“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
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“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?”
"I could do that for your armor. Add power and force but not for your sword."
“That works. I need to do a workout while you do that.”
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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.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
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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.
Rain goes off to do a workout in the field. (Raigan or James could interact if you want)
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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.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
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“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
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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.
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
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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)
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
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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.
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
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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)
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
"that's what I thought."
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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.
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
"that's what I thought."
peony waits silently, running her fingers along the wound
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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)
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
"that's what I thought."
peony waits silently, running her fingers along the wound
he injects the anesthetics into her blood stream, and she passes out. when she come to, she can see out of her other eye again albeit somewhat blurry
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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.
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
"that's what I thought."
peony waits silently, running her fingers along the wound
he injects the anesthetics into her blood stream, and she passes out. when she come to, she can see out of her other eye again albeit somewhat blurry
she attempts to sit up
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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)
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
"that's what I thought."
peony waits silently, running her fingers along the wound
he injects the anesthetics into her blood stream, and she passes out. when she come to, she can see out of her other eye again albeit somewhat blurry
she attempts to sit up
"I would advise against that."
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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.
“get up.” He points to Cyrus “take us to the medical ward.”
peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
Peony takes the bandages off again
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
"That's... comforting"
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
"Nope, nope, sorry"
"that's what I thought."
peony waits silently, running her fingers along the wound
he injects the anesthetics into her blood stream, and she passes out. when she come to, she can see out of her other eye again albeit somewhat blurry
she attempts to sit up
"I would advise against that."
"huh?" she lays back down.
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peony slowly gets up, clutching her wounds
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)
“That works. I need to do a workout while you do that.”
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
"Okay, I'll be here if you need me to shoot someone."
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
A few minutes later you make it to the medical ward and he ushers Cyrus out “see you later I guess.” He starts walking awo
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
Rain goes off to do a workout in the field. (Raigan or James could interact if you want)
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
*page 666, time for my proccess*
Jericho is reading out on the courtyard
Hazel is performing a summoning ritual in her dorm
Peony takes the bandages off again
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)
Raigan finishes his run and walks over "What is your magic specialty?"
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 freezes in the middle of a deadlift. "...Muscle magic."
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As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
he takes out several painkillers and anesthetics
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
"That's... comforting"
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)
"Would you rather be awake while I insert an eye in your head and partially rewire your brain?"
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
"Nope, nope, sorry"
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)
*Gtg, I got another concert*
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
"that's what I thought."
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
peony waits silently, running her fingers along the wound
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)
he injects the anesthetics into her blood stream, and she passes out. when she come to, she can see out of her other eye again albeit somewhat blurry
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
she attempts to sit up
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 would advise against that."
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
"huh?" she lays back down.
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)