*well, i make my somewhat less than grandiose return. been a month since i introed but, you know how it is. my intro is linked to the post i just quoted, for a refresher.*
The middle of nowhere of the abyssal plane seems to have become the middle of somewhere, seeing as to how some specific pixie has chosen to make it their place of residence. It's marked with little more than a large statue--made of a simple stone--depicting some sort of large wyrm, curled around itself and forming the ouroboros. On the top of it, sitting cross-legged between the horns of the wyrm is the small pixie, adjusting her glasses gently as she absentmindedly writes with some sort of glittery pen into scroll-bound paper, that always seems to impossibly have just a bit more paper before running out.
A tall, handsome man comes walking up. "Hello! I am Malrick, what is your name?"
She adjusts her glasses, regarding him for just a second before going back to her papers. "Thäterin." She finishes a line or two before setting the scroll down, having it immediately combust into glowing, golden flame. She flutters down from her place above him, wings flapping gently as she hovers around eye level. "You have a point to seeking me out, I'm sure, but I am yet to be anyone important here. What purpose do you have for seeking me?"
"Nice to meet you! Everyone is important to me, I do not see anyone as insignificant. Are you new to this place? Do you need a tour?"
"Insignificant as a whole? Of course not, but here I've yet to make a name. A tour would be nice, but I suppose just to put names to places, I've been around the block once or twice already. Not really met any real cordial folks like yourself, though." She smiles softly.
He smiles back, enjoying having pleasant conversation. "I do not care if you have a name for yourself, I seek to protect, and care for others, even in this dreadful place. Where do you wish to go, a place of safety, the barracks, the blacksmith shop?"
"If you want, we can chat in my tower. It is a place of complete safety."
Giratina is flying far from the center of Profanus, with no clear purpose.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
*well, i make my somewhat less than grandiose return. been a month since i introed but, you know how it is. my intro is linked to the post i just quoted, for a refresher.*
The middle of nowhere of the abyssal plane seems to have become the middle of somewhere, seeing as to how some specific pixie has chosen to make it their place of residence. It's marked with little more than a large statue--made of a simple stone--depicting some sort of large wyrm, curled around itself and forming the ouroboros. On the top of it, sitting cross-legged between the horns of the wyrm is the small pixie, adjusting her glasses gently as she absentmindedly writes with some sort of glittery pen into scroll-bound paper, that always seems to impossibly have just a bit more paper before running out.
A tall, handsome man comes walking up. "Hello! I am Malrick, what is your name?"
She adjusts her glasses, regarding him for just a second before going back to her papers. "Thäterin." She finishes a line or two before setting the scroll down, having it immediately combust into glowing, golden flame. She flutters down from her place above him, wings flapping gently as she hovers around eye level. "You have a point to seeking me out, I'm sure, but I am yet to be anyone important here. What purpose do you have for seeking me?"
"Nice to meet you! Everyone is important to me, I do not see anyone as insignificant. Are you new to this place? Do you need a tour?"
"Insignificant as a whole? Of course not, but here I've yet to make a name. A tour would be nice, but I suppose just to put names to places, I've been around the block once or twice already. Not really met any real cordial folks like yourself, though." She smiles softly.
He smiles back, enjoying having pleasant conversation. "I do not care if you have a name for yourself, I seek to protect, and care for others, even in this dreadful place. Where do you wish to go, a place of safety, the barracks, the blacksmith shop?"
Thaterin (*i am not grabbing the umlaut every time thats just not in my pay grade.*) raises an eyebrow. "Protecting? I assure you I need none. I'm quite capable." She sighs, "Oh sorry there, young man, you caught some of the old pride that still lingers in me still. Blacksmithing shop ain't sound too bad now, though. Been needing myself a nice set of boots lately."
He smiles. "Of course, just an offer, there are many powerful beings here. Pride is not a bad thing, arrogance however is a terrible flaw. I am not a young man, but maybe to you I am. Follow me!"
*WAR WITHOUT REASON (IT DOES HAVE A REASON, IT'S FUN)*
*EXACTLY. VIOLENCE!!!! ARSON!!!! CHAOS!!!!*
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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.
*well, i make my somewhat less than grandiose return. been a month since i introed but, you know how it is. my intro is linked to the post i just quoted, for a refresher.*
The middle of nowhere of the abyssal plane seems to have become the middle of somewhere, seeing as to how some specific pixie has chosen to make it their place of residence. It's marked with little more than a large statue--made of a simple stone--depicting some sort of large wyrm, curled around itself and forming the ouroboros. On the top of it, sitting cross-legged between the horns of the wyrm is the small pixie, adjusting her glasses gently as she absentmindedly writes with some sort of glittery pen into scroll-bound paper, that always seems to impossibly have just a bit more paper before running out.
A tall, handsome man comes walking up. "Hello! I am Malrick, what is your name?"
She adjusts her glasses, regarding him for just a second before going back to her papers. "Thäterin." She finishes a line or two before setting the scroll down, having it immediately combust into glowing, golden flame. She flutters down from her place above him, wings flapping gently as she hovers around eye level. "You have a point to seeking me out, I'm sure, but I am yet to be anyone important here. What purpose do you have for seeking me?"
"Nice to meet you! Everyone is important to me, I do not see anyone as insignificant. Are you new to this place? Do you need a tour?"
"Insignificant as a whole? Of course not, but here I've yet to make a name. A tour would be nice, but I suppose just to put names to places, I've been around the block once or twice already. Not really met any real cordial folks like yourself, though." She smiles softly.
He smiles back, enjoying having pleasant conversation. "I do not care if you have a name for yourself, I seek to protect, and care for others, even in this dreadful place. Where do you wish to go, a place of safety, the barracks, the blacksmith shop?"
"If you want, we can chat in my tower. It is a place of complete safety."
Thaterin (*i am not grabbing the umlaut every time thats just not in my pay grade.*) raises an eyebrow. "Protecting? I assure you I need none. I'm quite capable." She sighs, "Oh sorry there, young man, you caught some of the old pride that still lingers in me still. What sorts of things do you need protecting from? Ain't nothing that's been too upsetting crossed my path. I suppose I wouldn't mind following you into your.. personal tower, somehow completely disconnected to the outside world. Where we could chat. You see how you sound? I'll go with you, sure, but this proposition might want a revision, for the future."
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.
Thaterin (*i am not grabbing the umlaut every time thats just not in my pay grade.*) raises an eyebrow. "Protecting? I assure you I need none. I'm quite capable." She sighs, "Oh sorry there, young man, you caught some of the old pride that still lingers in me still. What sorts of things do you need protecting from? Ain't nothing that's been too upsetting crossed my path. I suppose I wouldn't mind following you into your.. personal tower, somehow completely disconnected to the outside world. Where we could chat. You see how you sound? I'll go with you, sure, but this proposition might want a revision, for the future."
*Just reposting this here.*
He smiles. "Of course, just an offer, there are many powerful beings here. Pride is not a bad thing, arrogance however is a terrible flaw. I am not a young man, but maybe to you I am. It is not just my tower, but a home for many, a place of peace.
Giratina roars at the girl. "Speak real words, feeble mortal!"
"I-I am! Please don't' kill me... Or... No... I must become free from the shackle of flesh... I must break ree from this pathetic lump of meat... No... No! Get out of my head!"
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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.
*Alright. RP? I'm thinking Violet will ally with the Angle, because both of them have similar goals.*
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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.
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.
*Alright. RP? I'm thinking Violet will ally with the Angle, because both of them have similar goals.*
*What do you mean? What are Angels goals?*
*To kill the gods.*
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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.
*Alright. RP? I'm thinking Violet will ally with the Angle, because both of them have similar goals.*
*The Angle. Sure!*
*Exactly.*
Violet is sitting on the ground, stacking rocks.
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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.
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.
*We really are drawing lines in the sand for the two sides, aren't we. XD*
*Yes. Yes we are.*
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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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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"If you want, we can chat in my tower. It is a place of complete safety."
Giratina is flying far from the center of Profanus, with no clear purpose.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Still waiting for Flygon to get anything special.
He smiles. "Of course, just an offer, there are many powerful beings here. Pride is not a bad thing, arrogance however is a terrible flaw. I am not a young man, but maybe to you I am. Follow me!"
*EXACTLY. VIOLENCE!!!! ARSON!!!! CHAOS!!!!*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Thaterin (*i am not grabbing the umlaut every time thats just not in my pay grade.*) raises an eyebrow. "Protecting? I assure you I need none. I'm quite capable." She sighs, "Oh sorry there, young man, you caught some of the old pride that still lingers in me still. What sorts of things do you need protecting from? Ain't nothing that's been too upsetting crossed my path. I suppose I wouldn't mind following you into your.. personal tower, somehow completely disconnected to the outside world. Where we could chat. You see how you sound? I'll go with you, sure, but this proposition might want a revision, for the future."
say hi meta
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i miss repelt :[
*ALRIGHT HELLO I AM BACK. IS CYNO HERE?*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Cyno is gone… but I’m here!*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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*Just reposting this here.*
He smiles. "Of course, just an offer, there are many powerful beings here. Pride is not a bad thing, arrogance however is a terrible flaw. I am not a young man, but maybe to you I am. It is not just my tower, but a home for many, a place of peace.
*And me!*
"I-I am! Please don't' kill me... Or... No... I must become free from the shackle of flesh... I must break ree from this pathetic lump of meat... No... No! Get out of my head!"
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Alright. RP? I'm thinking Violet will ally with the Angle, because both of them have similar goals.*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Yey! RP?*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*The Angle. Sure!*
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! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*What do you mean? What are Angels goals?*
*Sure!*
*To kill the gods.*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Exactly.*
Violet is sitting on the ground, stacking rocks.
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*We really are drawing lines in the sand for the two sides, aren't we. XD*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Violet is sitting on the ground, stacking rocks.
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Yes. Yes we are.*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings