Cookie is in the courtyard, scribbling on a piece of paper and inspecting a bottle of grape colored liquid whilst mumbling about kangaroos.
Cyrus watches him from a few feet away, before coming closer “Why are you talking about kangaroos?”
“Oh, they just fascinate me. Really odd creatures, aren’t they? They’re nature’s kickboxers and they carry their young in a pouch, even though they’re mammals. Plus, having your ingredients beat by a kangaroo really brings out the tang in some fruits, which I can use for some really good jelly-filling once processed.” He nods towards the bottle of grape syrup.
“You’re weird.”
“Of course I am, I’m a chocolatier.”
“I don’t think those are related, but I’m not a chocolatier. I am weird though.”
“To be a chocolatier you need to create wondrous chocolates. To be wondrous, you need to be creative, and to be creative, you need to be at least a little weird.”
“Makes sense.” He readjusts his sunglasses “I’m Cyrus Radharc. Who are you?”
“Cookie Pasticceria.” He tips his hat to Cyrus.
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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.
“Welcome students, new and old. I am your acting headmaster Aelar Galanodel. I hope you all have a wonderful year, but please note that the campus has been changed up slightly and we will be hosting a new class in the tunnels this year. We have also gained a new staff member, Larissa Blackthorn.” A young naga waves. “If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With that, Aelar takes a bow and falls silent.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
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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.
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
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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.
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal nods, the fire in his palm swirling slowly.
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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.
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal nods, the fire in his palm swirling slowly.
Raigan walks over and holds out his palm “What are you trying to do?”
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal nods, the fire in his palm swirling slowly.
Raigan walks over and holds out his palm “What are you trying to do?”
"Im trying to shape in into a ball."
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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.
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal nods, the fire in his palm swirling slowly.
Raigan walks over and holds out his palm “What are you trying to do?”
"Im trying to shape in into a ball."
“Like this?” A flame on his palm forms a baseball “What are you doing in your head?”
Cookie is looking for a good place to set up his workplace and shop.
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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.
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal nods, the fire in his palm swirling slowly.
Raigan walks over and holds out his palm “What are you trying to do?”
"Im trying to shape in into a ball."
“Like this?” A flame on his palm forms a baseball “What are you doing in your head?”
He nods. "Im imagining it as a tennis ball but it wont...form."
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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.
Cookie is looking for a good place to set up his workplace and shop.
He sees the shacks that Slick built a year ago, Slick inside of his shack feeding the ducks.
Cookie lightly raps on the door of Slick’s shack in a short little rhythm.
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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.
“Cookie Pasticceria.” He tips his hat to Cyrus.
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
“Welcome students, new and old. I am your acting headmaster Aelar Galanodel. I hope you all have a wonderful year, but please note that the campus has been changed up slightly and we will be hosting a new class in the tunnels this year. We have also gained a new staff member, Larissa Blackthorn.” A young naga waves. “If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With that, Aelar takes a bow and falls silent.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
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*Good afternoon*
Hal is in a secluded part of the courtyard. Fire trickles up his arms as he tries to shape it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can see a very civil looking man doing acrobatics while completely covered in flames.
Hals flames vanish as he watches.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The more he looks, the more like a delinquent who has gone through rehab, a metal bat on his back. He locks eyes with him, still flipping “It’s rude to stare.”
Hal looks away, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles and continues his routine “Don’t worry about it new kid. You can stare if you want to.”
Hal keeps looking away, looking frustrated as he tries to shape some fire in his palm.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh a fire user too? You seem to be struggling, do you need any help?”
Hal nods, the fire in his palm swirling slowly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raigan walks over and holds out his palm “What are you trying to do?”
"Im trying to shape in into a ball."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Like this?” A flame on his palm forms a baseball “What are you doing in your head?”
Cookie is looking for a good place to set up his workplace and shop.
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 nods. "Im imagining it as a tennis ball but it wont...form."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sees the shacks that Slick built a year ago, Slick inside of his shack feeding the ducks.
Cookie lightly raps on the door of Slick’s shack in a short little rhythm.
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
“Well fire is a living thing, you need to get it to understand.”