Kraus is building a pen for the animals he herded back to the inn. He looks tired to say the least.
Eve is napping in her tattoo parlor, seeing as there are no customers at the moment.
Jack is walking around town, taking notes on every little thing he can find.
A customer enters Eve’s shop. The door wakes her up.
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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.
Eito, having finally completed the shrine, lifts it with magical force and walks in the direction of the circus. They stop a dozen or so yards from the entrance, and set the shrine in its place carefully.
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
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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
Douxgras is building a public oven. This is the third one he's built so far.
Skar is watching Douxgras. So is Casey, from a distance.
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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.
Eito, having finally completed the shrine, lifts it with magical force and walks in the direction of the circus. They stop a dozen or so yards from the entrance, and set the shrine in its place carefully.
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
“Hello. You seem embroiled in… something. Imbalanced balances. A pendulum swings, but nothing stops it.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kraus is building a pen for the animals he herded back to the inn. He looks tired to say the least.
Eve is napping in her tattoo parlor, seeing as there are no customers at the moment.
Jack is walking around town, taking notes on every little thing he can find.
Eito, clasping a small vial of faintly-glowing ink, enters the establishment. *what does eve look like?*
*5'7 Tabaxi, Sphinx Cat Lineage. She wears a sleeveless black hoodie, a white crop top, and black baggy cargo joggers. Her skin is a canvas of tattoos resembling flowers and vines.*
She looks up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She yawns "Hello, and welcome to the tattoo parlor.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kraus is building a pen for the animals he herded back to the inn. He looks tired to say the least.
Eve is napping in her tattoo parlor, seeing as there are no customers at the moment.
Jack is walking around town, taking notes on every little thing he can find.
Eito, clasping a small vial of faintly-glowing ink, enters the establishment. *what does eve look like?*
*5'7 Tabaxi, Sphinx Cat Lineage. She wears a sleeveless black hoodie, a white crop top, and black baggy cargo joggers. Her skin is a canvas of tattoos resembling flowers and vines.*
She looks up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She yawns "Hello, and welcome to the tattoo parlor.."
“The exterior is a test. An obstacle to overcome. And a tool to be used to reach the truth. I come seeking a refinement of my exterior with words I know well. This will be necessary.” They set the vial on the counter.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Eito, having finally completed the shrine, lifts it with magical force and walks in the direction of the circus. They stop a dozen or so yards from the entrance, and set the shrine in its place carefully.
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
“Hello. You seem embroiled in… something. Imbalanced balances. A pendulum swings, but nothing stops it.”
The boy stops walking and stares blankly at Eito. The angel pauses his flurry of insults and the devil even quiets her crying. The boy whispers something under his breath and the two creatures above his shoulders break out in a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors battle, resulting in the devil's win.
"I'm not totally sure I understand what you just said," the boy says, addressing Eito. "But I'm gonna make this brief before one of 'em backs outta the deal. I'm Damien. These guys control what I say and how I react to information."
Kraus is building a pen for the animals he herded back to the inn. He looks tired to say the least.
Eve is napping in her tattoo parlor, seeing as there are no customers at the moment.
Jack is walking around town, taking notes on every little thing he can find.
A customer enters Eve’s shop. The door wakes her up.
She blinks her eyes and stretches, yawning. "Hello, and welcome to my tattoo parlor.."
Nobody is there. Somebody taps her shoulder.
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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.
Eito, having finally completed the shrine, lifts it with magical force and walks in the direction of the circus. They stop a dozen or so yards from the entrance, and set the shrine in its place carefully.
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
“Hello. You seem embroiled in… something. Imbalanced balances. A pendulum swings, but nothing stops it.”
The boy stops walking and stares blankly at Eito. The angel pauses his flurry of insults and the devil even quiets her crying. The boy whispers something under his breath and the two creatures above his shoulders break out in a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors battle, resulting in the devil's win.
"I'm not totally sure I understand what you just sajd," the boy says, addressing Eito. "But I'm gonna make this brief before one of 'em backs outta the deal. I'm Damien. These guys control what I say and how I react to information."
Damien pauses and eyes the shrine. "What's that?"
“This is a symbol. A marker that this is a place safe from the influence of-“ Eito twitches violently and hisses. “HHHNnnnnnhah. Best not to speak of it. It is a shrine to the Unknowable. Will you sit and listen to a broken soul’s words, Damien?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Tiso is speaking of his friend as if he was the greatest warrior short of the five. Speaking of Zote as if he was the greatest to ever walk this world, as if he was a hero.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Eito, having finally completed the shrine, lifts it with magical force and walks in the direction of the circus. They stop a dozen or so yards from the entrance, and set the shrine in its place carefully.
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
“Hello. You seem embroiled in… something. Imbalanced balances. A pendulum swings, but nothing stops it.”
The boy stops walking and stares blankly at Eito. The angel pauses his flurry of insults and the devil even quiets her crying. The boy whispers something under his breath and the two creatures above his shoulders break out in a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors battle, resulting in the devil's win.
"I'm not totally sure I understand what you just sajd," the boy says, addressing Eito. "But I'm gonna make this brief before one of 'em backs outta the deal. I'm Damien. These guys control what I say and how I react to information."
Damien pauses and eyes the shrine. "What's that?"
“This is a symbol. A marker that this is a place safe from the influence of-“ Eito twitches violently and hisses. “HHHNnnnnnhah. Best not to speak of it. It is a shrine to the Unknowable. Will you sit and listen to a broken soul’s words, Damien?”
"Unknowable...hm." Damien frowns. "Sit and listen? That's basically my life."
The angel gives a small scoff of annoyance and the devil cries softly into her hands.
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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
Eito, having finally completed the shrine, lifts it with magical force and walks in the direction of the circus. They stop a dozen or so yards from the entrance, and set the shrine in its place carefully.
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
“Hello. You seem embroiled in… something. Imbalanced balances. A pendulum swings, but nothing stops it.”
The boy stops walking and stares blankly at Eito. The angel pauses his flurry of insults and the devil even quiets her crying. The boy whispers something under his breath and the two creatures above his shoulders break out in a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors battle, resulting in the devil's win.
"I'm not totally sure I understand what you just sajd," the boy says, addressing Eito. "But I'm gonna make this brief before one of 'em backs outta the deal. I'm Damien. These guys control what I say and how I react to information."
Damien pauses and eyes the shrine. "What's that?"
“This is a symbol. A marker that this is a place safe from the influence of-“ Eito twitches violently and hisses. “HHHNnnnnnhah. Best not to speak of it. It is a shrine to the Unknowable. Will you sit and listen to a broken soul’s words, Damien?”
"Unknowable...hm." Damien frowns. "Sit and listen? That's basically my life."
The angel gives a small scoff of annoyance and the devil cries softly into her hands.
“Then, I will tell. Perhaps the words will give you an insight.” Eito stares at their forefinger, where a point of light appears. They begin to draw symbols in the air using this light, first drawing a simple circle. “There is, first and before all, the Unknowable. The one being which exists outside of everything. It cannot be imagined, and is composed of energy. These energies are the forces of emotion and thought that exist within a soul. Each of these forms of energy are called the Essences.” Eito draws a hexagonal symbol, the Tree of Life, with eleven points. “There are ten Essences. Not nine, and not eleven. They are not gods, but shapes of revelation that the Unknowable takes when It considers Itself. In considering mortal souls, It considers a lesser form of Itself, and therefore the Essences are the makeup of the soul.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*IM AWAKE AGAIN*
*(CRAWLS OUT OF HOLE)*
Kraus is building a pen for the animals he herded back to the inn. He looks tired to say the least.
Eve is napping in her tattoo parlor, seeing as there are no customers at the moment.
Jack is walking around town, taking notes on every little thing he can find.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Douxgras is building a public oven. This is the third one he's built so far.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A customer enters Eve’s shop. The door wakes her up.
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
"...dirty stinking insufferable gross sickening hideous awful uh- vulgar foul...gross..."
A teenage boy rounds the corner, half his body covered in soot. Above his shoulders float an angel and a devil, the angel making a rather long remark on how bad the town is while the devil cries softly on the other side.
(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-)
Skar is watching Douxgras. So is Casey, from a distance.
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
Eito, clasping a small vial of faintly-glowing ink, enters the establishment. *what does eve look like?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hello. You seem embroiled in… something. Imbalanced balances. A pendulum swings, but nothing stops it.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She blinks her eyes and stretches, yawning. "Hello, and welcome to my tattoo parlor.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Douxgras looks up at Skar, says nothing, then gets back to work.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*5'7 Tabaxi, Sphinx Cat Lineage. She wears a sleeveless black hoodie, a white crop top, and black baggy cargo joggers. Her skin is a canvas of tattoos resembling flowers and vines.*
She looks up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She yawns "Hello, and welcome to the tattoo parlor.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tiso is talking about an old friend of his. He is in the Inn praising his old friend Zote the mighty.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“The exterior is a test. An obstacle to overcome. And a tool to be used to reach the truth. I come seeking a refinement of my exterior with words I know well. This will be necessary.” They set the vial on the counter.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The boy stops walking and stares blankly at Eito. The angel pauses his flurry of insults and the devil even quiets her crying. The boy whispers something under his breath and the two creatures above his shoulders break out in a best-outta-three rock-paper-scissors battle, resulting in the devil's win.
"I'm not totally sure I understand what you just said," the boy says, addressing Eito. "But I'm gonna make this brief before one of 'em backs outta the deal. I'm Damien. These guys control what I say and how I react to information."
Damien pauses and eyes the shrine. "What's that?"
(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 KNEW IT WASN’T A COINCIDENCE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Someone finally caught on!!!*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Nobody is there. Somebody taps her shoulder.
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
“This is a symbol. A marker that this is a place safe from the influence of-“ Eito twitches violently and hisses. “HHHNnnnnnhah. Best not to speak of it. It is a shrine to the Unknowable. Will you sit and listen to a broken soul’s words, Damien?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Tiso is speaking of his friend as if he was the greatest warrior short of the five. Speaking of Zote as if he was the greatest to ever walk this world, as if he was a hero.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Unknowable...hm." Damien frowns. "Sit and listen? That's basically my life."
The angel gives a small scoff of annoyance and the devil cries softly into her hands.
(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-)
“Then, I will tell. Perhaps the words will give you an insight.” Eito stares at their forefinger, where a point of light appears. They begin to draw symbols in the air using this light, first drawing a simple circle. “There is, first and before all, the Unknowable. The one being which exists outside of everything. It cannot be imagined, and is composed of energy. These energies are the forces of emotion and thought that exist within a soul. Each of these forms of energy are called the Essences.” Eito draws a hexagonal symbol, the Tree of Life, with eleven points. “There are ten Essences. Not nine, and not eleven. They are not gods, but shapes of revelation that the Unknowable takes when It considers Itself. In considering mortal souls, It considers a lesser form of Itself, and therefore the Essences are the makeup of the soul.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.