After around 19 more hours, Rain sprints through the gates of the academy and goes to find Slick and get his sword.
Slick's shack is closed but forging could be heard inside, the door inside says 'Rain, just knock this time.'
Rain is breathing pretty heavily and very sweaty. He ‘lightly’ knocks on the door. It’s doesn’t crack the door or anything but still rumbles the shed.
Slick opens the door "Here for your sword?"
“Yeah. Been a couple days right? I lost track of time in France.”
"Maybe. I've been inside here the whole time. Come inside." He walks in, there are scraps of broken wood all over the ground.
“Sorry about your door.” He follows after him.
"No worries." When they reach the sword there is even more broken wood there, specifically hilt shaped.
“Did you have trouble with the hilt or something?”
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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.
"No not you, my son. He has no care for his appearance it seems."
"Oh okay. Just used to... commentary"
"So I've heard." his father interrupts "Shall we stop with the pleasantries? Cyrus here has interrupted an important meeting I was having, and I rather get back to it soon."
"yes, sorry" she joins them
the red-haired man speaks for once "May I have a look at what remains of your eye?"
peony carefully unwraps the wound *for anyone ig but gore warning please don't if you can't handle it it's not great*
The eyesocket is partially crushed, and little flesh remains in it. There are also winding gouges carved into the face around it. There is no eyeball and there is not much eyelid, only a bloody torn mess
*less gory version: the face is heavily cut and the eye is gone.*
"Gruesome." he takes out a glasses box and opens it revealing a pair of pale blue eyes "you like these?"
"I only need one, sir." *btw her eyes are brown*
"that's fine. lay down, this will only take a moment."
"Here? In the courtyard? Awake? Sir, shouldn't we go somewhere else? I'm non sure surgery outdoors is a good idea"
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"No not you, my son. He has no care for his appearance it seems."
"Oh okay. Just used to... commentary"
"So I've heard." his father interrupts "Shall we stop with the pleasantries? Cyrus here has interrupted an important meeting I was having, and I rather get back to it soon."
"yes, sorry" she joins them
the red-haired man speaks for once "May I have a look at what remains of your eye?"
peony carefully unwraps the wound *for anyone ig but gore warning please don't if you can't handle it it's not great*
The eyesocket is partially crushed, and little flesh remains in it. There are also winding gouges carved into the face around it. There is no eyeball and there is not much eyelid, only a bloody torn mess
*less gory version: the face is heavily cut and the eye is gone.*
"Gruesome." he takes out a glasses box and opens it revealing a pair of pale blue eyes "you like these?"
"I only need one, sir." *btw her eyes are brown*
"that's fine. lay down, this will only take a moment."
"Here? In the courtyard? Awake? Sir, shouldn't we go somewhere else? I'm non sure surgery outdoors is a good idea"
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
*heheheheh* she does so
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
After around 19 more hours, Rain sprints through the gates of the academy and goes to find Slick and get his sword.
Slick's shack is closed but forging could be heard inside, the door inside says 'Rain, just knock this time.'
Rain is breathing pretty heavily and very sweaty. He ‘lightly’ knocks on the door. It’s doesn’t crack the door or anything but still rumbles the shed.
Slick opens the door "Here for your sword?"
“Yeah. Been a couple days right? I lost track of time in France.”
"Maybe. I've been inside here the whole time. Come inside." He walks in, there are scraps of broken wood all over the ground.
“Sorry about your door.” He follows after him.
"No worries." When they reach the sword there is even more broken wood there, specifically hilt shaped.
“Did you have trouble with the hilt or something?”
"You wanted your sword to weight several tons right? Wood is too weak, so the metal can't be too brittle or it will snap, it can't be too malleable or it will bend and I can't make it compact so I don't know what to do."
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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.
After around 19 more hours, Rain sprints through the gates of the academy and goes to find Slick and get his sword.
Slick's shack is closed but forging could be heard inside, the door inside says 'Rain, just knock this time.'
Rain is breathing pretty heavily and very sweaty. He ‘lightly’ knocks on the door. It’s doesn’t crack the door or anything but still rumbles the shed.
Slick opens the door "Here for your sword?"
“Yeah. Been a couple days right? I lost track of time in France.”
"Maybe. I've been inside here the whole time. Come inside." He walks in, there are scraps of broken wood all over the ground.
“Sorry about your door.” He follows after him.
"No worries." When they reach the sword there is even more broken wood there, specifically hilt shaped.
“Did you have trouble with the hilt or something?”
"You wanted your sword to weight several tons right? Wood is too weak, so the metal can't be too brittle or it will snap, it can't be too malleable or it will bend and I can't make it compact so I don't know what to do."
“Just around a thousand pounds is fine. A ton is two thousand. The sword can be bigger if it needs to. I don’t really care. Do what you 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.
“Just around a thousand pounds is fine. A ton is two thousand. The sound can be bigger if it needs to. I don’t really care. Do what you need.”
"Maybe some sort of glue to maintain flexibility. Or you could just no hilt it."
“That works.”
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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.
"No not you, my son. He has no care for his appearance it seems."
"Oh okay. Just used to... commentary"
"So I've heard." his father interrupts "Shall we stop with the pleasantries? Cyrus here has interrupted an important meeting I was having, and I rather get back to it soon."
"yes, sorry" she joins them
the red-haired man speaks for once "May I have a look at what remains of your eye?"
peony carefully unwraps the wound *for anyone ig but gore warning please don't if you can't handle it it's not great*
The eyesocket is partially crushed, and little flesh remains in it. There are also winding gouges carved into the face around it. There is no eyeball and there is not much eyelid, only a bloody torn mess
*less gory version: the face is heavily cut and the eye is gone.*
"Gruesome." he takes out a glasses box and opens it revealing a pair of pale blue eyes "you like these?"
"I only need one, sir." *btw her eyes are brown*
"that's fine. lay down, this will only take a moment."
"Here? In the courtyard? Awake? Sir, shouldn't we go somewhere else? I'm non sure surgery outdoors is a good idea"
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
*heheheheh* she does so
He takes a cloth and alcohol before starting to clean up the area
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Just around a thousand pounds is fine. A ton is two thousand. The sound can be bigger if it needs to. I don’t really care. Do what you need.”
"Maybe some sort of glue to maintain flexibility. Or you could just no hilt it."
“That works.”
"Okay. Then it's yours." He gestures to it on the counter.
He walks over and picks up, testing out its weight. “Is it possible to put any enchantments on it?”
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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.
"No not you, my son. He has no care for his appearance it seems."
"Oh okay. Just used to... commentary"
"So I've heard." his father interrupts "Shall we stop with the pleasantries? Cyrus here has interrupted an important meeting I was having, and I rather get back to it soon."
"yes, sorry" she joins them
the red-haired man speaks for once "May I have a look at what remains of your eye?"
peony carefully unwraps the wound *for anyone ig but gore warning please don't if you can't handle it it's not great*
The eyesocket is partially crushed, and little flesh remains in it. There are also winding gouges carved into the face around it. There is no eyeball and there is not much eyelid, only a bloody torn mess
*less gory version: the face is heavily cut and the eye is gone.*
"Gruesome." he takes out a glasses box and opens it revealing a pair of pale blue eyes "you like these?"
"I only need one, sir." *btw her eyes are brown*
"that's fine. lay down, this will only take a moment."
"Here? In the courtyard? Awake? Sir, shouldn't we go somewhere else? I'm non sure surgery outdoors is a good idea"
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
*heheheheh* she does so
He takes a cloth and alcohol before starting to clean up the area
*heheheheheehehehehe* *ummmm*
It's a cursed wound. *sorry, i wrote this beforehand* It can't be healed by healing spells, only naturally or with alchemy/medical magic
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Just around a thousand pounds is fine. A ton is two thousand. The sound can be bigger if it needs to. I don’t really care. Do what you need.”
"Maybe some sort of glue to maintain flexibility. Or you could just no hilt it."
“That works.”
"Okay. Then it's yours." He gestures to it on the counter.
He walks over and picks up, testing out its weight. “Is it possible to put any enchantments on it?”
"I could but that would weaken the strength of the blade as a whole. That's why I don't do katanas, don't have experience with them."
“Uhhh. You could make a different one. That would take a lot of time though.”
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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.
"No not you, my son. He has no care for his appearance it seems."
"Oh okay. Just used to... commentary"
"So I've heard." his father interrupts "Shall we stop with the pleasantries? Cyrus here has interrupted an important meeting I was having, and I rather get back to it soon."
"yes, sorry" she joins them
the red-haired man speaks for once "May I have a look at what remains of your eye?"
peony carefully unwraps the wound *for anyone ig but gore warning please don't if you can't handle it it's not great*
The eyesocket is partially crushed, and little flesh remains in it. There are also winding gouges carved into the face around it. There is no eyeball and there is not much eyelid, only a bloody torn mess
*less gory version: the face is heavily cut and the eye is gone.*
"Gruesome." he takes out a glasses box and opens it revealing a pair of pale blue eyes "you like these?"
"I only need one, sir." *btw her eyes are brown*
"that's fine. lay down, this will only take a moment."
"Here? In the courtyard? Awake? Sir, shouldn't we go somewhere else? I'm non sure surgery outdoors is a good idea"
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
*heheheheh* she does so
He takes a cloth and alcohol before starting to clean up the area
*heheheheheehehehehe* *ummmm*
It's a cursed wound. *sorry, i wrote this beforehand* It can't be healed by healing spells, only naturally or with alchemy/medical magic
As he attempts to cast the spell and it fails he sighs “A cursed wound. Fine. Is there a medical ward?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"No not you, my son. He has no care for his appearance it seems."
"Oh okay. Just used to... commentary"
"So I've heard." his father interrupts "Shall we stop with the pleasantries? Cyrus here has interrupted an important meeting I was having, and I rather get back to it soon."
"yes, sorry" she joins them
the red-haired man speaks for once "May I have a look at what remains of your eye?"
peony carefully unwraps the wound *for anyone ig but gore warning please don't if you can't handle it it's not great*
The eyesocket is partially crushed, and little flesh remains in it. There are also winding gouges carved into the face around it. There is no eyeball and there is not much eyelid, only a bloody torn mess
*less gory version: the face is heavily cut and the eye is gone.*
"Gruesome." he takes out a glasses box and opens it revealing a pair of pale blue eyes "you like these?"
"I only need one, sir." *btw her eyes are brown*
"that's fine. lay down, this will only take a moment."
"Here? In the courtyard? Awake? Sir, shouldn't we go somewhere else? I'm non sure surgery outdoors is a good idea"
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
*heheheheh* she does so
He takes a cloth and alcohol before starting to clean up the area
*heheheheheehehehehe* *ummmm*
It's a cursed wound. *sorry, i wrote this beforehand* It can't be healed by healing spells, only naturally or with alchemy/medical magic
As he attempts to cast the spell and it fails he sighs “A cursed wound. Fine. Is there a medical ward?”
"I think so, sir."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Just around a thousand pounds is fine. A ton is two thousand. The sound can be bigger if it needs to. I don’t really care. Do what you need.”
"Maybe some sort of glue to maintain flexibility. Or you could just no hilt it."
“That works.”
"Okay. Then it's yours." He gestures to it on the counter.
He walks over and picks up, testing out its weight. “Is it possible to put any enchantments on it?”
"I could but that would weaken the strength of the blade as a whole. That's why I don't do katanas, don't have experience with them."
“Uhhh. You could make a different one. That would take a lot of time though.”
"It's fine. Preferences for the blade?"
“None really. Whatever you think would i work best for my needs. Are there any enchantments that add more force or knockback?”
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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.
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"No worries." When they reach the sword there is even more broken wood there, specifically hilt shaped.
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
“Did you have trouble with the hilt or something?”
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
"it's pretty simple. Place in eyeball, cast heal. and get paid. now lay down"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*heheheheh*
she does so
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"You wanted your sword to weight several tons right? Wood is too weak, so the metal can't be too brittle or it will snap, it can't be too malleable or it will bend and I can't make it compact so I don't know what to do."
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
“Just around a thousand pounds is fine. A ton is two thousand. The sword can be bigger if it needs to. I don’t really care. Do what you 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
"Maybe some sort of glue to maintain flexibility. Or you could just no hilt it."
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
“That works.”
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 takes a cloth and alcohol before starting to clean up the area
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Okay. Then it's yours." He gestures to it on the counter.
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
He walks over and picks up, testing out its weight. “Is it possible to put any enchantments on it?”
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
*heheheheheehehehehe*
*ummmm*
It's a cursed wound. *sorry, i wrote this beforehand* It can't be healed by healing spells, only naturally or with alchemy/medical magic
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I could but that would weaken the strength of the blade as a whole. That's why I don't do katanas, don't have experience with them."
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
“Uhhh. You could make a different one. That would take a lot of time though.”
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
As he attempts to cast the spell and it fails he sighs “A cursed wound. Fine. Is there a medical ward?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I think so, sir."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"It's fine. Preferences for the blade?"
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
“None really. Whatever you think would i work best for my needs. Are there any enchantments that add more force or knockback?”
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
*cut*
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I could do that for your armor. Add power and force but not for your sword."
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