Kasha is working with a shadow being (pic below) to set up a small show booth off to the side.
"Sick shadow, man."
Fuyuki approaches Kasha, smoking a cigarette. "Veeeeery interesting. How did ya make it?"
Kasha looks back at Fuyuki. “Oh this. I just can summon ‘em.” She gives a smug smile. “Perks of being the Greylock Queen, I suppose.”
"Queen, hmmm..." Fuyuki pauses, mulling the word over in her mouth. "That's extra cool. But, eh," she looks around. "What is a queen doing here?"
“Well not officially queen, I just rule.”
Fuyuki gives a snort. "Sounds pretty official to me." She wipes her nose. "So...this shadow...eh...thingy. Can I touch it?"
“There called Flashes, ironic I know. They’re pretty slimy, so I wouldn’t recommend it.” She picks up a hammer and throws it to the Flash, who starts using it to pound nails in with surprising accuracy. “Good for manual work, and other things, if you know what I mean.”
"Now you're jiving!" says the bouncing whirlwind of a man. As the music swells something seems to wash over you. All around you flash the brightly garbed figures of swingers and hepcats. They shake and rattle and roll with the music, jumping like the grounds too hot to stand on and shaking as if they were covered in ants. You see the gleam of brass instruments and the dummy's sax is joined by a chorus of trumpets, trombones, bass, drums, and more.
"A whole band?" Fuyuki hiccups, still mimicking Benji's dance. "This is awesome!" She begins to appear very breathless, panting. "A lot more...heh...work than...heh...running..."
It is exhausting but when you actually lean into the music you find it supports your weary limbs and carries you along like a powerful wind. The dancers flash in and out of existence all around you. You catch glimpses of curled horns protruding from the men's wild hair and hats and the women swirl like leaves in the wind wearing dresses as bright and lovely as a flower's petals.
"This is...heh...pretty cool...heh...but im ki-...heh...kinda tired..." Fuyuki is now frowning, eyes narrowed. She's completely breathless and turning from red to purple. "I...heh...want to...stop...heh...but I can't...heh..."
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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
Casey makes a rat spawn, then cracks his knuckles, the rat dies instantly. “I needa get back to my home plane. Only a few more seconds…”
Fuyuki makes a popping sound with her lips. "Welp, um okay then. Take your time." She nudges the dead rat with her foot. "...ew."
Casey appears behind Fuyuki and goes to punch her in the face, but his hand passes through her head. “…DAMMIT”
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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.
Kasha is working with a shadow being (pic below) to set up a small show booth off to the side.
"Sick shadow, man."
Fuyuki approaches Kasha, smoking a cigarette. "Veeeeery interesting. How did ya make it?"
Kasha looks back at Fuyuki. “Oh this. I just can summon ‘em.” She gives a smug smile. “Perks of being the Greylock Queen, I suppose.”
"Queen, hmmm..." Fuyuki pauses, mulling the word over in her mouth. "That's extra cool. But, eh," she looks around. "What is a queen doing here?"
“Well not officially queen, I just rule.”
Fuyuki gives a snort. "Sounds pretty official to me." She wipes her nose. "So...this shadow...eh...thingy. Can I touch it?"
“There called Flashes, ironic I know. They’re pretty slimy, so I wouldn’t recommend it.” She picks up a hammer and throws it to the Flash, who starts using it to pound nails in with surprising accuracy. “Good for manual work, and other things, if you know what I mean.”
Fuyuki watches the Flash in awe. "Woahhh," she breathes. "that's super duper cool. Can they kill things?"
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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
Casey makes a rat spawn, then cracks his knuckles, the rat dies instantly. “I needa get back to my home plane. Only a few more seconds…”
Fuyuki makes a popping sound with her lips. "Welp, um okay then. Take your time." She nudges the dead rat with her foot. "...ew."
Casey appears behind Fuyuki and goes to punch her in the face, but his hand passes through her head. “…DAMMIT”
Fuyuki jumps. "Woah man! Chill!" She squeaks. "I ain't doing anything bad! Sorry if I talk too much. Do I talk too much? Are you gonna kill me like you killed that rat?" She slams a hand to her mouth. "Whoopsies-"
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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
"A whole band?" Fuyuki hiccups, still mimicking Benji's dance. "This is awesome!" She begins to appear very breathless, panting. "A lot more...heh...work than...heh...running..."
It is exhausting but when you actually lean into the music you find it supports your weary limbs and carries you along like a powerful wind. The dancers flash in and out of existence all around you. You catch glimpses of curled horns protruding from the men's wild hair and hats and the women swirl like leaves in the wind wearing dresses as bright and lovely as a flower's petals.
"This is...heh...pretty cool...heh...but im ki-...heh...kinda tired..." Fuyuki is now frowning, eyes narrowed. She's completely breathless and turning from red to purple. "I...heh...want to...stop...heh...but I can't...heh..."
The music and swirling dancers continue for a while longer, carrying your worn out body past its normal limit. It builds up louder and louder until finally crashing down, trailing off into the single, lonely sound of the saxophone. You realize you had begun to dance with one of the men around you, but then he falls down limp to the ground like a ragdoll. It was the dummy. Benji has somehow gotten hold of the saxophone and he seems reluctant to let the music go, pulling it thin so that it will last just a little longer on his sax before finally it dwindles down to exhausted silence.
Casey makes a rat spawn, then cracks his knuckles, the rat dies instantly. “I needa get back to my home plane. Only a few more seconds…”
Fuyuki makes a popping sound with her lips. "Welp, um okay then. Take your time." She nudges the dead rat with her foot. "...ew."
Casey appears behind Fuyuki and goes to punch her in the face, but his hand passes through her head. “…DAMMIT”
Fuyuki jumps. "Woah man! Chill!" She squeaks. "I ain't doing anything bad! Sorry if I talk too much. Do I talk too much? Are you gonna kill me like you killed that rat?" She slams a hand to her mouth. "Whoopsies-"
Casey starts spewing a string of curses, his stitched hands are bleeding. Scratch that, his entire body is bleeding. His entire body is covered in stitches suddenly. His eyes are buttons and his mouth becomes that of a wooden puppets. Then he’s back to normal.
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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.
Kasha is working with a shadow being (pic below) to set up a small show booth off to the side.
"Sick shadow, man."
Fuyuki approaches Kasha, smoking a cigarette. "Veeeeery interesting. How did ya make it?"
Kasha looks back at Fuyuki. “Oh this. I just can summon ‘em.” She gives a smug smile. “Perks of being the Greylock Queen, I suppose.”
"Queen, hmmm..." Fuyuki pauses, mulling the word over in her mouth. "That's extra cool. But, eh," she looks around. "What is a queen doing here?"
“Well not officially queen, I just rule.”
Fuyuki gives a snort. "Sounds pretty official to me." She wipes her nose. "So...this shadow...eh...thingy. Can I touch it?"
“There called Flashes, ironic I know. They’re pretty slimy, so I wouldn’t recommend it.” She picks up a hammer and throws it to the Flash, who starts using it to pound nails in with surprising accuracy. “Good for manual work, and other things, if you know what I mean.”
Fuyuki watches the Flash in awe. "Woahhh," she breathes. "that's super duper cool. Can they kill things?"
“Quickly too. Almost like they are born with a sadistic smile plastered on their faces.” She smirks again. “But they’re pretty slow in the s u n. Have to spell it out not to scare ‘em.”
"A whole band?" Fuyuki hiccups, still mimicking Benji's dance. "This is awesome!" She begins to appear very breathless, panting. "A lot more...heh...work than...heh...running..."
It is exhausting but when you actually lean into the music you find it supports your weary limbs and carries you along like a powerful wind. The dancers flash in and out of existence all around you. You catch glimpses of curled horns protruding from the men's wild hair and hats and the women swirl like leaves in the wind wearing dresses as bright and lovely as a flower's petals.
"This is...heh...pretty cool...heh...but im ki-...heh...kinda tired..." Fuyuki is now frowning, eyes narrowed. She's completely breathless and turning from red to purple. "I...heh...want to...stop...heh...but I can't...heh..."
The music and swirling dancers continue for a while longer, carrying your worn out body past its normal limit. It builds up louder and louder until finally crashing down, trailing off into the single, lonely sound of the saxophone. You realize you had begun to dance with one of the men around you, but then he falls down limp to the ground like a ragdoll. It was the dummy. Benji has somehow gotten hold of the saxophone and he seems reluctant to let the music go, pulling it thin so that it will last just a little longer on his sax before finally it dwindles away.
Fuyuki stands there, panting, legs trembling. "what...heh...the...heh...hell..." Her voice is shaky and her vision spins. "I...I don't...heh...know if that...heh...was...heh...cool or...terrifying..."
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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
Casey makes a rat spawn, then cracks his knuckles, the rat dies instantly. “I needa get back to my home plane. Only a few more seconds…”
Fuyuki makes a popping sound with her lips. "Welp, um okay then. Take your time." She nudges the dead rat with her foot. "...ew."
Casey appears behind Fuyuki and goes to punch her in the face, but his hand passes through her head. “…DAMMIT”
Fuyuki jumps. "Woah man! Chill!" She squeaks. "I ain't doing anything bad! Sorry if I talk too much. Do I talk too much? Are you gonna kill me like you killed that rat?" She slams a hand to her mouth. "Whoopsies-"
Casey starts spewing a string of curses, his stitched hands are bleeding. Scratch that, his entire body is bleeding. His entire body is covered in stitches suddenly. His eyes are buttons and his mouth becomes that of a wooden puppets. Then he’s back to normal.
Fuyuki blinks. "Eh, is this what puberty for boys looks like?"
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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
“Quickly too. Almost like they are born with a sadistic smile plastered on their faces.” She smirks again. “But they’re pretty slow in the s u n. Have to spell it out not to scare ‘em.”
*Kinda random but whenever I see your username I wanna yell "DRAKEN-BACON!"*
Fuyuki nods. "Oo, that's actually pretty cool." She snickers. "Hah, imagine being scared of the s-u-n." She stops. "Wait I used to be scared of the s-u-n -"
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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
Casey makes a rat spawn, then cracks his knuckles, the rat dies instantly. “I needa get back to my home plane. Only a few more seconds…”
Fuyuki makes a popping sound with her lips. "Welp, um okay then. Take your time." She nudges the dead rat with her foot. "...ew."
Casey appears behind Fuyuki and goes to punch her in the face, but his hand passes through her head. “…DAMMIT”
Fuyuki jumps. "Woah man! Chill!" She squeaks. "I ain't doing anything bad! Sorry if I talk too much. Do I talk too much? Are you gonna kill me like you killed that rat?" She slams a hand to her mouth. "Whoopsies-"
Casey starts spewing a string of curses, his stitched hands are bleeding. Scratch that, his entire body is bleeding. His entire body is covered in stitches suddenly. His eyes are buttons and his mouth becomes that of a wooden puppets. Then he’s back to normal.
Fuyuki blinks. "Eh, is this what puberty for boys looks like?"
“No. This is what anger for godly beings looks like.”
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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 whole band?" Fuyuki hiccups, still mimicking Benji's dance. "This is awesome!" She begins to appear very breathless, panting. "A lot more...heh...work than...heh...running..."
It is exhausting but when you actually lean into the music you find it supports your weary limbs and carries you along like a powerful wind. The dancers flash in and out of existence all around you. You catch glimpses of curled horns protruding from the men's wild hair and hats and the women swirl like leaves in the wind wearing dresses as bright and lovely as a flower's petals.
"This is...heh...pretty cool...heh...but im ki-...heh...kinda tired..." Fuyuki is now frowning, eyes narrowed. She's completely breathless and turning from red to purple. "I...heh...want to...stop...heh...but I can't...heh..."
The music and swirling dancers continue for a while longer, carrying your worn out body past its normal limit. It builds up louder and louder until finally crashing down, trailing off into the single, lonely sound of the saxophone. You realize you had begun to dance with one of the men around you, but then he falls down limp to the ground like a ragdoll. It was the dummy. Benji has somehow gotten hold of the saxophone and he seems reluctant to let the music go, pulling it thin so that it will last just a little longer on his sax before finally it dwindles away.
Fuyuki stands there, panting, legs trembling. "what...heh...the...heh...hell..." Her voice is shaky and her vision spins. "I...I don't...heh...know if that...heh...was...heh...cool or...terrifying..."
"Heh... it was swing... that's what it was." The saxophone has vanished from his hands and he wheels about eyes closed as if savoring the music. His shirt has come untucked and his fedora is laying on the ground letting his hair fall all in his face. "Ain't it grand?"
"Must you tune that fine instrument right now? I do not wish to be rude, but I am trying to think and sometimes people don't see me due to my ailment."
He turns to face you and cocks their head to the side.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" He then begins to laugh at his little joke.
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
“No. This is what anger for godly beings looks like.”
"...right." Fuyuki stares at Casey, her face blank. Suddenly, her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Wait, are you the little ghost kid everyone's warned me about?"
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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
“Quickly too. Almost like they are born with a sadistic smile plastered on their faces.” She smirks again. “But they’re pretty slow in the s u n. Have to spell it out not to scare ‘em.”
*Kinda random but whenever I see your username I wanna yell "DRAKEN-BACON!"*
Fuyuki nods. "Oo, that's actually pretty cool." She snickers. "Hah, imagine being scared of the s-u-n." She stops. "Wait I used to be scared of the s-u-n -"
*ha, that’s funny*
“Well I guess you can relate to them. Ya mind helping? There’s a spare hammer in the bag, somewhere.” She points to a floating bag of holding, which is getting closer to you.
“No. This is what anger for godly beings looks like.”
"...right." Fuyuki stares at Casey, her face blank. Suddenly, her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Wait, are you the little ghost kid everyone's warned me about?"
“Maybe. What did they say?”
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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.
"Heh... it was swing... that's what it was." The saxophone has vanished from his hands and he wheels about eyes closed as if savoring the music. His shirt has come untucked and his fedora is laying on the ground letting his hair fall all in his face. "Ain't it grand?"
Fuyuki lifts her head, seeming have recovered. "hah, yeah. I guess so." She sets her hands on her hips. "Ya know...I'm curious to see if maybe this little dance thing improves my aim. Step back," she ushers Benji to move away.
Steeling herself, she takes a deep breath. Focusing her eyes on the dummy, Fuyuki pulls back her arm and releases. There's a gleam of metal as the knife slices through the air and-
"Damn!" She yells. "still missed." Fuyuki shakes her head. "Hm, well doesn't matter. I still had fun dancing. Thank you, Benji." She gives him a kind smile.
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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
"Must you tune that fine instrument right now? I do not wish to be rude, but I am trying to think and sometimes people don't see me due to my ailment."
He turns to face you and cocks their head to the side.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" He then begins to laugh at his little joke.
He places the violin down and breaks out into sign language.
“There called Flashes, ironic I know. They’re pretty slimy, so I wouldn’t recommend it.” She picks up a hammer and throws it to the Flash, who starts using it to pound nails in with surprising accuracy. “Good for manual work, and other things, if you know what I mean.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"This is...heh...pretty cool...heh...but im ki-...heh...kinda tired..." Fuyuki is now frowning, eyes narrowed. She's completely breathless and turning from red to purple. "I...heh...want to...stop...heh...but I can't...heh..."
(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-)
Fuyuki makes a popping sound with her lips. "Welp, um okay then. Take your time." She nudges the dead rat with her foot. "...ew."
(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 appears behind Fuyuki and goes to punch her in the face, but his hand passes through her head. “…DAMMIT”
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
Fuyuki watches the Flash in awe. "Woahhh," she breathes. "that's super duper cool. Can they kill things?"
(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-)
Fuyuki jumps. "Woah man! Chill!" She squeaks. "I ain't doing anything bad! Sorry if I talk too much. Do I talk too much? Are you gonna kill me like you killed that rat?" She slams a hand to her mouth. "Whoopsies-"
(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 music and swirling dancers continue for a while longer, carrying your worn out body past its normal limit. It builds up louder and louder until finally crashing down, trailing off into the single, lonely sound of the saxophone. You realize you had begun to dance with one of the men around you, but then he falls down limp to the ground like a ragdoll. It was the dummy. Benji has somehow gotten hold of the saxophone and he seems reluctant to let the music go, pulling it thin so that it will last just a little longer on his sax before finally it dwindles down to exhausted silence.
Casey starts spewing a string of curses, his stitched hands are bleeding. Scratch that, his entire body is bleeding. His entire body is covered in stitches suddenly. His eyes are buttons and his mouth becomes that of a wooden puppets. Then he’s back to normal.
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
“Quickly too. Almost like they are born with a sadistic smile plastered on their faces.” She smirks again. “But they’re pretty slow in the s u n. Have to spell it out not to scare ‘em.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Fuyuki stands there, panting, legs trembling. "what...heh...the...heh...hell..." Her voice is shaky and her vision spins. "I...I don't...heh...know if that...heh...was...heh...cool or...terrifying..."
(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-)
Fuyuki blinks. "Eh, is this what puberty for boys looks like?"
(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-)
*Kinda random but whenever I see your username I wanna yell "DRAKEN-BACON!"*
Fuyuki nods. "Oo, that's actually pretty cool." She snickers. "Hah, imagine being scared of the s-u-n." She stops. "Wait I used to be scared of the s-u-n -"
(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-)
“No. This is what anger for godly beings looks like.”
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
"Heh... it was swing... that's what it was." The saxophone has vanished from his hands and he wheels about eyes closed as if savoring the music. His shirt has come untucked and his fedora is laying on the ground letting his hair fall all in his face. "Ain't it grand?"
"What? Do I have something on my face?" He then begins to laugh at his little joke.
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
"...right." Fuyuki stares at Casey, her face blank. Suddenly, her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Wait, are you the little ghost kid everyone's warned me about?"
(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-)
*ha, that’s funny*
“Well I guess you can relate to them. Ya mind helping? There’s a spare hammer in the bag, somewhere.” She points to a floating bag of holding, which is getting closer to you.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Maybe. What did they say?”
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
Fuyuki lifts her head, seeming have recovered. "hah, yeah. I guess so." She sets her hands on her hips. "Ya know...I'm curious to see if maybe this little dance thing improves my aim. Step back," she ushers Benji to move away.
Steeling herself, she takes a deep breath. Focusing her eyes on the dummy, Fuyuki pulls back her arm and releases. There's a gleam of metal as the knife slices through the air and-
"Damn!" She yells. "still missed." Fuyuki shakes her head. "Hm, well doesn't matter. I still had fun dancing. Thank you, Benji." She gives him a kind smile.
(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-)
He places the violin down and breaks out into sign language.
“No. I can’t speak.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!