The Grand Ascendant and Hand of The Ascendant are walking the alleys
He sees Cal resting in a nearby alcove, drinking a can of Syn and making a video of himself
*they/them. both of 'em*
the Hand of The Ascendant, in black robes and pared-down power armor observes them with their three eyes
'Hey, you a hunter? Wanna be in my video? I got a decent channel'
"no. I am not" they pause, then nod. "how decent?"
'Good chunk of XT boys watching, and not just from Blackrain City, but further afield as well. Hoping to make it big on the HexNet. Gives me something to do'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Little purple flowers have begun to grow in Kio station. They drip a midnight-colored nectar to the ground. It smells like morning dew, like chocolate, like peppers, and like honey.
A faint sound, clacking, musical bones can be heard near the flowers.
Sundew stops by to inspect the flowers more closely.
A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Little purple flowers have begun to grow in Kio station. They drip a midnight-colored nectar to the ground. It smells like morning dew, like chocolate, like peppers, and like honey.
A faint sound, clacking, musical bones can be heard near the flowers.
Old Waldo, the bartender of Kio Street, goes over to inspect the flowers
*Ack, I only had one thing planned... oh well, it works just as well here.* A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Little purple flowers have begun to grow in Kio station. They drip a midnight-colored nectar to the ground. It smells like morning dew, like chocolate, like peppers, and like honey.
A faint sound, clacking, musical bones can be heard near the flowers.
Old Waldo, the bartender of Kio Street, goes over to inspect the flowers
*Ack, I only had one thing planned... oh well, it works just as well here.* A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
'Hey, who's there?' Waldo grabs his shotgun
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Little purple flowers have begun to grow in Kio station. They drip a midnight-colored nectar to the ground. It smells like morning dew, like chocolate, like peppers, and like honey.
A faint sound, clacking, musical bones can be heard near the flowers.
Sundew stops by to inspect the flowers more closely.
A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Sundew grabs the hand and tries to help pull it out.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
*Ack, I only had one thing planned... oh well, it works just as well here.* A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
'Hey, who's there?' Waldo grabs his shotgun
The pool spreads outward a bit more as the rest of the creature leaps out. A humanoid figure, moving acrobatically despite his size, twirls and bows deeply to Waldo. "Let's skip the formalities. Gyrs Sangris, and you are?"
*Desc:*
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
*Ack, I only had one thing planned... oh well, it works just as well here.* A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
'Hey, who's there?' Waldo grabs his shotgun
The pool spreads outward a bit more as the rest of the creature leaps out. A humanoid figure, moving acrobatically despite his size, twirls and bows deeply to Waldo. "Let's skip the formalities. Gyrs Sangris, and you are?"
*Desc:*
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
'Waldo. I run this place, Kio Street Station. If you need to know, I got a chip'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Little purple flowers have begun to grow in Kio station. They drip a midnight-colored nectar to the ground. It smells like morning dew, like chocolate, like peppers, and like honey.
A faint sound, clacking, musical bones can be heard near the flowers.
Sundew stops by to inspect the flowers more closely.
A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Sundew grabs the hand and tries to help pull it out.
The hand grips hers firmly as she pulls it. The arm keeps going and going, until out comes a smiling, monstrous figure. "Thank you very much, madam! My name is Gyrs Sangris, pleasure to be meeting you, a pleasure indeed!" He speaks with speed and force as his almost spider-like form pulls itself fully from the pool.
Desc:
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
The pool spreads outward a bit more as the rest of the creature leaps out. A humanoid figure, moving acrobatically despite his size, twirls and bows deeply to Waldo. "Let's skip the formalities. Gyrs Sangris, and you are?"
*Desc:*
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
'Waldo. I run this place, Kio Street Station. If you need to know, I got a chip'
"A chip? Ah, you must mistake me for one of this era! I've been dead for quite some time! Really a shame, but now I have much to learn!" He grins and leans close to the barrel of Waldo's shotgun. "Ah, a weapon of some sort? More advanced than my old matchlock to be sure!"
The pool spreads outward a bit more as the rest of the creature leaps out. A humanoid figure, moving acrobatically despite his size, twirls and bows deeply to Waldo. "Let's skip the formalities. Gyrs Sangris, and you are?"
*Desc:*
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
'Waldo. I run this place, Kio Street Station. If you need to know, I got a chip'
"A chip? Ah, you must mistake me for one of this era! I've been dead for quite some time! Really a shame, but now I have much to learn!" He grins and leans close to the barrel of Waldo's shotgun. "Ah, a weapon of some sort? More advanced than my old matchlock to be sure!"
'Matchlock? You're joking, right. Where did you come from?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A chip? Ah, you must mistake me for one of this era! I've been dead for quite some time! Really a shame, but now I have much to learn!" He grins and leans close to the barrel of Waldo's shotgun. "Ah, a weapon of some sort? More advanced than my old matchlock to be sure!"
'Matchlock? You're joking, right. Where did you come from?'
His grin widens, further than a normal human's face could without cutting through muscle. "Hell." He jumps back, laughing, before standing up straight again. "Oh, I'm joking! I wasn't born there! I was born here, some thousand years back I'm guessing? Doesn't matter, if I were recent enough to be remembered, people would be trying to forget me anyway."
"A chip? Ah, you must mistake me for one of this era! I've been dead for quite some time! Really a shame, but now I have much to learn!" He grins and leans close to the barrel of Waldo's shotgun. "Ah, a weapon of some sort? More advanced than my old matchlock to be sure!"
'Matchlock? You're joking, right. Where did you come from?'
His grin widens, further than a normal human's face could without cutting through muscle. "Hell." He jumps back, laughing, before standing up straight again. "Oh, I'm joking! I wasn't born there! I was born here, some thousand years back I'm guessing? Doesn't matter, if I were recent enough to be remembered, people would be trying to forget me anyway."
'Thousand years ago... you must be lost. Welcome to the Leonidas line, buddy. Want to buy a drink?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
His grin widens, further than a normal human's face could without cutting through muscle. "Hell." He jumps back, laughing, before standing up straight again. "Oh, I'm joking! I wasn't born there! I was born here, some thousand years back I'm guessing? Doesn't matter, if I were recent enough to be remembered, people would be trying to forget me anyway."
'Thousand years ago... you must be lost. Welcome to the Leonidas line, buddy. Want to buy a drink?'
He snickers. "With what money, good fellow? I have some coins, but surely you've moved on to a lighter currency." He places some heavy, black obols on the counter. "They're made of real silver."
Little purple flowers have begun to grow in Kio station. They drip a midnight-colored nectar to the ground. It smells like morning dew, like chocolate, like peppers, and like honey.
A faint sound, clacking, musical bones can be heard near the flowers.
Sundew stops by to inspect the flowers more closely.
A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Sundew grabs the hand and tries to help pull it out.
The hand grips hers firmly as she pulls it. The arm keeps going and going, until out comes a smiling, monstrous figure. "Thank you very much, madam! My name is Gyrs Sangris, pleasure to be meeting you, a pleasure indeed!" He speaks with speed and force as his almost spider-like form pulls itself fully from the pool.
Desc:
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
"Nice outfit. What kind of plants are those? They're like nothing I've ever seen." Sundew completely ignores Gyrs' greeting.
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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!)
The hand grips hers firmly as she pulls it. The arm keeps going and going, until out comes a smiling, monstrous figure. "Thank you very much, madam! My name is Gyrs Sangris, pleasure to be meeting you, a pleasure indeed!" He speaks with speed and force as his almost spider-like form pulls itself fully from the pool.
Desc:
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
"Nice outfit. What kind of plants are those? They're like nothing I've ever seen." Sundew completely ignores Gyrs' greeting.
"Well, I'm glad you asked! Long ago, we used to have a wide variety of trees here! Each stick you see on my coat is from a different plant, and yet I didn't take from over two thirds of the trees!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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'Good chunk of XT boys watching, and not just from Blackrain City, but further afield as well. Hoping to make it big on the HexNet. Gives me something to do'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ack, I only had one thing planned... oh well, it works just as well here.*
A grey, clawed hand emerges from the pool of nectar as if it were a portal. The hand presses down against the floor as the thing on the other end attempts to push itself out. The sleeve on the arm has wooden sticks stitched all over it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hey, who's there?' Waldo grabs his shotgun
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Sundew grabs the hand and tries to help pull it out.
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.
The pool spreads outward a bit more as the rest of the creature leaps out. A humanoid figure, moving acrobatically despite his size, twirls and bows deeply to Waldo. "Let's skip the formalities. Gyrs Sangris, and you are?"
*Desc:*
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Waldo. I run this place, Kio Street Station. If you need to know, I got a chip'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The hand grips hers firmly as she pulls it. The arm keeps going and going, until out comes a smiling, monstrous figure. "Thank you very much, madam! My name is Gyrs Sangris, pleasure to be meeting you, a pleasure indeed!" He speaks with speed and force as his almost spider-like form pulls itself fully from the pool.
Desc:
Lanky, pale man with straw-like hair, sharp teeth, luminescent green eyes, and a dog-like nose. He dresses in a fashion best described as "Scrooge, but made of sticks." He wears a warm coat and top hat, both covered in short, straight sticks taken straight off the forest floor. Their origin is not of this earth. He also wears a scarf, Southern-style tie beneath it, and a green ribbon on his hat. He's quick and graceful, moving with the beauty of a dancer despite his attire not being suited to it, and is usually smiling or at least calm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A chip? Ah, you must mistake me for one of this era! I've been dead for quite some time! Really a shame, but now I have much to learn!" He grins and leans close to the barrel of Waldo's shotgun. "Ah, a weapon of some sort? More advanced than my old matchlock to be sure!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Matchlock? You're joking, right. Where did you come from?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
His grin widens, further than a normal human's face could without cutting through muscle. "Hell." He jumps back, laughing, before standing up straight again. "Oh, I'm joking! I wasn't born there! I was born here, some thousand years back I'm guessing? Doesn't matter, if I were recent enough to be remembered, people would be trying to forget me anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Thousand years ago... you must be lost. Welcome to the Leonidas line, buddy. Want to buy a drink?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He snickers. "With what money, good fellow? I have some coins, but surely you've moved on to a lighter currency." He places some heavy, black obols on the counter. "They're made of real silver."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nice outfit. What kind of plants are those? They're like nothing I've ever seen." Sundew completely ignores Gyrs' greeting.
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.
"Well, I'm glad you asked! Long ago, we used to have a wide variety of trees here! Each stick you see on my coat is from a different plant, and yet I didn't take from over two thirds of the trees!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels