"You found me because I let you." As he comes into the light, his full detail can be scene. An anthro man with breadth and lank at the same time, towering at six feet, and bearing the features of a fox, with the color pallete of an african painted-dog
He's clearly a man of the woods, bearing covert clothes and a deadly looking, heavy sniper rifle
"You could act like that, but it doesnt make you better"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
A menacing looking, 7 foot tall and lanky figure sits in the cafeteria, directly next to a kindly looking, 5 foot tall, slightly chubby figure.
The angsty one doesn't eat, but watches. Not his companion, but everybody else
Clover is sitting at an empty table, repeatedly rolling a few six sided dice.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*cut with gonz* “No, I’m serious. Do it. I got shot once, and they said it was a 99% chance of me dying, and if I survived my full body was supposed to be paralyzed.”
"Well- I'm planning to go to like, medical school, and become a doctor, and like, 'attempted murder' doesn't look good on resumes. Also like... hippocratic oath."
“Well, okay.” Cal grabs his sword off his back and it meets his chest, not yet puncturing the skin.
"Ah- NO! Don't do that! No! Nope! Don't do that! Ah- No!"
Jacob grabs the sword from his hand.
He tries to grab the sword back. “BUT I NEED TO TEST SOMETHING!”
"NO DEATH IS ALLOWED IN THIS CABIN!"
Cal yanks it back. “FINE, THEN ILL GO OUTSIDE!” He runs outside, and you see a flood of blood come out from the back of his chest, with the sword’s tip pointing through.
"AH- (GP)! (GP) NO!"
Jacob places his hands on Cal, and a burst of healing energy flows through him, healing him 100 hit points.
Suddenly, his body disintegrates into particles of light, then reforms. “Hello.” A deeper, more wise voice says. “I am son of hades and Apollo, and I am the god of balance. Excuse my semi-mortal form, he has not yet learned of this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must reform him, before he loses to much memory.” Suddenly, the being of light converges back into cal. “GODS DAMNIT, WHY DID YOU HEAL ME?”
"... Nemesis is going to be angry. She won't like this. Zeus also won't like this. Also. Why would Hades and Dad... Actually. Dad would do anything. That checks out. But Nemesis is gonna be angry. And Ascepelus might be annoyed that he might not be Dad's favourite anymore... Ughhhhh... I need a vacation..."
“About what? Didn’t you just say that I only MIGHT be a god?”
"Nah. You're definitely a god. Put in a good word for me on Mount Olympus, will ya?"
“Wait, what the (GP)? Then why am I mortal-like? Also- can you explain all the things you just said?”
"Hah. No. Good luck out there, kid. You aren't under my jurisdiction anymore. Just hope your ascent isn't too painful."
“Wait, please?” All of a sudden, his eyes glow yellow, and then the same being appears. “You fool. We are god of balance, hence, we are most comfortable in places of the in between, like this place. Hence, we will be staying here. And PLEASE, explain to my poor mortal form. He’s just as confused as most demigods.” They say with a sigh, before reforming back into cal.
"... Fine. Whatever. You're a god, but for some reason, you're in mortal form. Don't worry, this has happened plenty of times before, with Posiedon, Apollo, and kinda Heracles. I think you're probably in Heracles's situation, because you were born as a mortal. So. Basically, if you're a powerful enough half-blood, when you die, your godly half will have enough power to ascend up to Mount Olympus and become immortal. But, I don't think that will happen. You're apparently the god of balance, and are most powerful in in-between places. Sounds like a mix of some aspects of Hecate, Janus and Nemesis to me. Since Janus is a Roman myth and isn't real, I hope, you'd probalby want to talk to some Hecate or Nemesis kids."
He goes into god form once again. “Explain this to him, will you? Basically, he was NOT born as a mortal, but because we are the god of balance we must have both ties to the mortal world and the godly world. He’s just younger because I spent too much time forming him.” Before going back into cal form. “ohhh okay. And how exactly do you know this?”
"You found me because I let you." As he comes into the light, his full detail can be scene. An anthro man with breadth and lank at the same time, towering at six feet, and bearing the features of a fox, with the color pallete of an african painted-dog
He's clearly a man of the woods, bearing covert clothes and a deadly looking, heavy sniper rifle
"You could act like that, but it doesnt make you better"
"I am better here, in my element. I know not what yours is."
He moves his paw to put his rifle on safety, and slings it over his back
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"You found me because I let you." As he comes into the light, his full detail can be scene. An anthro man with breadth and lank at the same time, towering at six feet, and bearing the features of a fox, with the color pallete of an african painted-dog
He's clearly a man of the woods, bearing covert clothes and a deadly looking, heavy sniper rifle
"You could act like that, but it doesnt make you better"
"I am better here, in my element. I know not what yours is."
He moves his paw to put his rifle on safety, and slings it over his back
"What if I have none?"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*cut with gonz* “No, I’m serious. Do it. I got shot once, and they said it was a 99% chance of me dying, and if I survived my full body was supposed to be paralyzed.”
"Well- I'm planning to go to like, medical school, and become a doctor, and like, 'attempted murder' doesn't look good on resumes. Also like... hippocratic oath."
“Well, okay.” Cal grabs his sword off his back and it meets his chest, not yet puncturing the skin.
"Ah- NO! Don't do that! No! Nope! Don't do that! Ah- No!"
Jacob grabs the sword from his hand.
He tries to grab the sword back. “BUT I NEED TO TEST SOMETHING!”
"NO DEATH IS ALLOWED IN THIS CABIN!"
Cal yanks it back. “FINE, THEN ILL GO OUTSIDE!” He runs outside, and you see a flood of blood come out from the back of his chest, with the sword’s tip pointing through.
"AH- (GP)! (GP) NO!"
Jacob places his hands on Cal, and a burst of healing energy flows through him, healing him 100 hit points.
Suddenly, his body disintegrates into particles of light, then reforms. “Hello.” A deeper, more wise voice says. “I am son of hades and Apollo, and I am the god of balance. Excuse my semi-mortal form, he has not yet learned of this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must reform him, before he loses to much memory.” Suddenly, the being of light converges back into cal. “GODS DAMNIT, WHY DID YOU HEAL ME?”
"... Nemesis is going to be angry. She won't like this. Zeus also won't like this. Also. Why would Hades and Dad... Actually. Dad would do anything. That checks out. But Nemesis is gonna be angry. And Ascepelus might be annoyed that he might not be Dad's favourite anymore... Ughhhhh... I need a vacation..."
“About what? Didn’t you just say that I only MIGHT be a god?”
"Nah. You're definitely a god. Put in a good word for me on Mount Olympus, will ya?"
“Wait, what the (GP)? Then why am I mortal-like? Also- can you explain all the things you just said?”
"Hah. No. Good luck out there, kid. You aren't under my jurisdiction anymore. Just hope your ascent isn't too painful."
“Wait, please?” All of a sudden, his eyes glow yellow, and then the same being appears. “You fool. We are god of balance, hence, we are most comfortable in places of the in between, like this place. Hence, we will be staying here. And PLEASE, explain to my poor mortal form. He’s just as confused as most demigods.” They say with a sigh, before reforming back into cal.
"... Fine. Whatever. You're a god, but for some reason, you're in mortal form. Don't worry, this has happened plenty of times before, with Posiedon, Apollo, and kinda Heracles. I think you're probably in Heracles's situation, because you were born as a mortal. So. Basically, if you're a powerful enough half-blood, when you die, your godly half will have enough power to ascend up to Mount Olympus and become immortal. But, I don't think that will happen. You're apparently the god of balance, and are most powerful in in-between places. Sounds like a mix of some aspects of Hecate, Janus and Nemesis to me. Since Janus is a Roman myth and isn't real, I hope, you'd probalby want to talk to some Hecate or Nemesis kids."
He goes into god form once again. “Explain this to him, will you? Basically, he was NOT born as a mortal, but because we are the god of balance we must have both ties to the mortal world. He’s just younger because I spent too much time forming him.” Before going back into cal form. “ohhh okay. And how exactly do you know this?”
"... Excuse me, what now? Listen here, you pretentious (GP)hole, if you're the god of balence, then why do you have to be here in the mortal world? And what does Apollo and Hades being your parents have anything to do with it? If you formed him, then there must be a time before you formed him. Why did you need to form him? Plenty of gods have physical manifestations in our world without having to make my life difficult!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Thanks,” they blush. “But im nowhere near this place’s incredible beauty. You are, though.” They say before kissing cherry once again.
Cherry smiles and reaches their hand over to rest on top of Fern's
"So. tell me a bit more about yourself."
“Well, not much to tell. I was born, I did some crafts and stuff, the monsters came, and then I came here. Only notable thing is me meeting my friend who.. I think is named lavender now? Not sure. You?”
*cut with gonz* “No, I’m serious. Do it. I got shot once, and they said it was a 99% chance of me dying, and if I survived my full body was supposed to be paralyzed.”
"Well- I'm planning to go to like, medical school, and become a doctor, and like, 'attempted murder' doesn't look good on resumes. Also like... hippocratic oath."
“Well, okay.” Cal grabs his sword off his back and it meets his chest, not yet puncturing the skin.
"Ah- NO! Don't do that! No! Nope! Don't do that! Ah- No!"
Jacob grabs the sword from his hand.
He tries to grab the sword back. “BUT I NEED TO TEST SOMETHING!”
"NO DEATH IS ALLOWED IN THIS CABIN!"
Cal yanks it back. “FINE, THEN ILL GO OUTSIDE!” He runs outside, and you see a flood of blood come out from the back of his chest, with the sword’s tip pointing through.
"AH- (GP)! (GP) NO!"
Jacob places his hands on Cal, and a burst of healing energy flows through him, healing him 100 hit points.
Suddenly, his body disintegrates into particles of light, then reforms. “Hello.” A deeper, more wise voice says. “I am son of hades and Apollo, and I am the god of balance. Excuse my semi-mortal form, he has not yet learned of this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must reform him, before he loses to much memory.” Suddenly, the being of light converges back into cal. “GODS DAMNIT, WHY DID YOU HEAL ME?”
"... Nemesis is going to be angry. She won't like this. Zeus also won't like this. Also. Why would Hades and Dad... Actually. Dad would do anything. That checks out. But Nemesis is gonna be angry. And Ascepelus might be annoyed that he might not be Dad's favourite anymore... Ughhhhh... I need a vacation..."
“About what? Didn’t you just say that I only MIGHT be a god?”
"Nah. You're definitely a god. Put in a good word for me on Mount Olympus, will ya?"
“Wait, what the (GP)? Then why am I mortal-like? Also- can you explain all the things you just said?”
"Hah. No. Good luck out there, kid. You aren't under my jurisdiction anymore. Just hope your ascent isn't too painful."
“Wait, please?” All of a sudden, his eyes glow yellow, and then the same being appears. “You fool. We are god of balance, hence, we are most comfortable in places of the in between, like this place. Hence, we will be staying here. And PLEASE, explain to my poor mortal form. He’s just as confused as most demigods.” They say with a sigh, before reforming back into cal.
"... Fine. Whatever. You're a god, but for some reason, you're in mortal form. Don't worry, this has happened plenty of times before, with Posiedon, Apollo, and kinda Heracles. I think you're probably in Heracles's situation, because you were born as a mortal. So. Basically, if you're a powerful enough half-blood, when you die, your godly half will have enough power to ascend up to Mount Olympus and become immortal. But, I don't think that will happen. You're apparently the god of balance, and are most powerful in in-between places. Sounds like a mix of some aspects of Hecate, Janus and Nemesis to me. Since Janus is a Roman myth and isn't real, I hope, you'd probalby want to talk to some Hecate or Nemesis kids."
He goes into god form once again. “Explain this to him, will you? Basically, he was NOT born as a mortal, but because we are the god of balance we must have both ties to the mortal world. He’s just younger because I spent too much time forming him.” Before going back into cal form. “ohhh okay. And how exactly do you know this?”
"... Excuse me, what now? Listen here, you pretentious (GP)hole, if you're the god of balence, then why do you have to be here in the mortal world? And what does Apollo and Hades being your parents have anything to do with it? If you formed him, then there must be a time before you formed him. Why did you need to form him? Plenty of gods have physical manifestations in our world without having to make my life difficult!"
“Excuse me, WHAT? I did absolutely NOTHING? IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW?”
A menacing looking, 7 foot tall and lanky figure sits in the cafeteria, directly next to a kindly looking, 5 foot tall, slightly chubby figure.
The angsty one doesn't eat, but watches. Not his companion, but everybody else
Clover is sitting at an empty table, repeatedly rolling a few six sided dice.
The chubby one comes up and rolls a D12 next to her d6es
"Hi. I'm Trapper!" He says, pulling back his hood. He's a fox-man with fennec colorings and cleric-style clothing, white with golded seaming
"Hello, Trapper. You're all fuzzy. Did you skin an animal and have a doctor sew the animal skin into your own skin?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*cut with gonz* “No, I’m serious. Do it. I got shot once, and they said it was a 99% chance of me dying, and if I survived my full body was supposed to be paralyzed.”
"Well- I'm planning to go to like, medical school, and become a doctor, and like, 'attempted murder' doesn't look good on resumes. Also like... hippocratic oath."
“Well, okay.” Cal grabs his sword off his back and it meets his chest, not yet puncturing the skin.
"Ah- NO! Don't do that! No! Nope! Don't do that! Ah- No!"
Jacob grabs the sword from his hand.
He tries to grab the sword back. “BUT I NEED TO TEST SOMETHING!”
"NO DEATH IS ALLOWED IN THIS CABIN!"
Cal yanks it back. “FINE, THEN ILL GO OUTSIDE!” He runs outside, and you see a flood of blood come out from the back of his chest, with the sword’s tip pointing through.
"AH- (GP)! (GP) NO!"
Jacob places his hands on Cal, and a burst of healing energy flows through him, healing him 100 hit points.
Suddenly, his body disintegrates into particles of light, then reforms. “Hello.” A deeper, more wise voice says. “I am son of hades and Apollo, and I am the god of balance. Excuse my semi-mortal form, he has not yet learned of this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must reform him, before he loses to much memory.” Suddenly, the being of light converges back into cal. “GODS DAMNIT, WHY DID YOU HEAL ME?”
"... Nemesis is going to be angry. She won't like this. Zeus also won't like this. Also. Why would Hades and Dad... Actually. Dad would do anything. That checks out. But Nemesis is gonna be angry. And Ascepelus might be annoyed that he might not be Dad's favourite anymore... Ughhhhh... I need a vacation..."
“About what? Didn’t you just say that I only MIGHT be a god?”
"Nah. You're definitely a god. Put in a good word for me on Mount Olympus, will ya?"
“Wait, what the (GP)? Then why am I mortal-like? Also- can you explain all the things you just said?”
"Hah. No. Good luck out there, kid. You aren't under my jurisdiction anymore. Just hope your ascent isn't too painful."
“Wait, please?” All of a sudden, his eyes glow yellow, and then the same being appears. “You fool. We are god of balance, hence, we are most comfortable in places of the in between, like this place. Hence, we will be staying here. And PLEASE, explain to my poor mortal form. He’s just as confused as most demigods.” They say with a sigh, before reforming back into cal.
"... Fine. Whatever. You're a god, but for some reason, you're in mortal form. Don't worry, this has happened plenty of times before, with Posiedon, Apollo, and kinda Heracles. I think you're probably in Heracles's situation, because you were born as a mortal. So. Basically, if you're a powerful enough half-blood, when you die, your godly half will have enough power to ascend up to Mount Olympus and become immortal. But, I don't think that will happen. You're apparently the god of balance, and are most powerful in in-between places. Sounds like a mix of some aspects of Hecate, Janus and Nemesis to me. Since Janus is a Roman myth and isn't real, I hope, you'd probalby want to talk to some Hecate or Nemesis kids."
He goes into god form once again. “Explain this to him, will you? Basically, he was NOT born as a mortal, but because we are the god of balance we must have both ties to the mortal world. He’s just younger because I spent too much time forming him.” Before going back into cal form. “ohhh okay. And how exactly do you know this?”
"... Excuse me, what now? Listen here, you pretentious (GP)hole, if you're the god of balence, then why do you have to be here in the mortal world? And what does Apollo and Hades being your parents have anything to do with it? If you formed him, then there must be a time before you formed him. Why did you need to form him? Plenty of gods have physical manifestations in our world without having to make my life difficult!"
“Excuse me, WHAT? I did absolutely NOTHING? IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW?
"Oh, stop hiding you coward! Come out and do your whole godly manifestation and leave the kid out of this! Answer my question!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"You found me because I let you." As he comes into the light, his full detail can be scene. An anthro man with breadth and lank at the same time, towering at six feet, and bearing the features of a fox, with the color pallete of an african painted-dog
He's clearly a man of the woods, bearing covert clothes and a deadly looking, heavy sniper rifle
"You could act like that, but it doesnt make you better"
"I am better here, in my element. I know not what yours is."
He moves his paw to put his rifle on safety, and slings it over his back
"What if I have none?"
"Then you have no strengths or weaknesses, geographically. What were you looking for, human?"
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
“Thanks,” they blush. “But im nowhere near this place’s incredible beauty. You are, though.” They say before kissing cherry once again.
Cherry smiles and reaches their hand over to rest on top of Fern's
"So. tell me a bit more about yourself."
“Well, not much to tell. I was born, I did some crafts and stuff, the monsters came, and then I came here. Only notable thing is me meeting my friend who.. I think is named lavender now? Not sure. You?”
"Pretty much the same. Was born. dad hates me, keeps me in the house a lot. sent me to spy on my brother. didn't want to. Murphy. You get the gist. Oh. Mom's a dead human." they shrug
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
*cut with gonz* “No, I’m serious. Do it. I got shot once, and they said it was a 99% chance of me dying, and if I survived my full body was supposed to be paralyzed.”
"Well- I'm planning to go to like, medical school, and become a doctor, and like, 'attempted murder' doesn't look good on resumes. Also like... hippocratic oath."
“Well, okay.” Cal grabs his sword off his back and it meets his chest, not yet puncturing the skin.
"Ah- NO! Don't do that! No! Nope! Don't do that! Ah- No!"
Jacob grabs the sword from his hand.
He tries to grab the sword back. “BUT I NEED TO TEST SOMETHING!”
"NO DEATH IS ALLOWED IN THIS CABIN!"
Cal yanks it back. “FINE, THEN ILL GO OUTSIDE!” He runs outside, and you see a flood of blood come out from the back of his chest, with the sword’s tip pointing through.
"AH- (GP)! (GP) NO!"
Jacob places his hands on Cal, and a burst of healing energy flows through him, healing him 100 hit points.
Suddenly, his body disintegrates into particles of light, then reforms. “Hello.” A deeper, more wise voice says. “I am son of hades and Apollo, and I am the god of balance. Excuse my semi-mortal form, he has not yet learned of this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must reform him, before he loses to much memory.” Suddenly, the being of light converges back into cal. “GODS DAMNIT, WHY DID YOU HEAL ME?”
"... Nemesis is going to be angry. She won't like this. Zeus also won't like this. Also. Why would Hades and Dad... Actually. Dad would do anything. That checks out. But Nemesis is gonna be angry. And Ascepelus might be annoyed that he might not be Dad's favourite anymore... Ughhhhh... I need a vacation..."
“About what? Didn’t you just say that I only MIGHT be a god?”
"Nah. You're definitely a god. Put in a good word for me on Mount Olympus, will ya?"
“Wait, what the (GP)? Then why am I mortal-like? Also- can you explain all the things you just said?”
"Hah. No. Good luck out there, kid. You aren't under my jurisdiction anymore. Just hope your ascent isn't too painful."
“Wait, please?” All of a sudden, his eyes glow yellow, and then the same being appears. “You fool. We are god of balance, hence, we are most comfortable in places of the in between, like this place. Hence, we will be staying here. And PLEASE, explain to my poor mortal form. He’s just as confused as most demigods.” They say with a sigh, before reforming back into cal.
"... Fine. Whatever. You're a god, but for some reason, you're in mortal form. Don't worry, this has happened plenty of times before, with Posiedon, Apollo, and kinda Heracles. I think you're probably in Heracles's situation, because you were born as a mortal. So. Basically, if you're a powerful enough half-blood, when you die, your godly half will have enough power to ascend up to Mount Olympus and become immortal. But, I don't think that will happen. You're apparently the god of balance, and are most powerful in in-between places. Sounds like a mix of some aspects of Hecate, Janus and Nemesis to me. Since Janus is a Roman myth and isn't real, I hope, you'd probalby want to talk to some Hecate or Nemesis kids."
He goes into god form once again. “Explain this to him, will you? Basically, he was NOT born as a mortal, but because we are the god of balance we must have both ties to the mortal world. He’s just younger because I spent too much time forming him.” Before going back into cal form. “ohhh okay. And how exactly do you know this?”
"... Excuse me, what now? Listen here, you pretentious (GP)hole, if you're the god of balence, then why do you have to be here in the mortal world? And what does Apollo and Hades being your parents have anything to do with it? If you formed him, then there must be a time before you formed him. Why did you need to form him? Plenty of gods have physical manifestations in our world without having to make my life difficult!"
“Excuse me, WHAT? I did absolutely NOTHING? IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW?
"Oh, stop hiding you coward! Come out and do your whole godly manifestation and leave the kid out of this! Answer my question!"
“Ugh, you’re such an annoying mortal, making me constantly have to shift! Because children of Apollo have healing powers, and by extension powers of resurrection, and hades is like, god of death, I basically have to monitor the in-between. People on the brink of death, that stupid German cat, and a few others. I need him, because my tie to the mortal world is stronger than most, making me almost like a demigod. So, to better understand the mortal world, I need cal. Also, I’m very sorry for lashing out, but it’s kinda difficult to shift, and I’m a very young god.”
"You could act like that, but it doesnt make you better"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Clover is sitting at an empty table, repeatedly rolling a few six sided dice.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
He goes into god form once again. “Explain this to him, will you? Basically, he was NOT born as a mortal, but because we are the god of balance we must have both ties to the mortal world and the godly world. He’s just younger because I spent too much time forming him.” Before going back into cal form. “ohhh okay. And how exactly do you know this?”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"I am better here, in my element. I know not what yours is."
He moves his paw to put his rifle on safety, and slings it over his back
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"What if I have none?"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"... Excuse me, what now? Listen here, you pretentious (GP)hole, if you're the god of balence, then why do you have to be here in the mortal world? And what does Apollo and Hades being your parents have anything to do with it? If you formed him, then there must be a time before you formed him. Why did you need to form him? Plenty of gods have physical manifestations in our world without having to make my life difficult!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Well, not much to tell. I was born, I did some crafts and stuff, the monsters came, and then I came here. Only notable thing is me meeting my friend who.. I think is named lavender now? Not sure. You?”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
The chubby one comes up and rolls a D12 next to her d6es
"Hi. I'm Trapper!" He says, pulling back his hood. He's a fox-man with fennec colorings and cleric-style clothing, white with golded seaming
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
“Excuse me, WHAT? I did absolutely NOTHING? IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW?”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"Hello, Trapper. You're all fuzzy. Did you skin an animal and have a doctor sew the animal skin into your own skin?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Oh, stop hiding you coward! Come out and do your whole godly manifestation and leave the kid out of this! Answer my question!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Then you have no strengths or weaknesses, geographically. What were you looking for, human?"
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"Pretty much the same. Was born. dad hates me, keeps me in the house a lot. sent me to spy on my brother. didn't want to. Murphy. You get the gist. Oh. Mom's a dead human." they shrug
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
"No. I was born like this. My dad's Loki. Mom's a fox."
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
*Hellllllllo!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*heya!*
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
“Ugh, you’re such an annoying mortal, making me constantly have to shift! Because children of Apollo have healing powers, and by extension powers of resurrection, and hades is like, god of death, I basically have to monitor the in-between. People on the brink of death, that stupid German cat, and a few others. I need him, because my tie to the mortal world is stronger than most, making me almost like a demigod. So, to better understand the mortal world, I need cal. Also, I’m very sorry for lashing out, but it’s kinda difficult to shift, and I’m a very young god.”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Rpppppppp? Also if Aspen can play a god can I play Eros or another god? Not an Olympian though.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*yes, rp! also, I got permission a LOOONG time ago to play Metis*
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
Hunter is sitting in the woods, staring up at the sky.
The waves are stormy today, loud and wild. Poseidon may not be angry... but someone else is.
Marcus is standing outside of the Hecate cabin, dressed up in a black suit that matches his white hair perfectly.
*If you want anyone else, just ask!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!