Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
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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.
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
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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.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Kane strolls past the kid-sized person, fiddling with his metal handle-looking thing and a small microphone looking item. His voice sounds in the kid-sized person’s head. Those shelves aren’t dusty, you know.
*fry wanna rp? i think himy’s gone*
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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.
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
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.
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
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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.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
*himy?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
"Oh." they look. "Sorry"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
“You are to me. From what I heard, you’re chronologically over a million years old, but biologically, you can’t be over 40. A child.” This is odd, coming from a man who couldn’t look any over 50
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
"Oh." they look. "Sorry"
“You must find yourself a pastime, lad. You can’t spend all of your likely infinite lifetime dusting shelves. Have you tried poker?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
“You are to me. From what I heard, you’re chronologically over a million years old, but biologically, you can’t be over 40. A child.” This is odd, coming from a man who couldn’t look any over 50
“Naboolians have an average lifespan of 120 years, and I am heavily attuned to The Force, which lengthens my lifetime even further. Biologically, I am 110 years old.”
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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.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
"Oh." they look. "Sorry"
“You must find yourself a pastime, lad. You can’t spend all of your likely infinite lifetime dusting shelves. Have you tried poker?”
"I do other things."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
“You are to me. From what I heard, you’re chronologically over a million years old, but biologically, you can’t be over 40. A child.” This is odd, coming from a man who couldn’t look any over 50
“Naboolians have an average lifespan of 120 years, and I am heavily attuned to The Force, which lengthens my lifetime even further. Biologically, I am 110 years old.”
“Impressive. Still a child.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
"Oh." they look. "Sorry"
“You must find yourself a pastime, lad. You can’t spend all of your likely infinite lifetime dusting shelves. Have you tried poker?”
"I do other things."
“Like what?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
A kid-sized person in a bellhop's outfit is dusting off some shelves that seem to be not dusty. His limbs are wrapped in bandages, and he exudes the sounds of soft mechanical whirring. Tufts of mismatched hair and copper wires stich out from under his hat. What can be seen of his face is childish and freckly
Z seemingly comes from nowhere, as he does “You don’t need to dust those. They aren’t dusty, lad.”
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
"Oh." they look. "Sorry"
“You must find yourself a pastime, lad. You can’t spend all of your likely infinite lifetime dusting shelves. Have you tried poker?”
"I do other things."
“Like what?”
"Sweep, cook, talk to people, listen."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
“You are to me. From what I heard, you’re chronologically over a million years old, but biologically, you can’t be over 40. A child.” This is odd, coming from a man who couldn’t look any over 50
“Naboolians have an average lifespan of 120 years, and I am heavily attuned to The Force, which lengthens my lifetime even further. Biologically, I am 110 years old.”
“Impressive. Still a child.”
“Then how old are you?”
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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.
Kane is finished with his meditating, and is now sitting on the floor using The Force to reassemble his Lightsaber handle. It wasn’t functioning properly before, so he used parts from his comm to fix it.
Z watches him while smoking his pipe and reading a book
Z can make out three major sections of the handle, along with some small bits that stick out off the edges. There’s a bit at the top that has a glass lens, a small green crystal, and the actual handle but that has worn grip tape wrapped around it. Kane clenched his fist and the pieces all click together, concealing the crystal inside the saber hilt. The handle then floats into Kane’s hands.
“Impressive, lad. What does it do?”
Kane looks at Z and switches on his Lightsaber. The green blade of plasma erupts from hilt with a loud crack and illuminates the room slightly. As it settles down, it starts to hum with electric power.
“It projects a blade of pure plasma. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age.”
“Quite the blade, lad. Though I personally prefer my fist.”
“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
“You are to me. From what I heard, you’re chronologically over a million years old, but biologically, you can’t be over 40. A child.” This is odd, coming from a man who couldn’t look any over 50
“Naboolians have an average lifespan of 120 years, and I am heavily attuned to The Force, which lengthens my lifetime even further. Biologically, I am 110 years old.”
“Impressive. Still a child.”
“Then how old are you?”
He laughs “You say that as if I keep track?! Why do you think people call me Z?! Because I can’t remember my own damn name!” He laughs some more then stops “If you want a more accurate number, at least 4000.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
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“Fighting with one’s fist is a respected but dangerous decision where I come from. Ranged weapons or abilities were quite common, especially during warfare.”
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
“Fighting with one’s fists is the ultimate form of true honor in battle. To conquer enemies with only your own power. That, is the pinnacle of one on one battle. For that, is true strength.” He laughs a deep laugh “At least if you ask me.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
Kane chuckles as well. “In the Jedi Order, you are taught to think of your saber as an extension of the body.” He flourishes his blade, then presses a button to retract it back into the handle. “The color indicates one’s speciality as a Jedi.”
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
"I'm dusting." jigsaw fixates
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*fry wanna rp? i think himy’s gone*
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
“Wonderful! I love seeing the powers of new recruits. I wonder how you kids’ powers will work in the field. That is, if we can get more SPF 2000.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
*oh nvm himy is not gone*
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
“I am no kid.” He clips the saber handle back onto his belt.
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
“Yes, and you don’t need to.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
*himy?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Oh." they look. "Sorry"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“You are to me. From what I heard, you’re chronologically over a million years old, but biologically, you can’t be over 40. A child.” This is odd, coming from a man who couldn’t look any over 50
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“You must find yourself a pastime, lad. You can’t spend all of your likely infinite lifetime dusting shelves. Have you tried poker?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“Naboolians have an average lifespan of 120 years, and I am heavily attuned to The Force, which lengthens my lifetime even further. Biologically, I am 110 years old.”
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
"I do other things."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Impressive. Still a child.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“Like what?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
"Sweep, cook, talk to people, listen."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Then how old are you?”
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 laughs “You say that as if I keep track?! Why do you think people call me Z?! Because I can’t remember my own damn name!” He laughs some more then stops “If you want a more accurate number, at least 4000.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."