*This person seems to derive greatest joy and humor from… nothing. It seems like they have forgotten these things.*
“Indeed? How soon is ‘soon’?”
*Of course. I should have expected.*
Casey frowns. “When my show starts. But I ain’t sure you’ll be welcome, pal.”
“Who chooses to stop me, and stagnate your own coffers?”
“Well it’s just that I don’t see no joy inside of ya. If my audience doesn’t enjoy the show, that’s bad for business.”
“I have been emptied. And to peer through the cracks and read what remains is nothing but sneaking and theft. I am not an audience. It would be more apt to describe me, using such metaphors, as a critic.”
“Well I ain’t here to have my show criticized, I’m here to bring joy to dead men.”
“A critic is not the right word, I suppose. What will you bring to these people, that they might question themselves when you have had your say? Are you helping them? Are you hurting them? And do you care?” The person stands. “I return with but a name. I am Eito.”
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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.
*This person seems to derive greatest joy and humor from… nothing. It seems like they have forgotten these things.*
“Indeed? How soon is ‘soon’?”
*Of course. I should have expected.*
Casey frowns. “When my show starts. But I ain’t sure you’ll be welcome, pal.”
“Who chooses to stop me, and stagnate your own coffers?”
“Well it’s just that I don’t see no joy inside of ya. If my audience doesn’t enjoy the show, that’s bad for business.”
“I have been emptied. And to peer through the cracks and read what remains is nothing but sneaking and theft. I am not an audience. It would be more apt to describe me, using such metaphors, as a critic.”
“Well I ain’t here to have my show criticized, I’m here to bring joy to dead men.”
“A critic is not the right word, I suppose. What will you bring to these people, that they might question themselves when you have had your say? Are you helping them? Are you hurting them? And do you care?” The person stands. “I return with but a name. I am Eito.”
“Pleasure. As for your question, I don’t really care. I only care about one thing. But for now, I’m going around the town looking in people’s mind so I can see what acts I need.”
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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 bringing back a herd of live critters for Douxgras. Two cows, three wild pigs, ten chickens, and three goats.
Eve is opening her tattoo parlor for the day.
Serveo is sitting against the wall of the tattoo parlor. He sees Eve come out to open up the shop. “Good morning.”
Eve looks up, her ears lowering a bit. "Hello.." she said and tilted her head "May I help you?"
“…Possibly. Are you new to Absit?”
She nods quietly, her eyes glinting as she stares up at him.
“What is your name?”
She looks hesitant for a moment before narrowing her eyes "Why?.."
Serveo tilts his head. “Because it is general etiquette to ask for one’s name.”
She sighs and leans against the door, her tail flicking about. "My name is Eve dear."
Serveo shifts onto one knee. “I am Serveo. It is a pleasure.”
She nods and looks around, folding her arms over her chest. "I feel like there is something else you want.."
Serveo shakes his head. “Can a great knight not simply lounge? I suppose my engravings could use a liner.” He indicates the swirling silver engravings of vines and stars in his exoskeleton.
She thinks and waves him inside "I can do that for you if you want.." she says and shrugs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*This person seems to derive greatest joy and humor from… nothing. It seems like they have forgotten these things.*
“Indeed? How soon is ‘soon’?”
*Of course. I should have expected.*
Casey frowns. “When my show starts. But I ain’t sure you’ll be welcome, pal.”
“Who chooses to stop me, and stagnate your own coffers?”
“Well it’s just that I don’t see no joy inside of ya. If my audience doesn’t enjoy the show, that’s bad for business.”
“I have been emptied. And to peer through the cracks and read what remains is nothing but sneaking and theft. I am not an audience. It would be more apt to describe me, using such metaphors, as a critic.”
“Well I ain’t here to have my show criticized, I’m here to bring joy to dead men.”
“A critic is not the right word, I suppose. What will you bring to these people, that they might question themselves when you have had your say? Are you helping them? Are you hurting them? And do you care?” The person stands. “I return with but a name. I am Eito.”
“Pleasure. As for your question, I don’t really care. I only care about one thing. But for now, I’m going around the town looking in people’s mind so I can see what acts I need.”
“In short, you use people. And what you get from them is a tool to use more people.” Eito smolders slightly brighter.
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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.
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, face splattered with blood. His sword and shield are laying on his lap.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
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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.
*This person seems to derive greatest joy and humor from… nothing. It seems like they have forgotten these things.*
“Indeed? How soon is ‘soon’?”
*Of course. I should have expected.*
Casey frowns. “When my show starts. But I ain’t sure you’ll be welcome, pal.”
“Who chooses to stop me, and stagnate your own coffers?”
“Well it’s just that I don’t see no joy inside of ya. If my audience doesn’t enjoy the show, that’s bad for business.”
“I have been emptied. And to peer through the cracks and read what remains is nothing but sneaking and theft. I am not an audience. It would be more apt to describe me, using such metaphors, as a critic.”
“Well I ain’t here to have my show criticized, I’m here to bring joy to dead men.”
“A critic is not the right word, I suppose. What will you bring to these people, that they might question themselves when you have had your say? Are you helping them? Are you hurting them? And do you care?” The person stands. “I return with but a name. I am Eito.”
“Pleasure. As for your question, I don’t really care. I only care about one thing. But for now, I’m going around the town looking in people’s mind so I can see what acts I need.”
“In short, you use people. And what you get from them is a tool to use more people.” Eito smolders slightly brighter.
“Where are you getting this [GP] from? You heard what I said.”
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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.
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, face splattered with blood. His sword and shield are laying on his lap.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
Dyn grabs his hand, eyes suddenly flaring. "Don't..touch me.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus is bringing back a herd of live critters for Douxgras. Two cows, three wild pigs, ten chickens, and three goats.
Eve is opening her tattoo parlor for the day.
Serveo is sitting against the wall of the tattoo parlor. He sees Eve come out to open up the shop. “Good morning.”
Eve looks up, her ears lowering a bit. "Hello.." she said and tilted her head "May I help you?"
“…Possibly. Are you new to Absit?”
She nods quietly, her eyes glinting as she stares up at him.
“What is your name?”
She looks hesitant for a moment before narrowing her eyes "Why?.."
Serveo tilts his head. “Because it is general etiquette to ask for one’s name.”
She sighs and leans against the door, her tail flicking about. "My name is Eve dear."
Serveo shifts onto one knee. “I am Serveo. It is a pleasure.”
She nods and looks around, folding her arms over her chest. "I feel like there is something else you want.."
Serveo shakes his head. “Can a great knight not simply lounge? I suppose my engravings could use a liner.” He indicates the swirling silver engravings of vines and stars in his exoskeleton.
She thinks and waves him inside "I can do that for you if you want.." she says and shrugs.
Serveo ducks to fit inside the shop. “Do you plan on seeing 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 bringing back a herd of live critters for Douxgras. Two cows, three wild pigs, ten chickens, and three goats.
Eve is opening her tattoo parlor for the day.
Serveo is sitting against the wall of the tattoo parlor. He sees Eve come out to open up the shop. “Good morning.”
Eve looks up, her ears lowering a bit. "Hello.." she said and tilted her head "May I help you?"
“…Possibly. Are you new to Absit?”
She nods quietly, her eyes glinting as she stares up at him.
“What is your name?”
She looks hesitant for a moment before narrowing her eyes "Why?.."
Serveo tilts his head. “Because it is general etiquette to ask for one’s name.”
She sighs and leans against the door, her tail flicking about. "My name is Eve dear."
Serveo shifts onto one knee. “I am Serveo. It is a pleasure.”
She nods and looks around, folding her arms over her chest. "I feel like there is something else you want.."
Serveo shakes his head. “Can a great knight not simply lounge? I suppose my engravings could use a liner.” He indicates the swirling silver engravings of vines and stars in his exoskeleton.
She thinks and waves him inside "I can do that for you if you want.." she says and shrugs.
Serveo ducks to fit inside the shop. “Do you plan on seeing the circus?”
She bristles suddenly "Circus?..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, face splattered with blood. His sword and shield are laying on his lap.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
Dyn grabs his hand, eyes suddenly flaring. "Don't..touch me.."
Skar laughs. (The tip of his finger would be about the size of Dyn’s hand.) “I am simply healing you, sir.” He easily pushes against Dyn’s chest. His touch heals Dyn’s wounds almost completely. For a brief moment a godly power surges through Dyn’s body.
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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.
”Marrow’s circus is in town. Have you not seen the tent?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
*This person seems to derive greatest joy and humor from… nothing. It seems like they have forgotten these things.*
“Indeed? How soon is ‘soon’?”
*Of course. I should have expected.*
Casey frowns. “When my show starts. But I ain’t sure you’ll be welcome, pal.”
“Who chooses to stop me, and stagnate your own coffers?”
“Well it’s just that I don’t see no joy inside of ya. If my audience doesn’t enjoy the show, that’s bad for business.”
“I have been emptied. And to peer through the cracks and read what remains is nothing but sneaking and theft. I am not an audience. It would be more apt to describe me, using such metaphors, as a critic.”
“Well I ain’t here to have my show criticized, I’m here to bring joy to dead men.”
“A critic is not the right word, I suppose. What will you bring to these people, that they might question themselves when you have had your say? Are you helping them? Are you hurting them? And do you care?” The person stands. “I return with but a name. I am Eito.”
“Pleasure. As for your question, I don’t really care. I only care about one thing. But for now, I’m going around the town looking in people’s mind so I can see what acts I need.”
“In short, you use people. And what you get from them is a tool to use more people.” Eito smolders slightly brighter.
“Where are you getting this [GP] from? You heard what I said.”
“I heard you, yes. I only wonder if you’ve been hearing yourself.” The candle behind the largest statuette flickers.
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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.
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, face splattered with blood. His sword and shield are laying on his lap.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
Dyn grabs his hand, eyes suddenly flaring. "Don't..touch me.."
Skar laughs. (The tip of his finger would be about the size of Dyn’s hand.) “I am simply healing you, sir.” He easily pushes against Dyn’s chest. His touch heals Dyn’s wounds almost completely. For a brief moment a godly power surges through Dyn’s body.
"What are you?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“A critic is not the right word, I suppose. What will you bring to these people, that they might question themselves when you have had your say? Are you helping them? Are you hurting them? And do you care?” The person stands. “I return with but a name. I am Eito.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Dyn stirs slightly, shifting a bit. "Ow." he mumbles, rubbing his jaw.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Pleasure. As for your question, I don’t really care. I only care about one thing. But for now, I’m going around the town looking in people’s mind so I can see what acts I need.”
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
She thinks and waves him inside "I can do that for you if you want.." she says and shrugs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“In short, you use people. And what you get from them is a tool to use more people.” Eito smolders slightly brighter.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
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
She backs up a bit, her ears flattening against her skull. "Are you.. alright?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Where are you getting this [GP] from? You heard what I said.”
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
Dyn grabs his hand, eyes suddenly flaring. "Don't..touch me.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Serveo ducks to fit inside the shop. “Do you plan on seeing 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
He looks up and smiles a bit. "Fine I suppose. Got into a scuffle last night."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She bristles suddenly "Circus?..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Skar laughs. (The tip of his finger would be about the size of Dyn’s hand.) “I am simply healing you, sir.” He easily pushes against Dyn’s chest. His touch heals Dyn’s wounds almost completely. For a brief moment a godly power surges through Dyn’s body.
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
She sighs and tilts her head "May I see your wounds?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut wendigo*
”Marrow’s circus is in town. Have you not seen the tent?”
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
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
She curses to herself in about ten different languages "No, I didn't..." She says and pulls out her tools.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I heard you, yes. I only wonder if you’ve been hearing yourself.” The candle behind the largest statuette flickers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus is herding a good bit of critters back to town fo Douxgras.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]