Rain is curling a few hundred pounds on an EZ bar.
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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.
"nice." he pushes his sunglasses up to his forehead "you ready for the competition tomorrow?"
“If it’s anything physical, I think I can win. I’m not the best with magic, though.”
he sighs "my magic is not made for combat so I really hope it's not that."
“Maybe we can team up or something. Is that allowed?”
"I don't know. Theoretically I could look into the future and find out but A. that's cheating B. I don't have a catalyst."
“What’s a catalyst?”
"It's hard to explain to a non-seer. the best way I can think of explaining it is like this: think of where you are looking at in time as being on the other side of a canyon. when you look at it its blurry, unfocused and unintelligible. the catalyst works like telescope. it streamlines and focuses the point."
*that took way to long*
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STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Slick is building a booth to sell armor and weapons for tomorrow's competition.
Fyra walks by. “What are you doing?”
Slick hammers together a patch-work wall "Trying to make a mass profit."
“And how are you planning to achieve that? By building booths for people?” She sounds really snarky and haughty.
"I'll ignore that, making armor and weapons." A silver snake slithers from one of Slick's forearms.
“For what?”
The snake slithers towards them "The competition of course, and I thought this was a school for the brightest."
“So you’re telling me you’re capable of crafting armor that stands against the strongest spells.” She looks skeptical.
"Well I would say so. considering the armor is magical itself. I can also give people things infused with spells." The snake begins to nibble on their right shoe.
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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.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
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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.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
Hal looks up, his eyes baggy. "Hello.."
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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.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
Hal looks up, his eyes baggy. "Hello.."
"You okay?" Johnny asked, raising a brow.
"tired is all."
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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.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
Hal looks up, his eyes baggy. "Hello.."
"You okay?" Johnny asked, raising a brow.
"tired is all."
"Go get some rest. Classes won't start for awhile." Fern said, raising a brow.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
Hal looks up, his eyes baggy. "Hello.."
"You okay?" Johnny asked, raising a brow.
"tired is all."
"Go get some rest. Classes won't start for awhile." Fern said, raising a brow.
He shakes his head no. "Can't be late."
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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.
Rain is curling a few hundred pounds on an EZ bar.
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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.
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
Hal looks up, his eyes baggy. "Hello.."
"You okay?" Johnny asked, raising a brow.
"tired is all."
"Go get some rest. Classes won't start for awhile." Fern said, raising a brow.
Slick places at sign on his shack that says 'Magical weapons and armor, prepare yourself for battle.'
Rain walks up to the shack. “What is this?”
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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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"I'll ignore that, making armor and weapons." A silver snake slithers from one of Slick's forearms.
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
Rain is curling a few hundred pounds on an EZ bar.
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
“For what?”
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
"It's hard to explain to a non-seer. the best way I can think of explaining it is like this: think of where you are looking at in time as being on the other side of a canyon. when you look at it its blurry, unfocused and unintelligible. the catalyst works like telescope. it streamlines and focuses the point."
*that took way to long*
STEEL BALL RUN!
REACHING THE LINE DONT YOU TURN BACK NOW!
WE’RE GOING WEST TO EAST TO FIND THE STEEL BALL RUN!
The snake slithers towards them "The competition of course, and I thought this was a school for the brightest."
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
“So you’re telling me you’re capable of crafting armor that stands against the strongest spells.” She looks skeptical.
Sel
They/he
Reading, dnd, theatre, art (Irunwithskissors)
Tossing and turning
The sun’s in the sky
It’s five am, I can’t close my eyes
As they make their way into the bustling cafeteria, Johnny, with his new piercing, seems especially eager to flaunt his style. With a bright grin, he directs Fern's attention to his ears, now adorned with golden dangles. "Pretty, ain't I sis?" he says, giving her a wink. Fern responds with a playful elbow to his stomach, eliciting a grumble from her brother.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well I would say so. considering the armor is magical itself. I can also give people things infused with spells." The snake begins to nibble on their right shoe.
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
Hal is sitting in his usual corner, reading, and not at all touching his food.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They both walk over and sit down. "Hey Hal" Fern said, beaming.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Hal looks up, his eyes baggy. "Hello.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You okay?" Johnny asked, raising a brow.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"tired is all."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Go get some rest. Classes won't start for awhile." Fern said, raising a brow.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He shakes his head no. "Can't be late."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
Slick places at sign on his shack that says 'Magical weapons and armor, prepare yourself for battle.'
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
Alvize walks over to him. “Lavoro eccellente! For how long are you planning to sell?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Why?" She asked.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Rain walks up to the shack. “What is this?”
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