*Bagpipes/Guitar, can't really pick which I like more.*
A gargantuan harvestman spider walks towards where the theater is, though it seems to start shrinking as it gets closer.
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Bagpipes/Guitar, can't really pick which I like more.*
A gargantuan harvestman spider walks towards where the theater is, though it seems to start shrinking as it gets closer.
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
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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.
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
He holds out a hand to let the spider climb on. "You're an interesting critter. Can you speak?"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A loud laughing can heard inside the theater. The laughing of a young man. After looking around, the source becomes clear. A young boy is sitting on top of the high curtain bar. He is swinging his feet and laughing. He is dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His shoes are painted and his sleeve and pants are cuffed. He has a tan face and black, messy hair. His left eye is a bright sky blue, his left is neon orange. Both glow brightly in the dim theater. He stands up on the curtain bar and jumps forward, flipping backward as he does, his feet in the air and his head towards the ground. He falls about 20 feet before his feet catch a rope and he starts to swing before flipping backwards and using the heavy curtains to cushion his momentum. He slides down the curtains to the ground. He lands, beaming widely with his feet together and his arms out to balance.
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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 helping a few of his staff set up a set for what appears to be a medieval village. One of the band members, a similar puppet dog with pointy ears and a chain around his neck, makes his eyes over, handing Michaelangelo files.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A loud laughing can heard inside the theater. The laughing of a young man. After looking around, the source becomes clear. A young boy is sitting on top of the high curtain bar. He is swinging his feet and laughing. He is dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His shoes are painted and his sleeve and pants are cuffed. He has a tan face and black, messy hair. His left eye is a bright sky blue, his left is neon orange. Both glow brightly in the dim theater. He stands up on the curtain bar and jumps forward, flipping backward as he does, his feet in the air and his head towards the ground. He falls about 20 feet before his feet catch a rope and he starts to swing before flipping backwards and using the heavy curtains to cushion his momentum. He slides down the curtains to the ground. He lands, beaming widely with his feet together and his arms out to balance.
Michaelangelo tilts his head, watching. "Kid, you rip em, you buy em"
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
He holds out a hand to let the spider climb on. "You're an interesting critter. Can you speak?"
It seems to shrink slightly as it gets onto his hand, and if he brings it closer to his face it will continue to do so... Yet Gregor can feel its little feet, and it feels like it should have a leg length of 2 inches.
It speaks in a deep voice, that seems to come from behind him. "Do not patronize me, mortal."
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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.
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
He holds out a hand to let the spider climb on. "You're an interesting critter. Can you speak?"
It seems to shrink slightly as it gets onto his hand, and if he brings it closer to his face it will continue to do so... Yet Gregor can feel its little feet, and it feels like it should have a leg length of 2 inches.
It speaks in a deep voice, that seems to come from behind him. "Do not patronize me, mortal."
Michaelangelo looks over, eyes narrowing. He walks over, placing his hands in his pockets "Please. Everyone is welcome here. Does not matter if you are mortal or not."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
He holds out a hand to let the spider climb on. "You're an interesting critter. Can you speak?"
It seems to shrink slightly as it gets onto his hand, and if he brings it closer to his face it will continue to do so... Yet Gregor can feel its little feet, and it feels like it should have a leg length of 2 inches.
It speaks in a deep voice, that seems to come from behind him. "Do not patronize me, mortal."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
He holds out a hand to let the spider climb on. "You're an interesting critter. Can you speak?"
It seems to shrink slightly as it gets onto his hand, and if he brings it closer to his face it will continue to do so... Yet Gregor can feel its little feet, and it feels like it should have a leg length of 2 inches.
It speaks in a deep voice, that seems to come from behind him. "Do not patronize me, mortal."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
Michaelangelo walks over and tilts his head "Wanna help me with some things kid?"
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
Michaelangelo walks over and tilts his head "Wanna help me with some things kid?"
The masked undead nods. "Yes sir."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
Michaelangelo walks over and tilts his head "Wanna help me with some things kid?"
The masked undead nods. "Yes sir."
He waves him over and points up at the ceiling. "You worked as a stage hand so I hope you know about light gels. They are little plastics we put over the lights to give em color. You think you can do that for me?" He asks.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
Michaelangelo walks over and tilts his head "Wanna help me with some things kid?"
The masked undead nods. "Yes sir."
He waves him over and points up at the ceiling. "You worked as a stage hand so I hope you know about light gels. They are little plastics we put over the lights to give em color. You think you can do that for me?" He asks.
"Yes sir! What colors will you need?"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
"I thought that mortal would be the polite way to address you. You're the first person to be kind towards me. Most simply run away in fear."
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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.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
"I thought that mortal would be the polite way to address you. You're the first person to be kind towards me. Most simply run away in fear."
"I'm sorry for misreading your intentions. I have seen much worse things in my time. I've usually eaten them. Have you ever heard the phrase 'itadakimasu,' friend?"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"I'm sorry for misreading your intentions. I have seen much worse things in my time. I've usually eaten them. Have you ever heard the phrase 'itadakimasu,' friend?"
"I can't say I have."
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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.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
Michaelangelo walks over and tilts his head "Wanna help me with some things kid?"
The masked undead nods. "Yes sir."
He waves him over and points up at the ceiling. "You worked as a stage hand so I hope you know about light gels. They are little plastics we put over the lights to give em color. You think you can do that for me?" He asks.
"Yes sir! What colors will you need?"
"Red, gold, And blue. Blue tends to be the one that burns fast before we can get another one on' he chuckles
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A loud laughing can heard inside the theater. The laughing of a young man. After looking around, the source becomes clear. A young boy is sitting on top of the high curtain bar. He is swinging his feet and laughing. He is dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His shoes are painted and his sleeve and pants are cuffed. He has a tan face and black, messy hair. His left eye is a bright sky blue, his left is neon orange. Both glow brightly in the dim theater. He stands up on the curtain bar and jumps forward, flipping backward as he does, his feet in the air and his head towards the ground. He falls about 20 feet before his feet catch a rope and he starts to swing before flipping backwards and using the heavy curtains to cushion his momentum. He slides down the curtains to the ground. He lands, beaming widely with his feet together and his arms out to balance.
Michaelangelo tilts his head, watching. "Kid, you rip em, you buy em"
“I’m not gonna rip it, Mikey. Who do ya think I am?” The kid speaks with an italian accent, although Michaelangelo doesn’t know him.
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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'm sorry for misreading your intentions. I have seen much worse things in my time. I've usually eaten them. Have you ever heard the phrase 'itadakimasu,' friend?"
"I can't say I have."
"It is a saying we have, thanking the world for its bounty and for providing us with the food we need. I require a lot of food, so it's been ingrained into my heart and soul."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"Red, gold, And blue. Blue tends to be the one that burns fast before we can get another one on' he chuckles
He looks up. "I thank the Lord for granting me Spider Climb." He scuttles up the wall.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
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Gregor was leaning against the door frame a second ago, but he seems a bit shocked by the spider, and is struggling not to fall over. "You're a good guy, right?" He calls.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
As it approaches, it continues shrinking, eventually stopping about a foot away from Gregor's foot. It seems to be normal sized now, with the legs measuring 1 inch.
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 holds out a hand to let the spider climb on. "You're an interesting critter. Can you speak?"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
A loud laughing can heard inside the theater. The laughing of a young man. After looking around, the source becomes clear. A young boy is sitting on top of the high curtain bar. He is swinging his feet and laughing. He is dressed in a purple and maroon jester outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His shoes are painted and his sleeve and pants are cuffed. He has a tan face and black, messy hair. His left eye is a bright sky blue, his left is neon orange. Both glow brightly in the dim theater. He stands up on the curtain bar and jumps forward, flipping backward as he does, his feet in the air and his head towards the ground. He falls about 20 feet before his feet catch a rope and he starts to swing before flipping backwards and using the heavy curtains to cushion his momentum. He slides down the curtains to the ground. He lands, beaming widely with his feet together and his arms out to balance.
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 helping a few of his staff set up a set for what appears to be a medieval village. One of the band members, a similar puppet dog with pointy ears and a chain around his neck, makes his eyes over, handing Michaelangelo files.
Michaelangelo tilts his head, watching. "Kid, you rip em, you buy em"
It seems to shrink slightly as it gets onto his hand, and if he brings it closer to his face it will continue to do so... Yet Gregor can feel its little feet, and it feels like it should have a leg length of 2 inches.
It speaks in a deep voice, that seems to come from behind him. "Do not patronize me, mortal."
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."
Michaelangelo looks over, eyes narrowing. He walks over, placing his hands in his pockets "Please. Everyone is welcome here. Does not matter if you are mortal or not."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend. But please be polite. I wasn't aware if you were intelligent or not, and I wanted to make sure. You agree that even if they are to be treated with the same respect, animals and individuals should be treated differently, correct?"
He looks around.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
Michaelangelo walks over and tilts his head "Wanna help me with some things kid?"
The masked undead nods. "Yes sir."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
He waves him over and points up at the ceiling. "You worked as a stage hand so I hope you know about light gels. They are little plastics we put over the lights to give em color. You think you can do that for me?" He asks.
"Yes sir! What colors will you need?"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"I thought that mortal would be the polite way to address you. You're the first person to be kind towards me. Most simply run away in fear."
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."
"I'm sorry for misreading your intentions. I have seen much worse things in my time. I've usually eaten them. Have you ever heard the phrase 'itadakimasu,' friend?"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"I can't say I have."
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."
"Red, gold, And blue. Blue tends to be the one that burns fast before we can get another one on' he chuckles
“I’m not gonna rip it, Mikey. Who do ya think I am?” The kid speaks with an italian accent, although Michaelangelo doesn’t know him.
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.
"It is a saying we have, thanking the world for its bounty and for providing us with the food we need. I require a lot of food, so it's been ingrained into my heart and soul."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
He looks up. "I thank the Lord for granting me Spider Climb." He scuttles up the wall.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can