On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
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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.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
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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.
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Loud footsteps approach the stout man as Lieutenant Orson approaches him. An almost 7 foot tall Russian soldier with a long, scraggly beard and a pot belly that stretches his Fatigues. His right arm is covered in scars from the forearm down, and one scar runs down his left eye. He wears a blue beanie. Orson speaks bluntly to the man at the fire pit. "I recognize your armor. Russian. You look like strong man." His accent is thick, and his voice sounds like a foghorn.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
"Rich boy, huh?" He chuckles. "No rich boys go to the military, what're you here for?"
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
“Nah. It’s not scary or funny really. But ‘hope you don’t die’ just sounds so alien, Y’know? Well I guess you wouldn’t know. Most people don’t think like I do.”
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
"Rich boy, huh?" He chuckles. "No rich boys go to the military, what're you here for?"
“My older brother was in the military. He chose to do it. My parents wanted me to go to the military because my brother was in the military before me and they want me to be more like him.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
"Mmm..." He shakes his head. "Everyone needs a knife. Here." He picks up a paring knife from his neat, sharpened pile, and holds it out so the handle is facing Will.
"Won't cut heavier armor, but it's better than nothing, I'd think. In the event a fight gets close n' cuddly enough, like if you're climbing into an Axis encampment, the man with the knife wins almost every time... unless the other person has martial arts training. But we're far from the Pacific right now."
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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.
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
“Nah. It’s not scary or funny really. But ‘hope you don’t die’ just sounds so alien, Y’know? Well I guess you wouldn’t know. Most people don’t think like I do.”
“Your way of thinking is odd. But who knows? It might just be the right way of thinking.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
"Mmm..." He shakes his head. "Everyone needs a knife. Here." He picks up a paring knife from his neat, sharpened pile, and holds it out so the handle is facing Will.
"Won't cut heavier armor, but it's better than nothing, I'd think. In the event a fight gets close n' cuddly enough, like if you're climbing into an Axis encampment, the man with the knife wins almost every time... unless the other person has martial arts training. But we're far from the Pacific right now."
“Th-thanks sir.” He smiles. “I’m Will, by the way.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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Loud footsteps approach the stout man as Lieutenant Orson approaches him. An almost 7 foot tall Russian soldier with a long, scraggly beard and a pot belly that stretches his Fatigues. His right arm is covered in scars from the forearm down, and one scar runs down his left eye. He wears a blue beanie. Orson speaks bluntly to the man at the fire pit. "I recognize your armor. Russian. You look like strong man." His accent is thick, and his voice sounds like a foghorn.
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“Haha! Same here.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
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“I apologize in advance for when I do inevitably forget it.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Rich boy, huh?" He chuckles. "No rich boys go to the military, what're you here for?"
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No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
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“Nah. It’s not scary or funny really. But ‘hope you don’t die’ just sounds so alien, Y’know? Well I guess you wouldn’t know. Most people don’t think like I do.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“My older brother was in the military. He chose to do it. My parents wanted me to go to the military because my brother was in the military before me and they want me to be more like him.”
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"Mmm..." He shakes his head. "Everyone needs a knife. Here." He picks up a paring knife from his neat, sharpened pile, and holds it out so the handle is facing Will.
"Won't cut heavier armor, but it's better than nothing, I'd think. In the event a fight gets close n' cuddly enough, like if you're climbing into an Axis encampment, the man with the knife wins almost every time... unless the other person has martial arts training. But we're far from the Pacific right now."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Your way of thinking is odd. But who knows? It might just be the right way of thinking.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
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“Th-thanks sir.” He smiles. “I’m Will, by the way.”
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It would be fun to have a practice pinball fight. With high tech weapons obviously.