GRA's eye lens flickers to white for a few seconds, then to blue. "++Designation stored++" They say in a more female tone. Then, in their usual voice, "My designation is GRA-735. You may also call me Gravemaker."
"Curious name"
GRA tilts their head. "It is not a name, by human definition."
"Then what is it defined as?"
"GRA is an acronym, I believe, although I have no information in my databanks of what that acronym is. 735 is a number assigned to me at my creation, most likely designating me as the 735th of a product line."
"Ah, intresting"
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Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
Willow is up at Kio Street Station, attempting to socialize.
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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!)
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask walks into Kio Street Station, his clogs clacking against the tiles. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides. There might not even be a human behind the mask.
The way he walks is almost dance-like, staggered movements that repeat in a near musical pattern. He doesn't seem to be doing it consciously.
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask walks into Kio Street Station, his clogs clacking against the tiles. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides. There might not even be a human behind the mask.
The way he walks is almost dance-like, staggered movements that repeat in a near musical pattern. He doesn't seem to be doing it consciously.
Link watches from the shadows, hoping this isn't a new hunter
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask walks into Kio Street Station, his clogs clacking against the tiles. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides. There might not even be a human behind the mask.
The way he walks is almost dance-like, staggered movements that repeat in a near musical pattern. He doesn't seem to be doing it consciously.
Link watches from the shadows, hoping this isn't a new hunter
The shadows seem to peel back from Link as the man turns his head, as if the darkness didn't want to be seen either. The cultist slowly moves toward Link, stopping about ten feet away from the other man. He then lowers himself to his knees and gently gestures for Link to come closer, offering a candy bar from his pack with his other hand.
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask walks into Kio Street Station, his clogs clacking against the tiles. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides. There might not even be a human behind the mask.
The way he walks is almost dance-like, staggered movements that repeat in a near musical pattern. He doesn't seem to be doing it consciously.
Link watches from the shadows, hoping this isn't a new hunter
The shadows seem to peel back from Link as the man turns his head, as if the darkness didn't want to be seen either. The cultist slowly moves toward Link, stopping about ten feet away from the other man. He then lowers himself to his knees and gently gestures for Link to come closer, offering a candy bar from his pack with his other hand.
'Let me guess, poison?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The shadows seem to peel back from Link as the man turns his head, as if the darkness didn't want to be seen either. The cultist slowly moves toward Link, stopping about ten feet away from the other man. He then lowers himself to his knees and gently gestures for Link to come closer, offering a candy bar from his pack with his other hand.
'Let me guess, poison?'
He shakes his head, but maintains 'eye contact,' however little that means with those dark voids. He breaks the bar in half and pushes one piece beneath his mask, pulling it out to reveal that he's taken a bite from it. He offers the unbitten half once more.
The shadows seem to peel back from Link as the man turns his head, as if the darkness didn't want to be seen either. The cultist slowly moves toward Link, stopping about ten feet away from the other man. He then lowers himself to his knees and gently gestures for Link to come closer, offering a candy bar from his pack with his other hand.
'Let me guess, poison?'
He shakes his head, but maintains 'eye contact,' however little that means with those dark voids. He breaks the bar in half and pushes one piece beneath his mask, pulling it out to reveal that he's taken a bite from it. He offers the unbitten half once more.
Link takes the bar. 'Nice. Don't get many who'd do that. All those 'Don't feed the unchipped' signs seem to have gotten to people's heads. You a Journeyman?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He shakes his head, but maintains 'eye contact,' however little that means with those dark voids. He breaks the bar in half and pushes one piece beneath his mask, pulling it out to reveal that he's taken a bite from it. He offers the unbitten half once more.
Link takes the bar. 'Nice. Don't get many who'd do that. All those 'Don't feed the unchipped' signs seem to have gotten to people's heads. You a Journeyman?'
He shakes his head again. "Pilgrim." He almost whispers it, so soft and quiet it is. He snaps his fingers, and a little match-flame appears in his fingertips. "I come from a magical land... and I need to find something amazing before I return."
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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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"Ah, intresting"
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
*I must leave now. goo'bye*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*Bye*
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
Willow is up at Kio Street Station, attempting to socialize.
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.
A stocky man in a pale cloak and a charred wooden rat mask walks into Kio Street Station, his clogs clacking against the tiles. He rests his left arm on his black duffel bag, and a medallion shaped like a cauldron hangs around his neck. Not an inch of skin is showing through the deep red and off-white wrappings across his body, his gloves, and his apron that covers his front, back, and sides. There might not even be a human behind the mask.
The way he walks is almost dance-like, staggered movements that repeat in a near musical pattern. He doesn't seem to be doing it consciously.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Link watches from the shadows, hoping this isn't a new hunter
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The shadows seem to peel back from Link as the man turns his head, as if the darkness didn't want to be seen either. The cultist slowly moves toward Link, stopping about ten feet away from the other man. He then lowers himself to his knees and gently gestures for Link to come closer, offering a candy bar from his pack with his other hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Let me guess, poison?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He shakes his head, but maintains 'eye contact,' however little that means with those dark voids. He breaks the bar in half and pushes one piece beneath his mask, pulling it out to reveal that he's taken a bite from it. He offers the unbitten half once more.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Link takes the bar. 'Nice. Don't get many who'd do that. All those 'Don't feed the unchipped' signs seem to have gotten to people's heads. You a Journeyman?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He shakes his head again. "Pilgrim." He almost whispers it, so soft and quiet it is. He snaps his fingers, and a little match-flame appears in his fingertips. "I come from a magical land... and I need to find something amazing before I return."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels