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.
“Most people aren’t this nice to me. But your obviously different from most people.”
“Not really. I think a lot of people would be nice to you.” He shrugs, wiping his blonde hair away from his face and smiling.
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
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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.
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 bot 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.
He nods. "Correct on all accounts, bossman." His accent is... different from typical Russian. Just slightly off, but not faked or forced despite his fluent English. "This armor was made by the Giants of my home island, and it would have cost about 805,545 Rubles at any other time. It was a gift, fortunately. It's taken round after round, saving me and my comrades many times... although I will admit, it isn't perfect. It weighs approximately 109 kilograms, and I often have severe lacerations and broken ribs from anything larger than small arms fire, on top of the fact that if a bullet gets put between my plates it'll ricochet off them and through my meager corpus, killing me horribly. But I'd rather have it than not."
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
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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 bot 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.
He nods. "Correct on all accounts, bossman." His accent is... different from typical Russian. Just slightly off, but not faked or forced despite his fluent English. "This armor was made by the Giants of my home island, and it would have cost about 805,545 Rubles at any other time. It was a gift, fortunately. It's taken round after round, saving me and my comrades many times... although I will admit, it isn't perfect. It weighs approximately 109 kilograms, and I often have severe lacerations and broken ribs from anything larger than small arms fire, on top of the fact that if a bullet gets put between my plates it'll ricochet off them and through my meager corpus, killing me horribly. But I'd rather have it than not."
Orson listens intently and nods. "Soldiers in my platoon vill receive extra padding for defending front line. You look like heavy infantry kind of man. Vat squad are you assigned to? Vat rank are you?" He speaks very slowly, as if he has to think about every word before he says it.
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
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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.
"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.”
"Vincent. My mother was obsessed with the French." He picks up his own enormous blade. "Have you ever seen Giantcraft? It's mostly unknown throughout this world. It's too... cultured for modern wallets."
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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.
"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.”
"Vincent. My mother was obsessed with the French." He picks up his own enormous blade. "Have you ever seen Giantcraft? It's mostly unknown throughout this world. It's too... cultured for modern wallets."
“No sir.” He shakes his head.
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
“And you succeeded?”
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
“And you succeeded?”
"There were a few bumps, but yeah. I didn't take out the target myself, but I managed to infiltrate the facility."
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
“And you succeeded?”
"There were a few bumps, but yeah. I didn't take out the target myself, but I managed to infiltrate the facility."
“Woah!”
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
“And you succeeded?”
"There were a few bumps, but yeah. I didn't take out the target myself, but I managed to infiltrate the facility."
“Woah!”
"I reckon you're first mission will be intel retrieval or destruction of comms or something of the sort."
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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.
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
“So you get it?”
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
“And you succeeded?”
"There were a few bumps, but yeah. I didn't take out the target myself, but I managed to infiltrate the facility."
“Woah!”
"I reckon you're first mission will be intel retrieval or destruction of comms or something of the sort."
“Oh. Alright. That doesn’t sound very dangerous!”
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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.
"Long as you don't get caught." They get in line and Thompson grabs a plate, fork, and napkin.
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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.
TRON LIVES
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*Who killed the thread?*
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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*Cut with banan*
“Most people aren’t this nice to me. But your obviously different from most people.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Not really. I think a lot of people would be nice to you.” He shrugs, wiping his blonde hair away from his face and smiling.
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.
Extended Signature!
*Cut with Banan*
"Ah, typical. I was raised by my Gramps, an' he fought in the great war. He raised me to be a soldier like him."
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
“So you get it?”
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.
Extended Signature!
"Well, I'm proud to be here, but yeah. I understand having to live up to expectations."
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
“Yeah… when do you think we’ll get out there? I really don’t want to die like my older brother.”
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.
Extended Signature!
"Rookies don't get sent on missions. I give it a week or two of training before they put you on the field."
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 nods. "Correct on all accounts, bossman." His accent is... different from typical Russian. Just slightly off, but not faked or forced despite his fluent English. "This armor was made by the Giants of my home island, and it would have cost about 805,545 Rubles at any other time. It was a gift, fortunately. It's taken round after round, saving me and my comrades many times... although I will admit, it isn't perfect. It weighs approximately 109 kilograms, and I often have severe lacerations and broken ribs from anything larger than small arms fire, on top of the fact that if a bullet gets put between my plates it'll ricochet off them and through my meager corpus, killing me horribly. But I'd rather have it than not."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Have you been sent on a mission?”
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.
Extended Signature!
Orson listens intently and nods. "Soldiers in my platoon vill receive extra padding for defending front line. You look like heavy infantry kind of man. Vat squad are you assigned to? Vat rank are you?" He speaks very slowly, as if he has to think about every word before he says it.
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
"Three times now. Twice to destroy Nazi radio stations, and once to eliminate a Lieutenant with my squad."
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
"Vincent. My mother was obsessed with the French." He picks up his own enormous blade. "Have you ever seen Giantcraft? It's mostly unknown throughout this world. It's too... cultured for modern wallets."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No sir.” He shakes his head.
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.
Extended Signature!
“And you succeeded?”
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.
Extended Signature!
"There were a few bumps, but yeah. I didn't take out the target myself, but I managed to infiltrate the facility."
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
“Woah!”
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.
Extended Signature!
"I reckon you're first mission will be intel retrieval or destruction of comms or something of the sort."
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
“Oh. Alright. That doesn’t sound very dangerous!”
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.
Extended Signature!
*cut*
"Long as you don't get caught." They get in line and Thompson grabs a plate, fork, and napkin.
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