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.”
By the end of the explanation Damiens face has gone slack, his ability to control his speech and emotional expression robbed from him once more. The devil is still crying about nothing in particular however the angel has seemed to stop his rudeness.
"So..." The angel says, tapping his chin in consideration. "Why should I care?"
The devil suddenly sits up, her sob catching in her throat. "You're g-g-gonna m-m-m-make them-em s-s-sad!" She wails.
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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.”
By the end of the explanation Damiens face has gone slack, his ability to control his speech and emotional expression robbed from him once more. The devil is still crying about nothing in particular however the angel has seemed to stop his rudeness.
"So..." The angel says, tapping his chin in consideration. "Why should I care?"
The devil suddenly sits up, her sob catching in her throat. "You're g-g-gonna m-m-m-make them-em s-s-sad!" She wails.
“I am not sad. But you have no right to be here. One is oneself, and the principal sin is to deprive one of this right. And you should care because it is the truth, and your very existence is proof. But I am not finished. As in anything, there are always deeper truths. Will you listen still?”
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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.
Douxgras is building a public oven. This is the third one he's built so far.
Merko slithers over, adjusting his bandage slightly.
"What's this?"
"It's an oven for baking. Bread, potatoes, meat... it can cook lots of things."
"What's baking?"
"I could explain the entirety of cooking to you, and gladly would... but I don't think it would help you understand. It would leave you with more questions. But basically, most humanoids cannot eat foods safely or process them efficiently unless they're cooked, which can take a variety of different processes which I don't think would matter very much. Putting the food into a hot oven is one way to cook it. You can also make entirely new foods by cooking."
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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.
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.
She grins, her eyes glinting. "A fine pigment, where did you get it?" She asked, chuckling.
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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.
She grins, her eyes glinting. "A fine pigment, where did you get it?" She asked, chuckling.
“I… don’t, recall…” Eito’s eyes narrow, as if something is just out of their mind’s reach. “…but I know it is sacred. What is written may well be remembered. It is suffused with emanations of light.”
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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 outside in the forest. He is taking out unneeded emotions, such as anger and violence, on a tree. His eyes are dark and an angry red color. He smashes his forehead against the wood, leaving a sizable dent.
Jack is sitting outside, sketching out a picture of the city. He still appears a little shook about appearing here suddenly but is calming down a bit.
Eve is creating new tattoos, sketching them out on stencil paper.
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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.
She grins, her eyes glinting. "A fine pigment, where did you get it?" She asked, chuckling.
“I… don’t, recall…” Eito’s eyes narrow, as if something is just out of their mind’s reach. “…but I know it is sacred. What is written may well be remembered. It is suffused with emanations of light.”
"Hm.. what are you looking for exactly?" She asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I could explain the entirety of cooking to you, and gladly would... but I don't think it would help you understand. It would leave you with more questions. But basically, most humanoids cannot eat foods safely or process them efficiently unless they're cooked, which can take a variety of different processes which I don't think would matter very much. Putting the food into a hot oven is one way to cook it. You can also make entirely new foods by cooking."
"So like that time I accidentally dropped a rat into a geyser right when it went off and it tore the rat's skin off and killed it?"
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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.
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.
She bristles and turns around.
Casey Santino-Marrow is floating, upside down in front of her. “Heya, Eve.”
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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.
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.
She bristles and turns around.
Casey Santino-Marrow is floating, upside down in front of her. “Heya, Eve.”
"Oh crap.." she quickly backs up "How did you find me.."
He grins and slowly turns right side up. “Just a coinkydink. But you know you ain’t supposed to leave the circus.”
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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.
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.
She bristles and turns around.
Casey Santino-Marrow is floating, upside down in front of her. “Heya, Eve.”
"Oh crap.." she quickly backs up "How did you find me.."
He grins and slowly turns right side up. “Just a coinkydink. But you know you ain’t supposed to leave the circus.”
"I had too.." she said, her voice shaky.
“And why’s that? Huh?” Casey’s grub is extremely unsettling.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
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.
She bristles and turns around.
Casey Santino-Marrow is floating, upside down in front of her. “Heya, Eve.”
"Oh crap.." she quickly backs up "How did you find me.."
He grins and slowly turns right side up. “Just a coinkydink. But you know you ain’t supposed to leave the circus.”
"I had too.." she said, her voice shaky.
“And why’s that? Huh?” Casey’s grub is extremely unsettling.
"I saw what you were doing to them.." she flattened her ears against her skull.
“Oh, ya did? Did ya?” Casey narrows his eyes. “Don’t ya care about your dear old boss’s health?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
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Merko slithers over, adjusting his bandage slightly.
"What's this?"
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."
"It's an oven for baking. Bread, potatoes, meat... it can cook lots of things."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What's baking?"
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."
By the end of the explanation Damiens face has gone slack, his ability to control his speech and emotional expression robbed from him once more. The devil is still crying about nothing in particular however the angel has seemed to stop his rudeness.
"So..." The angel says, tapping his chin in consideration. "Why should I care?"
The devil suddenly sits up, her sob catching in her throat. "You're g-g-gonna m-m-m-make them-em s-s-sad!" She wails.
(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 am not sad. But you have no right to be here. One is oneself, and the principal sin is to deprive one of this right. And you should care because it is the truth, and your very existence is proof. But I am not finished. As in anything, there are always deeper truths. Will you listen still?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Quote cuts please*
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
"I could explain the entirety of cooking to you, and gladly would... but I don't think it would help you understand. It would leave you with more questions. But basically, most humanoids cannot eat foods safely or process them efficiently unless they're cooked, which can take a variety of different processes which I don't think would matter very much. Putting the food into a hot oven is one way to cook it. You can also make entirely new foods by cooking."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She grins, her eyes glinting. "A fine pigment, where did you get it?" She asked, chuckling.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She bristles and turns around.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I… don’t, recall…” Eito’s eyes narrow, as if something is just out of their mind’s reach. “…but I know it is sacred. What is written may well be remembered. It is suffused with emanations of light.”
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 outside in the forest. He is taking out unneeded emotions, such as anger and violence, on a tree. His eyes are dark and an angry red color. He smashes his forehead against the wood, leaving a sizable dent.
Jack is sitting outside, sketching out a picture of the city. He still appears a little shook about appearing here suddenly but is calming down a bit.
Eve is creating new tattoos, sketching them out on stencil paper.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hm.. what are you looking for exactly?" She asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So like that time I accidentally dropped a rat into a geyser right when it went off and it tore the rat's skin off and killed it?"
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."
Casey Santino-Marrow is floating, upside down in front of her. “Heya, Eve.”
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
"Oh crap.." she quickly backs up "How did you find me.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He grins and slowly turns right side up. “Just a coinkydink. But you know you ain’t supposed to leave the circus.”
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 had too.." she said, her voice shaky.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“And why’s that? Huh?” Casey’s grub is extremely unsettling.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"I saw what you were doing to them.." she flattened her ears against her skull.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Oh, ya did? Did ya?” Casey narrows his eyes. “Don’t ya care about your dear old boss’s health?”
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