"That sounds both explosive and possibly rift-creating. We only have one shot at this, since it's just us, so I think it would be better to use something that has been tested. We could keep your plan as a backup, though. An emergency button in case we run out of fuel. A nuclear option shouldn't be the only one, if you get what I'm saying."
*I want to agree since that would be awesome, but Felix is unfortunately not as insane as I am.*
*Alrighty. We can keep it as a desperate last resort.*
"Very well. I suppose it's better for a desperate last resort anyway. In that case, what could work for a more reliable engine?"
"I don't know. Something we know will work. I don't think a Spelljammer engine would work, but we need at least a little more reliability."
"Hmm... What about having a construct pull the vessel forward, like a chariot? A machine has no need for air or food, and could be fueled through more traditional means, be they arcane or industrial. Ideally, something that can fly or levitate..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That sounds both explosive and possibly rift-creating. We only have one shot at this, since it's just us, so I think it would be better to use something that has been tested. We could keep your plan as a backup, though. An emergency button in case we run out of fuel. A nuclear option shouldn't be the only one, if you get what I'm saying."
*I want to agree since that would be awesome, but Felix is unfortunately not as insane as I am.*
*Alrighty. We can keep it as a desperate last resort.*
"Very well. I suppose it's better for a desperate last resort anyway. In that case, what could work for a more reliable engine?"
"I don't know. Something we know will work. I don't think a Spelljammer engine would work, but we need at least a little more reliability."
"Hmm... What about having a construct pull the vessel forward, like a chariot? A machine has no need for air or food, and could be fueled through more traditional means, be they arcane or industrial. Ideally, something that can fly or levitate..."
"That sounds good! But I'm not very good with machines in the first place, and I don't know any tinkerers that make constructs..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That sounds both explosive and possibly rift-creating. We only have one shot at this, since it's just us, so I think it would be better to use something that has been tested. We could keep your plan as a backup, though. An emergency button in case we run out of fuel. A nuclear option shouldn't be the only one, if you get what I'm saying."
*I want to agree since that would be awesome, but Felix is unfortunately not as insane as I am.*
*Alrighty. We can keep it as a desperate last resort.*
"Very well. I suppose it's better for a desperate last resort anyway. In that case, what could work for a more reliable engine?"
"I don't know. Something we know will work. I don't think a Spelljammer engine would work, but we need at least a little more reliability."
"Hmm... What about having a construct pull the vessel forward, like a chariot? A machine has no need for air or food, and could be fueled through more traditional means, be they arcane or industrial. Ideally, something that can fly or levitate..."
"That sounds good! But I'm not very good with machines in the first place, and I don't know any tinkerers that make constructs..."
"That can be a later problem to resolve. For now, though, we need to get ourselves a Spelljammer... but where could one be?" Helianth returns to looking at some of the books. "Hmm... perhaps we can ask the custodian of this place." They grab a purple book off the shelf, look inside for a second, dismissively shaking one of their flower heads as they put it back on the shelf.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"But you can't guarantee that. I hope you never fall, but no one is secure in their immortality."
*Welcome back!!!*
"Beastknight has lived for...many many many years..."
"I have too, but I can still die. You need to protect your life better. Getting impaled could spell the end of you if it's in a bad place."
"Been hurt worse..."
"But if you can be hurt, you can be killed. Bah, this conversation is getting nowhere."
"Beastknight is sorry....not good with...words.."
"It's okay. You're a creature of instinct, and instinct does not allow beings to face death with respect. Not that it deserves much respect, but I think you get what I'm saying."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"But you can't guarantee that. I hope you never fall, but no one is secure in their immortality."
*Welcome back!!!*
"Beastknight has lived for...many many many years..."
"I have too, but I can still die. You need to protect your life better. Getting impaled could spell the end of you if it's in a bad place."
"Been hurt worse..."
"But if you can be hurt, you can be killed. Bah, this conversation is getting nowhere."
"Beastknight is sorry....not good with...words.."
"It's okay. You're a creature of instinct, and instinct does not allow beings to face death with respect. Not that it deserves much respect, but I think you get what I'm saying."
He nods
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That sounds good! But I'm not very good with machines in the first place, and I don't know any tinkerers that make constructs..."
"That can be a later problem to resolve. For now, though, we need to get ourselves a Spelljammer... but where could one be?" Helianth returns to looking at some of the books. "Hmm... perhaps we can ask the custodian of this place." They grab a purple book off the shelf, look inside for a second, dismissively shaking one of their flower heads as they put it back on the shelf.
"That sounds like a good idea. Now we just need to wait for him to wake up, I guess."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! Time to intro my self insert.*
The sound of splashing mud fills the air as someone rides into town, but even for the weird happenings in the town this is strange. A lean person in a classic Jester costume with two large horns piercing out stands atop the horse, playing the lute as it rides into town, playing some kind of solo riff on said lute like a master, beginning to dance on top of the horse, not harming them with careful steps, incredible and elegant, that is until they trip off the horse. They face-plant into a muddy puddle, covering their mask in water and mud as they begin to laugh to themselves, eventually turning into a cackle as they get back up and begin to play once more, walking into town, the horse beside them.
"It's okay. You're a creature of instinct, and instinct does not allow beings to face death with respect. Not that it deserves much respect, but I think you get what I'm saying."
He nods
"So you've done nothing wrong. I'm just here to help for now. When the King arrives, I will leave you alone."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That sounds good! But I'm not very good with machines in the first place, and I don't know any tinkerers that make constructs..."
"That can be a later problem to resolve. For now, though, we need to get ourselves a Spelljammer... but where could one be?" Helianth returns to looking at some of the books. "Hmm... perhaps we can ask the custodian of this place." They grab a purple book off the shelf, look inside for a second, dismissively shaking one of their flower heads as they put it back on the shelf.
"That sounds like a good idea. Now we just need to wait for him to wake up, I guess."
"Very well. I'll keep looking for something that may help us in the meanwhile." Helianth returns to its perusing of the library halls, searching through tomes for something of note.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Bossman would love your help!" "You were a little afraid of him before, though..." "Shhh! You let the cat out of the bag!" "Dang. Well, now you know who he is." "He's not dangerous. A bit scary, but not dangerous... unless he needs to be." "But even then he was beat up by an actual child once, so, you know..."
"O-Oh, you mean that man with all the hands? Well...if you say he isn't dangerous....its just that there was quite a bit of fighting going on, and I only know that the Beastkinght was a friend to the Keep...." Leo says a bit nervously. "I'll rip out his heart and use it in a sauce for his ribs and intestines if he harms my brother." Noctis says matter of factly in a dark and frightening voice. "Noctis, don't do that...."
"He didn't hurt anybody, if you remember." "Even though they were trying to hurt him!" "I dunno, I've never seen him fight. Maybe he is dangerous..." "The fact that you've worked with him for 300 years and never saw him fight probably says something about him, doesn't it?" "I don't get what you're saying." "Nevermind! I'm getting thirds."
"I unfortunately didn't see the whole fight, so truthfully I don't really know what was really happening, but we have been is some nasty situations in the past, so sometimes Noctis will shriek and tear first and ask questions later and I go along with that."
*GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! Time to intro my self insert.*
The sound of splashing mud fills the air as someone rides into town, but even for the weird happenings in the town this is strange. A lean person in a classic Jester costume with two large horns piercing out stands atop the horse, playing the lute as it rides into town, playing some kind of solo riff on said lute like a master, beginning to dance on top of the horse, not harming them with careful steps, incredible and elegant, that is until they trip off the horse. They face-plant into a muddy puddle, covering their mask in water and mud as they begin to laugh to themselves, eventually turning into a cackle as they get back up and begin to play once more, walking into town, the horse beside them.
*Felix is free now*
Felix (I don't think you need a description for the freak) waddles over with a moist towelette and a plate a croissants. "Hello there, sir! I welcome you to the unnamed town outside the Keep of Painted Leaves! All are welcome!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Bossman would love your help!" "You were a little afraid of him before, though..." "Shhh! You let the cat out of the bag!" "Dang. Well, now you know who he is." "He's not dangerous. A bit scary, but not dangerous... unless he needs to be." "But even then he was beat up by an actual child once, so, you know..."
"O-Oh, you mean that man with all the hands? Well...if you say he isn't dangerous....its just that there was quite a bit of fighting going on, and I only know that the Beastkinght was a friend to the Keep...." Leo says a bit nervously. "I'll rip out his heart and use it in a sauce for his ribs and intestines if he harms my brother." Noctis says matter of factly in a dark and frightening voice. "Noctis, don't do that...."
"He didn't hurt anybody, if you remember." "Even though they were trying to hurt him!" "I dunno, I've never seen him fight. Maybe he is dangerous..." "The fact that you've worked with him for 300 years and never saw him fight probably says something about him, doesn't it?" "I don't get what you're saying." "Nevermind! I'm getting thirds."
"I unfortunately didn't see the whole fight, so truthfully I don't really know what was really happening, but we have been is some nasty situations in the past, so sometimes Noctis will shriek and tear first and ask questions later and I go along with that."
"Undestandable." "Reasonable." "Quick thinking is important in these situations." "He's got the twitch reflexes needed in a real fight." "Sure hope he doesn't kill bossman..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! Time to intro my self insert.*
The sound of splashing mud fills the air as someone rides into town, but even for the weird happenings in the town this is strange. A lean person in a classic Jester costume with two large horns piercing out stands atop the horse, playing the lute as it rides into town, playing some kind of solo riff on said lute like a master, beginning to dance on top of the horse, not harming them with careful steps, incredible and elegant, that is until they trip off the horse. They face-plant into a muddy puddle, covering their mask in water and mud as they begin to laugh to themselves, eventually turning into a cackle as they get back up and begin to play once more, walking into town, the horse beside them.
*Felix is free now*
Felix (I don't think you need a description for the freak) waddles over with a moist towelette and a plate a croissants. "Hello there, sir! I welcome you to the unnamed town outside the Keep of Painted Leaves! All are welcome!"
They take the towelette, beginning to clean their mask, their voice like a finely crafted silk blanket for the soul, warm and comforting, friendly "So that's where I am, I would take one of those delectable foods off of your hands, but I just got here." Felix would notice the two sickles at their side, as well as their lute.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! Time to intro my self insert.*
The sound of splashing mud fills the air as someone rides into town, but even for the weird happenings in the town this is strange. A lean person in a classic Jester costume with two large horns piercing out stands atop the horse, playing the lute as it rides into town, playing some kind of solo riff on said lute like a master, beginning to dance on top of the horse, not harming them with careful steps, incredible and elegant, that is until they trip off the horse. They face-plant into a muddy puddle, covering their mask in water and mud as they begin to laugh to themselves, eventually turning into a cackle as they get back up and begin to play once more, walking into town, the horse beside them.
*Felix is free now*
Felix (I don't think you need a description for the freak) waddles over with a moist towelette and a plate a croissants. "Hello there, sir! I welcome you to the unnamed town outside the Keep of Painted Leaves! All are welcome!"
They take the towelette, beginning to clean their mask, their voice like a finely crafted silk blanket for the soul, warm and comforting, friendly "So that's where I am, I would take one of those delectable foods off of your hands, but I just got here." Felix would notice the two sickles at their side, as well as their lute.
Felix nods. "You must be a fighter. I am a cook who specializes in assisting combatants using performance-enhancing meals. Well, performance-enhancing is a stretch, but they definitely make you stronger and feel better. I get the impression you typically cover a functionally similar role in your party, so I'm sure you understand. I take pride in my work, so if you're ever hungry in the future, I'll be right here."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! Time to intro my self insert.*
The sound of splashing mud fills the air as someone rides into town, but even for the weird happenings in the town this is strange. A lean person in a classic Jester costume with two large horns piercing out stands atop the horse, playing the lute as it rides into town, playing some kind of solo riff on said lute like a master, beginning to dance on top of the horse, not harming them with careful steps, incredible and elegant, that is until they trip off the horse. They face-plant into a muddy puddle, covering their mask in water and mud as they begin to laugh to themselves, eventually turning into a cackle as they get back up and begin to play once more, walking into town, the horse beside them.
*Felix is free now*
Felix (I don't think you need a description for the freak) waddles over with a moist towelette and a plate a croissants. "Hello there, sir! I welcome you to the unnamed town outside the Keep of Painted Leaves! All are welcome!"
They take the towelette, beginning to clean their mask, their voice like a finely crafted silk blanket for the soul, warm and comforting, friendly "So that's where I am, I would take one of those delectable foods off of your hands, but I just got here." Felix would notice the two sickles at their side, as well as their lute.
Felix nods. "You must be a fighter. I am a cook who specializes in assisting combatants using performance-enhancing meals. Well, performance-enhancing is a stretch, but they definitely make you stronger and feel better. I get the impression you typically cover a functionally similar role in your party, so I'm sure you understand. I take pride in my work, so if you're ever hungry in the future, I'll be right here."
"I can always appreciate someone with a craft similar to my own. Even though some may say our crafts are different, we both use instruments, and make fabulous performances." He rubs his chin "That might make a good poem, does that sound like a good enough metaphor to you my smaller friend?" He says, the eyes underneath his mask glowing with a piercing blue, a smile within them, and just a slight sprinkle of madness.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Bossman would love your help!" "You were a little afraid of him before, though..." "Shhh! You let the cat out of the bag!" "Dang. Well, now you know who he is." "He's not dangerous. A bit scary, but not dangerous... unless he needs to be." "But even then he was beat up by an actual child once, so, you know..."
"O-Oh, you mean that man with all the hands? Well...if you say he isn't dangerous....its just that there was quite a bit of fighting going on, and I only know that the Beastkinght was a friend to the Keep...." Leo says a bit nervously. "I'll rip out his heart and use it in a sauce for his ribs and intestines if he harms my brother." Noctis says matter of factly in a dark and frightening voice. "Noctis, don't do that...."
"He didn't hurt anybody, if you remember." "Even though they were trying to hurt him!" "I dunno, I've never seen him fight. Maybe he is dangerous..." "The fact that you've worked with him for 300 years and never saw him fight probably says something about him, doesn't it?" "I don't get what you're saying." "Nevermind! I'm getting thirds."
"I unfortunately didn't see the whole fight, so truthfully I don't really know what was really happening, but we have been is some nasty situations in the past, so sometimes Noctis will shriek and tear first and ask questions later and I go along with that."
"Undestandable." "Reasonable." "Quick thinking is important in these situations." "He's got the twitch reflexes needed in a real fight." "Sure hope he doesn't kill bossman..."
"Oh, he won't instigate anything, he is just being protective is all." Leo says with a chuckle while Noctis grumbles a bit and grabs more stuff from the ovens.
Felix nods. "You must be a fighter. I am a cook who specializes in assisting combatants using performance-enhancing meals. Well, performance-enhancing is a stretch, but they definitely make you stronger and feel better. I get the impression you typically cover a functionally similar role in your party, so I'm sure you understand. I take pride in my work, so if you're ever hungry in the future, I'll be right here."
"I can always appreciate someone with a craft similar to my own. Even though some may say our crafts are different, we both use instruments, and make fabulous performances." He rubs his chin "That might make a good poem, does that sound like a good enough metaphor to you my smaller friend?" He says, the eyes underneath his mask glowing with a piercing blue, a smile within them, and just a slight sprinkle of madness.
*If Felix were in DD, he would probably be like the Flagellant where he gets stronger when he has high stress.*
"I wouldn't know. I've always sucked at poetry." Felix takes a bite out of one of the purple croissants. "My craft is much slower, and a bit more physically expensive to produce... but I think we'd compliment each other, not compete. That could be an interesting experiment, actually. Maybe we can find a dungeon and a party to try it out"
*I'll brb*
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"But if you can be hurt, you can be killed. Bah, this conversation is getting nowhere."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hmm... What about having a construct pull the vessel forward, like a chariot? A machine has no need for air or food, and could be fueled through more traditional means, be they arcane or industrial. Ideally, something that can fly or levitate..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That sounds good! But I'm not very good with machines in the first place, and I don't know any tinkerers that make constructs..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Beastknight is sorry....not good with...words.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That can be a later problem to resolve. For now, though, we need to get ourselves a Spelljammer... but where could one be?" Helianth returns to looking at some of the books. "Hmm... perhaps we can ask the custodian of this place." They grab a purple book off the shelf, look inside for a second, dismissively shaking one of their flower heads as they put it back on the shelf.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It's okay. You're a creature of instinct, and instinct does not allow beings to face death with respect. Not that it deserves much respect, but I think you get what I'm saying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That sounds like a good idea. Now we just need to wait for him to wake up, I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! Time to intro my self insert.*
The sound of splashing mud fills the air as someone rides into town, but even for the weird happenings in the town this is strange. A lean person in a classic Jester costume with two large horns piercing out stands atop the horse, playing the lute as it rides into town, playing some kind of solo riff on said lute like a master, beginning to dance on top of the horse, not harming them with careful steps, incredible and elegant, that is until they trip off the horse. They face-plant into a muddy puddle, covering their mask in water and mud as they begin to laugh to themselves, eventually turning into a cackle as they get back up and begin to play once more, walking into town, the horse beside them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"So you've done nothing wrong. I'm just here to help for now. When the King arrives, I will leave you alone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Very well. I'll keep looking for something that may help us in the meanwhile." Helianth returns to its perusing of the library halls, searching through tomes for something of note.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Anybody? Or is everyone done rping here? Just looking to know. Nvm I guess. I'll just here if anyone wants to rp.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I unfortunately didn't see the whole fight, so truthfully I don't really know what was really happening, but we have been is some nasty situations in the past, so sometimes Noctis will shriek and tear first and ask questions later and I go along with that."
*Felix is free now*
Felix (I don't think you need a description for the freak) waddles over with a moist towelette and a plate a croissants. "Hello there, sir! I welcome you to the unnamed town outside the Keep of Painted Leaves! All are welcome!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Undestandable." "Reasonable." "Quick thinking is important in these situations." "He's got the twitch reflexes needed in a real fight." "Sure hope he doesn't kill bossman..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They take the towelette, beginning to clean their mask, their voice like a finely crafted silk blanket for the soul, warm and comforting, friendly "So that's where I am, I would take one of those delectable foods off of your hands, but I just got here." Felix would notice the two sickles at their side, as well as their lute.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Felix nods. "You must be a fighter. I am a cook who specializes in assisting combatants using performance-enhancing meals. Well, performance-enhancing is a stretch, but they definitely make you stronger and feel better. I get the impression you typically cover a functionally similar role in your party, so I'm sure you understand. I take pride in my work, so if you're ever hungry in the future, I'll be right here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can always appreciate someone with a craft similar to my own. Even though some may say our crafts are different, we both use instruments, and make fabulous performances." He rubs his chin "That might make a good poem, does that sound like a good enough metaphor to you my smaller friend?" He says, the eyes underneath his mask glowing with a piercing blue, a smile within them, and just a slight sprinkle of madness.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Oh, he won't instigate anything, he is just being protective is all." Leo says with a chuckle while Noctis grumbles a bit and grabs more stuff from the ovens.
*If Felix were in DD, he would probably be like the Flagellant where he gets stronger when he has high stress.*
"I wouldn't know. I've always sucked at poetry." Felix takes a bite out of one of the purple croissants. "My craft is much slower, and a bit more physically expensive to produce... but I think we'd compliment each other, not compete. That could be an interesting experiment, actually. Maybe we can find a dungeon and a party to try it out"
*I'll brb*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.