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*Pyramid Head. Is it okay if I play a Gravemachine with a Black cog (granting them telepathy/telekinesis) who is formed from the collective fragments of dreamers’ souls that represent their greed for knowledge and lust for transcendence?*

 *I think that would be cool, but someone would had to have made the Gravemachine. If you can figure that out, I'm great with this.*

 *What if they started as a built assistant to a repair man/doctor Dreamer? People would come to him to repair broken pieces, and the pieces they discarded, the Doctor used to upgrade my character. And then after the Doctor unexpectedly died, multiple curious Dreamers and monsters slowly started wandering in the abandoned building, which prompted my character to kill them to protect the shop. They then used the over curious and knowledge seeking cores to upgrade themselves to this point.*

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 *page bonk*

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 *page bonk*

 there is a crouching, humanoid figure on a nearby rooftop. completely covered in shadow, except for their flickering eyes

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 Lou was heading up a stairwell, following Never's eerie melody, something compelling him to keep heading toward it. He holds a bottle tightly to him, hands lightly shaking. "...Hello...?" He offers in a quiet voice as he steps atop the rooftop, breathing in some of the smoky air, reaching into his pocket for his own source of smoke.

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 Lou was heading up a stairwell, following Never's eerie melody, something compelling him to keep heading toward it. He holds a bottle tightly to him, hands lightly shaking. "...Hello...?" He offers in a quiet voice as he steps atop the rooftop, breathing in some of the smoky air, reaching into his pocket for his own source of smoke.

 The song is familiar, as is the singer. It's lanky, porcelain marionette with its strings tangled up behind it. Once you get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all the grandiosity surrounding it. 

*anyone on?*

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*anyone on?*

 

 *I am*

yes

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 Lou was heading up a stairwell, following Never's eerie melody, something compelling him to keep heading toward it. He holds a bottle tightly to him, hands lightly shaking. "...Hello...?" He offers in a quiet voice as he steps atop the rooftop, breathing in some of the smoky air, reaching into his pocket for his own source of smoke.

 The song is familiar, as is the singer. It's lanky, porcelain marionette with its strings tangled up behind it. Once you get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all the grandiosity surrounding it. 

 

 *question, do they look like an artist he recognizes? like are they a famous singer? also, SICK design, giving david bowie/pos*

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 Lou was heading up a stairwell, following Never's eerie melody, something compelling him to keep heading toward it. He holds a bottle tightly to him, hands lightly shaking. "...Hello...?" He offers in a quiet voice as he steps atop the rooftop, breathing in some of the smoky air, reaching into his pocket for his own source of smoke.

 The song is familiar, as is the singer. It's lanky, porcelain marionette with its strings tangled up behind it. Once you get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glamrock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all the grandiosity surrounding it. 

 

 *question, do they look like an artist he recognizes? like are they a famous singer? also, SICK design, giving david bowie/pos*

 *Yes those were my main inspirations! If he was from modern times, he'll recgognise them as Eddie Vega, a famous popstar with a glamrock aesthetic*

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Terrako is looking at the fields' border, trying to figure out how to get through. 

The octopus skeleton is sitting in a murky river, its full form visible in the water.

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Terrako is looking at the fields' border, trying to figure out how to get through. 

The octopus skeleton is sitting in a murky river, its full form visible in the water.

 it sees two eyes in the darkness, flickering like candlelight

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Terrako is looking at the fields' border, trying to figure out how to get through. 

The octopus skeleton is sitting in a murky river, its full form visible in the water.

 it sees two eyes in the darkness, flickering like candlelight

"Fwerb?" The octopus pops out of the water and moves towards the eyes. 

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*Pyramid Head. Is it okay if I play a Gravemachine with a Black cog (granting them telepathy/telekinesis) who is formed from the collective fragments of dreamers’ souls that represent their greed for knowledge and lust for transcendence?*

 *I think that would be cool, but someone would had to have made the Gravemachine. If you can figure that out, I'm great with this.*

 *What if they started as a built assistant to a repair man/doctor Dreamer? People would come to him to repair broken pieces, and the pieces they discarded, the Doctor used to upgrade my character. And then after the Doctor unexpectedly died, multiple curious Dreamers and monsters slowly started wandering in the abandoned building, which prompted my character to kill them to protect the shop. They then used the over curious and knowledge seeking cores to upgrade themselves to this point.*

 *cough cough. Baalz? Is this a good idea?*

*Pyramid Head.*

*hello friends!*

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*hello friends!*

*ih*

*hi*

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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island. 

Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one.
*i can give descriptions if necessary*

 Lou was heading up a stairwell, following Never's eerie melody, something compelling him to keep heading toward it. He holds a bottle tightly to him, hands lightly shaking. "...Hello...?" He offers in a quiet voice as he steps atop the rooftop, breathing in some of the smoky air, reaching into his pocket for his own source of smoke.

 The song is familiar, as is the singer. It's lanky, porcelain marionette with its strings tangled up behind it. Once you get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glam rock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all the grandiosity surrounding it. 

 

 as Luigi noticed the flashy figure, he was nearly stunned "W-woah." He mutters, blinking. He quickly fixes his curly pompadour, and straightens his bowtie on his Parlor uniform. "...H-hey."  He says in his usual New York Accent, giving a light wave. "I uh... couldn't help but see where the singin' came from." he says wit a light smile, pulling out a cigar. "It sounded kinda... uh... nostalgic?" He offers with a shrug. He puts the cigar in his mouth, sticking out from behind his thick, curly mustache, Lighting it and taking in some of the smoke, releasing a puff that melds with the surrounding smoke.

*hi howdy everybody!*