“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
He looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
“Oh, you are so, so sweet, dear… I am going to enjoy killing you sooo, sooo much. Want some tea?”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
He looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
“Oh, you are so, so sweet, dear… I am going to enjoy killing you sooo, sooo much. Want some tea?”
“I’m honored by the thought, and I would like some if you would be so generous to provide me with any.” He walks closer to them.
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
*Escanor? Is that you my goat?*
*Partially inspired by him*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
*Escanor? Is that you my goat?*
*Partially inspired by him*
*I knew it, hope to rp with him later. Tomorrow more specifically.*
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
He looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
“Oh, you are so, so sweet, dear… I am going to enjoy killing you sooo, sooo much. Want some tea?”
“I’m honored by the thought, and I would like some if you would be so generous to provide me with any.” He walks closer to them.
She closes her eyes, and hums a single note for a few seconds. Then, a table and two chairs appear out of thin air, along with two teacups. “There we have it…”
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
He looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
“Oh, you are so, so sweet, dear… I am going to enjoy killing you sooo, sooo much. Want some tea?”
“I’m honored by the thought, and I would like some if you would be so generous to provide me with any.” He walks closer to them.
She closes her eyes, and hums a single note for a few seconds. Then, a table and two chairs appear out of thin air, along with two teacups. “There we have it…”
He walks around the table, pulling out their chair for them to sit down in out of respect and manners, smiling softly at them “That was quite the feat of magical prowess, I’m impressed.”
“A beautiful name, fitting.” He says with a chuckle, applauding their performance, “Am I the first person you’ve met who’s survived two of your performances?”
“Well, no. But usually, if they hear me perform three times, I intend to kill.” She chuckles.
“I hope I’m not one of those you, well, it won’t matter. If I die, I die, and if I do not then I suppose that eventually, you will have to.” He chuckles, “But that’s for another day.”
“Well, if you intend to stop me, I am sure you will die. It will be very, very entertaining. But that’s in the future, darling!” She says, leaning against a rock, strumming a few notes on her viola. It seems her instrument is strung with the hair of a black unicorn.
He looks curiously at the instrument itself, “I am inclined to believe you, after all, I’m simply a knight who has gone through living more times than I deserve, with a quest far from the norm. Feel no need to treat me with any pleasantries, though I do find your charm… enjoyable is the word I’ll use.”
“Oh, you are so, so sweet, dear… I am going to enjoy killing you sooo, sooo much. Want some tea?”
“I’m honored by the thought, and I would like some if you would be so generous to provide me with any.” He walks closer to them.
She closes her eyes, and hums a single note for a few seconds. Then, a table and two chairs appear out of thin air, along with two teacups. “There we have it…”
He walks around the table, pulling out their chair for them to sit down in out of respect and manners, smiling softly at them “That was quite the feat of magical prowess, I’m impressed.”
she sits down. “It’s not magic, darling, it’s a form of truespeech. You wouldn’t be able to dispel it if you tried.”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
*this is going to be fun*
”perfect may be a bit of an overstatement… suit yourself, then. I thought you might have needed it. Y’know, for when someone here breaks you. It’s a real stress reliever.”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
*this is going to be fun*
”perfect may be a bit of an overstatement… suit yourself, then. I thought you might have needed it. Y’know, for when someone here breaks you. It’s a real stress reliever.”
He chuckles “I don’t break. I break others. Also, what was that you said? I didn’t hear that clearly.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
*this is going to be fun*
”perfect may be a bit of an overstatement… suit yourself, then. I thought you might have needed it. Y’know, for when someone here breaks you. It’s a real stress reliever.”
He chuckles “I don’t break. I break others. Also, what was that you said? I didn’t hear that clearly.”
They clear their throat. ”ahem. I said, perfect may be a bit of an overstatement.”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
*this is going to be fun*
”perfect may be a bit of an overstatement… suit yourself, then. I thought you might have needed it. Y’know, for when someone here breaks you. It’s a real stress reliever.”
He chuckles “I don’t break. I break others. Also, what was that you said? I didn’t hear that clearly.”
They clear their throat. ”ahem. I said, perfect may be a bit of an overstatement.”
He looks confused for a moment “Did. Did you just insult me?” He looks even more confused “Y’know I’m not used to this. Most people are too terrified of me to even say anything remotely negative about me.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hubris: Exaggerated pride or self confidence, having an inflated opinion of oneself
A man, maybe in his mid twenties or younger enters the Dome. He has bright red eyes and golden brown hair, where a laurel crown gilded in gold lies. He wears golden armor befitting of a grand warrior, along with a blood red mantle befitting of a king, no, an emperor. Yes. From the way he walks, the way he holds himself, it all screams royalty. Someone who holds a position of authority and knows it. He smiles slightly as he takes in the dome “Ahhhh. The wonderful smell of unrestrained carnage.”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
*this is going to be fun*
”perfect may be a bit of an overstatement… suit yourself, then. I thought you might have needed it. Y’know, for when someone here breaks you. It’s a real stress reliever.”
He chuckles “I don’t break. I break others. Also, what was that you said? I didn’t hear that clearly.”
They clear their throat. ”ahem. I said, perfect may be a bit of an overstatement.”
He looks confused for a moment “Did. Did you just insult me?” He looks even more confused “Y’know I’m not used to this. Most people are too terrified of me to even say anything remotely negative about me.”
They laugh for about half a minute straight. “Oh man… they’re gonna eat you alive, buddy.”
“Silence. I’m considering the most effective way to absolutely destroy your entire existence. Enūma Eliš would most likely be overkill. Enkidu may be sufficient.” He starts pacing back and forth, seemingly forgetting the person right next to him
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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“Oh, you are so, so sweet, dear… I am going to enjoy killing you sooo, sooo much. Want some tea?”
“Isn’t it so sweet?” Says a voice coming from beside the man. It belongs to a pale human of indeterminate age, with a long, tangled mess of hair, and a smoldering cigar producing a sickly green smoke. He wears a brown vest over a buttoned white shirt, and has a charismatic smile, as well as unnaturally bright orange eyes.
“I’m honored by the thought, and I would like some if you would be so generous to provide me with any.” He walks closer to them.
*Partially inspired by him*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I knew it, hope to rp with him later. Tomorrow more specifically.*
“Sweet indeed.” He waves away the smoke “Now, who are you?”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Not important,” they reply smugly, waltzing towards him. “What is important, friend, is who are you?” They say, blowing another cloud of smoke into their face.
She closes her eyes, and hums a single note for a few seconds. Then, a table and two chairs appear out of thin air, along with two teacups. “There we have it…”
He walks around the table, pulling out their chair for them to sit down in out of respect and manners, smiling softly at them “That was quite the feat of magical prowess, I’m impressed.”
*Gtg soon.£
she sits down. “It’s not magic, darling, it’s a form of truespeech. You wouldn’t be able to dispel it if you tried.”
“Someone like you isn’t deserving of knowing the name of someone of my caliber.” They reply in a similarly smug voice “And even if you did, why would I tell you mine if you won’t tell me yours? Doesn’t seem very fair hmm?” He smiles casually
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*oh, these two are both such obnoxiously horrible people, aren’t they?*
”why, because mine isn’t as important as yours, obviously. But don’t you think if you were so, so high above me, i’d have heard your name before?” They chuckle, rummaging through their satchel. “Want a cigar?”
*Oh very much so. They’re either going to kill each other or be the best of friends*
“You most likely have heard my name before. At least one of them that is. And I’ll pass. I don’t smoke. Don’t want to ruin my perfect body.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*this is going to be fun*
”perfect may be a bit of an overstatement… suit yourself, then. I thought you might have needed it. Y’know, for when someone here breaks you. It’s a real stress reliever.”
He chuckles “I don’t break. I break others. Also, what was that you said? I didn’t hear that clearly.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
They clear their throat. ”ahem. I said, perfect may be a bit of an overstatement.”
He looks confused for a moment “Did. Did you just insult me?” He looks even more confused “Y’know I’m not used to this. Most people are too terrified of me to even say anything remotely negative about me.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
They laugh for about half a minute straight. “Oh man… they’re gonna eat you alive, buddy.”
*Cut*
“Silence. I’m considering the most effective way to absolutely destroy your entire existence. Enūma Eliš would most likely be overkill. Enkidu may be sufficient.” He starts pacing back and forth, seemingly forgetting the person right next to him
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”