"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
He lifts the cup to his leaf wreathed lips and takes a short sip. A smile spreads across his face. "It's splendid, well done." His foliaged beard rustles and a small thrush pokes its head out. It flaps out and lands on the teacup before dipping its bill in the tea.
Szeru just sits in his chair for a minute, looking around dreamily. From the colors, to the thrush, to the sky, to even Augustus himself occasionally. "This place is better than I could have dreamed of. To think, death spinning on a wheel within a wheel on a mortal coil wound by itself... truly a marvel of Fundamentalist artifice. Or perhaps this is the natural state of things. What do you think?"
Augustus is content to sit there and breathe, observing the world with satisfaction and pleasure. "This place... is natural yes. Probably more natural than most of nature. I believe this country is an amplification of a truth that is present in the rest of the world. The truth of just one season, concentrated and perhaps exaggerated to a greater degree than it is really found anywhere else. This is a sort of origin, a storehouse of fall and all fall things. It is where the rest of reality gets reddening leaves, chilling winds, migration, harvests, festivities, candlelight, and ghastly legends and stories."
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
She tries not to look at the skull, and peeks into the door
You see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
She exanimes the pairntinhds
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
He lifts the cup to his leaf wreathed lips and takes a short sip. A smile spreads across his face. "It's splendid, well done." His foliaged beard rustles and a small thrush pokes its head out. It flaps out and lands on the teacup before dipping its bill in the tea.
Szeru just sits in his chair for a minute, looking around dreamily. From the colors, to the thrush, to the sky, to even Augustus himself occasionally. "This place is better than I could have dreamed of. To think, death spinning on a wheel within a wheel on a mortal coil wound by itself... truly a marvel of Fundamentalist artifice. Or perhaps this is the natural state of things. What do you think?"
Augustus is content to sit there and breathe, observing the world with satisfaction and pleasure. "This place... is natural yes. Probably more natural than most of nature. I believe this country is an amplification of a truth that is present in the rest of the world. The truth of just one season, concentrated and perhaps exaggerated to a greater degree than it is really found anywhere else. This is a sort of origin, a storehouse of fall and all fall things. It is where the rest of reality gets reddening leaves, chilling winds, migration, harvests, festivities, candlelight, and ghastly legends and stories."
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
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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.
"My safety is guaranteed by me, but thank you your majesty. Treat Felicity with anything but kindness however, and this entire keep will scream." Thint smiles with her beak-like snout and lets the child to the floor before following the light. She turns back for a moment and looks at Felicity, tapping an area near the center of her neck.
Felicity nervously nods toward thint and curtsies before the king
The King removes his pumpkin helmet and stares down at you with bright eyes. "You needn't fear me. I wouldn't harm you without due reason. You're welcome in my Keep at anytime. Just be warned, so is everyone else."
"like who?" she seems nervous
"The dead, the dancers, the hungry, the harvesters, the cold, the callous, the living, the laughers, the ghosts, the ghouls. Everyone, which means everyone. The good, the bad, and everything in-between. It's very much like the world, in that way. All sorts of folks are in it, but they don't all make for good company."
"I fear I would scare them, your majesty. I can stay outside"
"You may if you wish, but I don't think you have to worry about terrorizing my guests. There are many there of a similar nature to you, they won't be frightened."
Carefully, she enters to see the inside of the keep, wrapping her coat around her to hide
You enter into a sort of antechamber. A single skull sits in a small shelf in the wall, smiling at you sadly. Two candles shine from inside the skulls eyes, lighting the room dimly. There is one wooden door way on the right and on the left is a spiral staircase that descends down.
She tries not to look at the skull, and peeks into the door
You see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
She exanimes the pairntinhds
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
She can't handle it, and runs crying into the next room
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) 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
"It was a simple thing really. Glass is only a little harder to paint than the leaves of the trees." He says with a smile, "A ginger tea would be lovely, if you can produce it. Really I'll drink anything."
Szeru rubs his false chin. "Ginger... that spicy root? I think I can do that..." He places some more bready lumps into the teapot and shakes it up, causing the lumps to turn into nearly boiling, clear amber liquid. The smell of ginger fills the air. He quickly sets the pot down, shaking off his almost burned hands. "Whoo. I hope it's good." He waits for a moment before pouring the king a teacup full. The smell is even more intense than freshly cut ginger and tea leaves.
He lifts the cup to his leaf wreathed lips and takes a short sip. A smile spreads across his face. "It's splendid, well done." His foliaged beard rustles and a small thrush pokes its head out. It flaps out and lands on the teacup before dipping its bill in the tea.
Szeru just sits in his chair for a minute, looking around dreamily. From the colors, to the thrush, to the sky, to even Augustus himself occasionally. "This place is better than I could have dreamed of. To think, death spinning on a wheel within a wheel on a mortal coil wound by itself... truly a marvel of Fundamentalist artifice. Or perhaps this is the natural state of things. What do you think?"
Augustus is content to sit there and breathe, observing the world with satisfaction and pleasure. "This place... is natural yes. Probably more natural than most of nature. I believe this country is an amplification of a truth that is present in the rest of the world. The truth of just one season, concentrated and perhaps exaggerated to a greater degree than it is really found anywhere else. This is a sort of origin, a storehouse of fall and all fall things. It is where the rest of reality gets reddening leaves, chilling winds, migration, harvests, festivities, candlelight, and ghastly legends and stories."
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
"I would be happy to. Explore to your heart's delight. Harvest it all!" He says with a smile, "I'll help in any way I can."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) 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 see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
She exanimes the pairntinhds
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
She can't handle it, and runs crying into the next room
You swing the door open and enter a cozy drawing room. A thick, Persian carpet covers the floor and while there are several, cushioned chairs in the room, there is no furniture on the rug. A in the corner there is a tall, golden rabbit glittering in the light from the crystal chandelier that hangs suspended above you. The hare turns towards its head towards you as you streak into the room. The automaton rabbit is tall and thin, and its clockwork body is so intricately designed with exquisite patterns that it seems a crime that it moves lest it scuff or damage its fanciful surface. Amber eyes watch you under tall, pointed ears that twitch and turn just as a real rabbit's would. The hare is kneeling at a large, oaken grandfather clock. "Er... How do you do?"
You see a large room, entirely empty except for the paintings lining the walls. There is something very familiar about the paintings. On the other side of the room is another door.
She exanimes the pairntinhds
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
She can't handle it, and runs crying into the next room
You swing the door open and enter a cozy drawing room. A thick, Persian carpet covers the floor and while there are several, cushioned chairs in the room, there is no furniture on the rug. A in the corner there is a tall, golden rabbit glittering in the light from the crystal chandelier that hangs suspended above you. The hare turns towards its head towards you as you streak into the room. The automaton rabbit is tall and thin, and its clockwork body is so intricately designed with exquisite patterns that it seems a crime that it moves lest it scuff or damage its fanciful surface. Amber eyes watch you under tall, pointed ears that twitch and turn just as a real rabbit's would. The hare is kneeling at a large, oaken grandfather clock. "Er... How do you do?"
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) 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
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) 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
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
She can't handle it, and runs crying into the next room
You swing the door open and enter a cozy drawing room. A thick, Persian carpet covers the floor and while there are several, cushioned chairs in the room, there is no furniture on the rug. A in the corner there is a tall, golden rabbit glittering in the light from the crystal chandelier that hangs suspended above you. The hare turns towards its head towards you as you streak into the room. The automaton rabbit is tall and thin, and its clockwork body is so intricately designed with exquisite patterns that it seems a crime that it moves lest it scuff or damage its fanciful surface. Amber eyes watch you under tall, pointed ears that twitch and turn just as a real rabbit's would. The hare is kneeling at a large, oaken grandfather clock. "Er... How do you do?"
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
"No need to worry. I was simply setting this clock back on time. I do that throughout the entire Keep!" He says proudly. He then pulls out and checks a pocket watch that is inlaid over his heart. "Yes, I have time." He puts it back in his chest. "Why do you weep?"
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
She can't handle it, and runs crying into the next room
You swing the door open and enter a cozy drawing room. A thick, Persian carpet covers the floor and while there are several, cushioned chairs in the room, there is no furniture on the rug. A in the corner there is a tall, golden rabbit glittering in the light from the crystal chandelier that hangs suspended above you. The hare turns towards its head towards you as you streak into the room. The automaton rabbit is tall and thin, and its clockwork body is so intricately designed with exquisite patterns that it seems a crime that it moves lest it scuff or damage its fanciful surface. Amber eyes watch you under tall, pointed ears that twitch and turn just as a real rabbit's would. The hare is kneeling at a large, oaken grandfather clock. "Er... How do you do?"
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
"No need to worry. I was simply setting this clock back on time. I do that throughout the entire Keep!" He says proudly. He then pulls out and checks a pocket watch that is inlaid over his heart. "Yes, I have time." He puts it back in his chest. "Why do you weep?"
"Those paintings in the hall. "
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) 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
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
"No need to worry. I was simply setting this clock back on time. I do that throughout the entire Keep!" He says proudly. He then pulls out and checks a pocket watch that is inlaid over his heart. "Yes, I have time." He puts it back in his chest. "Why do you weep?"
"Those paintings in the hall. "
He nods his golden head. "They can be quite surprising when you first see them, can't they? Your sort seem to be especially struck by them. I know several ghosts and skeletons who visit that hall regularly. They stare at the paintings for hours on end. Were they you in life?"
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
"No need to worry. I was simply setting this clock back on time. I do that throughout the entire Keep!" He says proudly. He then pulls out and checks a pocket watch that is inlaid over his heart. "Yes, I have time." He puts it back in his chest. "Why do you weep?"
"Those paintings in the hall. "
He nods his golden head. "They can be quite surprising when you first see them, can't they? Your sort seem to be especially struck by them. I know several ghosts and skeletons who visit that hall regularly. They stare at the paintings for hours on end. Were they you in life?"
"yes" she starts to cry again
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) 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
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
"I would be happy to. Explore to your heart's delight. Harvest it all!" He says with a smile, "I'll help in any way I can."
*Just had some New York-style pizza for the first time! It was odd, but not in a bad way.*
Szeru sobs, putting his "face" in his hands. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He gets up and begins to spin and dance among the fallen leaves.
His head falls off as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice, though.
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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.
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
"No need to worry. I was simply setting this clock back on time. I do that throughout the entire Keep!" He says proudly. He then pulls out and checks a pocket watch that is inlaid over his heart. "Yes, I have time." He puts it back in his chest. "Why do you weep?"
"Those paintings in the hall. "
He nods his golden head. "They can be quite surprising when you first see them, can't they? Your sort seem to be especially struck by them. I know several ghosts and skeletons who visit that hall regularly. They stare at the paintings for hours on end. Were they you in life?"
"yes" she starts to cry again
He procures a silk handkerchief and hands it to you, "Here. I'm the October Hare. What's your name?"
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
"I would be happy to. Explore to your heart's delight. Harvest it all!" He says with a smile, "I'll help in any way I can."
*Just had some New York-style pizza for the first time! It was odd, but not in a bad way.*
Szeru sobs, putting his "face" in his hands. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He gets up and begins to spin and dance among the fallen leaves.
His head falls off as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice, though.
*Sounds delicious!*
The leaves swirl and spin, dancing alongside you. Literally. They rise, forming into scattered forms of dancing men and leaping women swirling about in ecstatic delight. Augustus watches with bright lit eyes and claps his hands. Another, more solid figure forms out of the leaves, your head balanced between its shoulders. It swoops about, dancing the dance of the blazing bonfire and the tumbling leaf.
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
"I would be happy to. Explore to your heart's delight. Harvest it all!" He says with a smile, "I'll help in any way I can."
*Just had some New York-style pizza for the first time! It was odd, but not in a bad way.*
Szeru sobs, putting his "face" in his hands. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He gets up and begins to spin and dance among the fallen leaves.
His head falls off as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice, though.
The leaves swirl and spin, dancing alongside you. Literally. They rise, forming into scattered forms of dancing men and leaping women swirling about in ecstatic delight. Augustus watches with bright lit eyes and claps his hands. Another, more solid figure forms out of the leaves, your head balanced between its shoulders. It swoops about, dancing the dance of the blazing bonfire and the tumbling leaf.
Szeru finally notices that his head has fallen off. His body language is embarrassed. "Ah. That wasn't intended to happen!" He laughs through the gaping maw that makes up his vampire-like collar. "My tie tends to come unlocked when I move around too much! Oh well, looks like it doesn't bother you, so why worry?"
During a spin, he tosses some more lumps, which grow into a jukebox made out of cookies. It begins to play a song that is joyous, relatively simple, and faintly menacing. Szeru begins to sing.
"There's an old black train a-comin', Scraping 'long the iron..."
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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.
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
"I would be happy to. Explore to your heart's delight. Harvest it all!" He says with a smile, "I'll help in any way I can."
*Just had some New York-style pizza for the first time! It was odd, but not in a bad way.*
Szeru sobs, putting his "face" in his hands. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He gets up and begins to spin and dance among the fallen leaves.
His head falls off as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice, though.
The leaves swirl and spin, dancing alongside you. Literally. They rise, forming into scattered forms of dancing men and leaping women swirling about in ecstatic delight. Augustus watches with bright lit eyes and claps his hands. Another, more solid figure forms out of the leaves, your head balanced between its shoulders. It swoops about, dancing the dance of the blazing bonfire and the tumbling leaf.
Szeru finally notices that his head has fallen off. His body language is embarrassed. "Ah. That wasn't intended to happen!" He laughs through the gaping maw that makes up his vampire-like collar. "My tie tends to come unlocked when I move around too much! Oh well, looks like it doesn't bother you, so why worry?"
During a spin, he tosses some more lumps, which grow into a jukebox made out of cookies. It begins to play a song that is joyous, relatively simple, and faintly menacing. Szeru begins to sing.
"There's an old black train a-comin', Scraping 'long the iron..."
The Autumn King smiles at your creation and his eyes twinkle when the song begins to play. He then leans back and sings along in a rich, lonesome voice, "You don't need no ticket, boys, It'll take you when it's time"
*While this duet could go along to the end of the song, I can't think of anything else for Szeru to do at the moment under these circumstances. I love it, I just can't think of anything to write.*
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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.
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Augustus is content to sit there and breathe, observing the world with satisfaction and pleasure. "This place... is natural yes. Probably more natural than most of nature. I believe this country is an amplification of a truth that is present in the rest of the world. The truth of just one season, concentrated and perhaps exaggerated to a greater degree than it is really found anywhere else. This is a sort of origin, a storehouse of fall and all fall things. It is where the rest of reality gets reddening leaves, chilling winds, migration, harvests, festivities, candlelight, and ghastly legends and stories."
Each and every painting has one subject. You. And not just you now. You when you were alive. Each painting is like a frozen mirror where you flesh has lost its deathly pallor and your eyes shine with the light that comes from a beating heart.
Szeru looks almost tearful. "That's... beautiful. Do you think... maybe, you could bring Autumn to my world? Or maybe I could bring it back there! But first I'll have to explore every facet of this new experience. Seasons... colors... temperatures... life... it's all so much. Those things were torn out of my world so long ago. Maybe if I bring them back, I can save it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She can't handle it, and runs crying into the next room
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
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
"I would be happy to. Explore to your heart's delight. Harvest it all!" He says with a smile, "I'll help in any way I can."
*sorry for not respondion*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
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 swing the door open and enter a cozy drawing room. A thick, Persian carpet covers the floor and while there are several, cushioned chairs in the room, there is no furniture on the rug. A in the corner there is a tall, golden rabbit glittering in the light from the crystal chandelier that hangs suspended above you. The hare turns towards its head towards you as you streak into the room. The automaton rabbit is tall and thin, and its clockwork body is so intricately designed with exquisite patterns that it seems a crime that it moves lest it scuff or damage its fanciful surface. Amber eyes watch you under tall, pointed ears that twitch and turn just as a real rabbit's would. The hare is kneeling at a large, oaken grandfather clock. "Er... How do you do?"
*No worries.*
She sniffles and wipes her tears onto her coat. "Sorry for intruding, sir"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
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
*Hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
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
"No need to worry. I was simply setting this clock back on time. I do that throughout the entire Keep!" He says proudly. He then pulls out and checks a pocket watch that is inlaid over his heart. "Yes, I have time." He puts it back in his chest. "Why do you weep?"
"Those paintings in the hall. "
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
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
He nods his golden head. "They can be quite surprising when you first see them, can't they? Your sort seem to be especially struck by them. I know several ghosts and skeletons who visit that hall regularly. They stare at the paintings for hours on end. Were they you in life?"
"yes" she starts to cry again
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
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
*Just had some New York-style pizza for the first time! It was odd, but not in a bad way.*
Szeru sobs, putting his "face" in his hands. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He gets up and begins to spin and dance among the fallen leaves.
His head falls off as he does so. He doesn't seem to notice, though.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He procures a silk handkerchief and hands it to you, "Here. I'm the October Hare. What's your name?"
*Sounds delicious!*
The leaves swirl and spin, dancing alongside you. Literally. They rise, forming into scattered forms of dancing men and leaping women swirling about in ecstatic delight. Augustus watches with bright lit eyes and claps his hands. Another, more solid figure forms out of the leaves, your head balanced between its shoulders. It swoops about, dancing the dance of the blazing bonfire and the tumbling leaf.
Szeru finally notices that his head has fallen off. His body language is embarrassed. "Ah. That wasn't intended to happen!" He laughs through the gaping maw that makes up his vampire-like collar. "My tie tends to come unlocked when I move around too much! Oh well, looks like it doesn't bother you, so why worry?"
During a spin, he tosses some more lumps, which grow into a jukebox made out of cookies. It begins to play a song that is joyous, relatively simple, and faintly menacing. Szeru begins to sing.
"There's an old black train a-comin',
Scraping 'long the iron..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Autumn King smiles at your creation and his eyes twinkle when the song begins to play. He then leans back and sings along in a rich, lonesome voice, "You don't need no ticket, boys, It'll take you when it's time"
*While this duet could go along to the end of the song, I can't think of anything else for Szeru to do at the moment under these circumstances. I love it, I just can't think of anything to write.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.