiddos! We got less then two hours till the show. We're gonna do a run through beforehand. If you don't know yer place, ask me. We can get ya a spot!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Casey drops down from the ceiling and lands next to Michaelangelo. “I want an act. I can make illusions. I can do about anything.”
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
"Nothing of note."
*Nope! At least, I don't think so.*
*A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask. His mask is too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony, black-wrapped pelvis. Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Casey’s blue eye flashes. “Gregor. I’m Casey.”
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
"We can do that as long as you don't burn anything." He huffs, folding his arms.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gregor drops from the rafters into a crouch, before bowing even lower. "I was a famed Noh performer, but your theater seems to have a different style. I will gladly remain a stage hand until I learn your routine enough to emulate it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I ain’t a pyromaniac, Mikey. I’ll improvise an act. You paying me or I’m paying you?”
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
"You know anything about looking at someone's thoughts?" Michaelangelo asks, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah. I see. A mind reader. A psychic cannibal. Pleasure to meet you, Casey."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I wouldn’t say I’m a mind cannibal. It’s all part of the gig.” Casey flips upside down in the air. “How did you get those powers?”
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'm afraid not. I am a hunter by trade, though, so I can read the intent of animals by observing them. I'm not sure if that helps at all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm paying you if I like it."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“You mentioned mind reading to Gregor. That’s my specialty. Besides one other thing.” Casey’s 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
Gregor flips as well, hanging by his fingertips. "Decades of rapid evolution and growing eldritch fungus inside of me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.