*heheh yay robot yay I've been cooking up some new thingies...*
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*heheh yay robot yay I've been cooking up some new thingies...*
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
*Even better.*
Bruce walks over to the box, and slams a fist against it as hard as he possibly can.
A lard clang sounds, and another clang sounds from the inside. A couple lights flash on, a flickering electronic 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH DANGER ROUGE AUTOMATON' before the lights shut down again.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*heheh yay robot yay I've been cooking up some new thingies...*
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
*Even better.*
Bruce walks over to the box, and slams a fist against it as hard as he possibly can.
A lard clang sounds, and another clang sounds from the inside. A couple lights flash on, a flickering electronic 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH DANGER ROUGE AUTOMATON' before the lights shut down again.
He rolls his eyes, cracking his broken finger back into place after gritting his teeth before punching the box again, “Now I gotta know what’s inside.”
*heheh yay robot yay I've been cooking up some new thingies...*
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
*Even better.*
Bruce walks over to the box, and slams a fist against it as hard as he possibly can.
A lard clang sounds, and another clang sounds from the inside. A couple lights flash on, a flickering electronic 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH DANGER ROUGE AUTOMATON' before the lights shut down again.
He rolls his eyes, cracking his broken finger back into place after gritting his teeth before punching the box again, “Now I gotta know what’s inside.”
The box clangs once again, no visable damage, but then- a couple seconds afterwards, a louder clang follows, an indent bashing a dent in the wall.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*heheh yay robot yay I've been cooking up some new thingies...*
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
*Even better.*
Bruce walks over to the box, and slams a fist against it as hard as he possibly can.
A lard clang sounds, and another clang sounds from the inside. A couple lights flash on, a flickering electronic 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH DANGER ROUGE AUTOMATON' before the lights shut down again.
He rolls his eyes, cracking his broken finger back into place after gritting his teeth before punching the box again, “Now I gotta know what’s inside.”
The box clangs once again, no visable damage, but then- a couple seconds afterwards, a louder clang follows, an indent bashing a dent in the wall.
He smiles and keeps on punching, trying to get whatever’s inside of the box out, doing more damage to himself than he ever could to the box, breaking bones in the attempt.
*heheh yay robot yay I've been cooking up some new thingies...*
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
*Even better.*
Bruce walks over to the box, and slams a fist against it as hard as he possibly can.
A lard clang sounds, and another clang sounds from the inside. A couple lights flash on, a flickering electronic 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH DANGER ROUGE AUTOMATON' before the lights shut down again.
He rolls his eyes, cracking his broken finger back into place after gritting his teeth before punching the box again, “Now I gotta know what’s inside.”
The box clangs once again, no visable damage, but then- a couple seconds afterwards, a louder clang follows, an indent bashing a dent in the wall.
He smiles and keeps on punching, trying to get whatever’s inside of the box out, doing more damage to himself than he ever could to the box, breaking bones in the attempt.
With every punch, a maching dent appears. His fists seem to be causing no damage, but... whatever is 'trapped' inside... is ripping the thick celestial bronze to shreads. Suddenly, a mechanical arm breaks throug hthe box, grasping his hand, steam hissing through the joints.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"Alright then."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Huh, someone new, interesting. I wonder.*
He follows.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*actually, someone old who I havn't played in a while.*
In the Amphitheater, a rectangular bronze box is standing tall.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Even better.*
Bruce walks over to the box, and slams a fist against it as hard as he possibly can.
A lard clang sounds, and another clang sounds from the inside. A couple lights flash on, a flickering electronic 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH DANGER ROUGE AUTOMATON' before the lights shut down again.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He turns a bright red from the triple, before nodding and leading them to the beautiful top of Half Blood Hill, where he’s arranged a picnic for them.
She nods, “Anything for my little brother.”
He rolls his eyes, cracking his broken finger back into place after gritting his teeth before punching the box again, “Now I gotta know what’s inside.”
The box clangs once again, no visable damage, but then- a couple seconds afterwards, a louder clang follows, an indent bashing a dent in the wall.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He smiles and keeps on punching, trying to get whatever’s inside of the box out, doing more damage to himself than he ever could to the box, breaking bones in the attempt.
He sits down on the blanket, “I made it for us… I was hoping you’d like it.”
“Artemis, I’m a hunter, not a demigod.”
With every punch, a maching dent appears. His fists seem to be causing no damage, but... whatever is 'trapped' inside... is ripping the thick celestial bronze to shreads. Suddenly, a mechanical arm breaks throug hthe box, grasping his hand, steam hissing through the joints.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Cut for Gonz.*
His bloody knuckles drip onto the hand that clasped his wrist, his grin only growing wider, more insane looking before fading entirely “Looks like it worked, knock knock, who’s in there?”
A mechanical hiss echoes through the remnants of the box, shadows curving arond a metallic body.
".... Knock knock... Knock knock... KNOCK KNOCK..."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He rubs her back, kissing her cheek before spreading out the food and everything.
“A normal person, that works for Artemis, kinda like a job.”