“I know much about them, very much. There is only one where I come from.”
"Well, the ones I am aware of, have many enemies. Most of which were created by my Teacher..."
“Many enemies.” She nods in agreement.
"Well, no use dilly dallying, come on."
She follows behind her, seeming deep in thought.
At the end of the street, she looks around, before taking out some chalk and sketching a circle onto the ground, with strange images of eyes and tentacles, and writing in a language that seems to shift and change.
“Odd. Very odd.”
"YEs. Yes it is. Anyways the gateway has been established. Come on."
She reaches for Niko's hand.
Niko yanks it away. “What do you need my hand for?”
"Well, I could just teleport myself and not you. The portal requires physical contact in order to transport multiple people."
A human man in strange clothes rides into town on an armored metal cart with no horses or draft animals to speak of. He has a long, white coat with oversized shoulderpads, large gloves, a mask that simply covers the area around his eyes witt a strip of black fabric, and a top hat that looks like it was cleanly slashed in half on the diagonal. He laughs maniacally as he drives at a leisurely pace through the street.
Closer inspection reveals that his rounded, cylindrical vehicle has eye slits in its base, implying that someone was meant to be inside of it near the wheels.
The human man sees someone rush out of the tavern at a fast pace, shoving a cloak over their face before you can catch a good look at them.
The vehicle slowly turns in the direction that the person fled, then starts moving forward, quickly gaining speed. It's still slower than a fit person can go in a sprint. The man cackles and points. "What's the rush, little man?! Muahahaha!"
They keep running, but approach a large stick on the ground. As they reach it, they trip, sending their cloak flying and revealing an about nineteen year old person with blonde hair tied into a long ponytail, and strangely, they seem to glow in the light of the sunset. They slowly stand to their feet and turn around, frowning. They’re tall, with bright red eyes and sharp teeth. They seem to be a boy. The boy scans the area, seemingly looking out for danger, before deciding it’s safe. He walks over to the man.
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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.
“I know much about them, very much. There is only one where I come from.”
"Well, the ones I am aware of, have many enemies. Most of which were created by my Teacher..."
“Many enemies.” She nods in agreement.
"Well, no use dilly dallying, come on."
She follows behind her, seeming deep in thought.
At the end of the street, she looks around, before taking out some chalk and sketching a circle onto the ground, with strange images of eyes and tentacles, and writing in a language that seems to shift and change.
“Odd. Very odd.”
"YEs. Yes it is. Anyways the gateway has been established. Come on."
She reaches for Niko's hand.
Niko yanks it away. “What do you need my hand for?”
"Well, I could just teleport myself and not you. The portal requires physical contact in order to transport multiple people."
“Fine.” She huffs, holding out her hand. It’s cold, almost as if she’s dead.
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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.
“I know much about them, very much. There is only one where I come from.”
"Well, the ones I am aware of, have many enemies. Most of which were created by my Teacher..."
“Many enemies.” She nods in agreement.
"Well, no use dilly dallying, come on."
She follows behind her, seeming deep in thought.
At the end of the street, she looks around, before taking out some chalk and sketching a circle onto the ground, with strange images of eyes and tentacles, and writing in a language that seems to shift and change.
“Odd. Very odd.”
"YEs. Yes it is. Anyways the gateway has been established. Come on."
She reaches for Niko's hand.
Niko yanks it away. “What do you need my hand for?”
"Well, I could just teleport myself and not you. The portal requires physical contact in order to transport multiple people."
“Fine.” She huffs, holding out her hand. It’s cold, almost as if she’s dead.
"Alright. Ready? And... when talking to the Teacher... be careful. Be very, very, careful."
In town, on a stage in the center of the square, a jester performs. The jester seems to be doing acrobatic tricks to a small crowd that stays to watch. They seem robotic in nature, a creature made of flexible metal that seems to have a vaguely human form. Their body resembles kintsugi, a practice where something broken is put back together with gold, veins of gold spider down their body and across their face. They wear a dress-like suit of royal blue with a ruffled collar and cuffs.
The huge man in the strange vehicle drives over. He decides to admire the machine from a distance, a far back enough to not crush the crowd but not even pretending that he cares about whether he's percieved.
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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.
“I know much about them, very much. There is only one where I come from.”
"Well, the ones I am aware of, have many enemies. Most of which were created by my Teacher..."
“Many enemies.” She nods in agreement.
"Well, no use dilly dallying, come on."
She follows behind her, seeming deep in thought.
At the end of the street, she looks around, before taking out some chalk and sketching a circle onto the ground, with strange images of eyes and tentacles, and writing in a language that seems to shift and change.
“Odd. Very odd.”
"YEs. Yes it is. Anyways the gateway has been established. Come on."
She reaches for Niko's hand.
Niko yanks it away. “What do you need my hand for?”
"Well, I could just teleport myself and not you. The portal requires physical contact in order to transport multiple people."
“Fine.” She huffs, holding out her hand. It’s cold, almost as if she’s dead.
"Alright. Ready? And... when talking to the Teacher... be careful. Be very, very, careful."
“I will.”
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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.
“I know much about them, very much. There is only one where I come from.”
"Well, the ones I am aware of, have many enemies. Most of which were created by my Teacher..."
“Many enemies.” She nods in agreement.
"Well, no use dilly dallying, come on."
She follows behind her, seeming deep in thought.
At the end of the street, she looks around, before taking out some chalk and sketching a circle onto the ground, with strange images of eyes and tentacles, and writing in a language that seems to shift and change.
“Odd. Very odd.”
"YEs. Yes it is. Anyways the gateway has been established. Come on."
She reaches for Niko's hand.
Niko yanks it away. “What do you need my hand for?”
"Well, I could just teleport myself and not you. The portal requires physical contact in order to transport multiple people."
“Fine.” She huffs, holding out her hand. It’s cold, almost as if she’s dead.
"Alright. Ready? And... when talking to the Teacher... be careful. Be very, very, careful."
“I will.”
*Alright! I'm gonna PM you, and we can continue there for secrecy. Is that okay?*
The vehicle slowly turns in the direction that the person fled, then starts moving forward, quickly gaining speed. It's still slower than a fit person can go in a sprint. The man cackles and points. "What's the rush, little man?! Muahahaha!"
They keep running, but approach a large stick on the ground. As they reach it, they trip, sending their cloak flying and revealing an about nineteen year old person with blonde hair tied into a long ponytail, and strangely, they seem to glow in the light of the sunset. They slowly stand to their feet and turn around, frowning. They’re tall, with bright red eyes and sharp teeth. They seem to be a boy. The boy scans the area, seemingly looking out for danger, before deciding it’s safe. He walks over to the man.
The mad scientist leans over the edge of his contraption. "Huh. You're tall." He's one to talk since he looks like he might be part giant. "Thought you might have been someone I knew." The vehicle begins to turn once more, painfully slowly.
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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.
In town, on a stage in the center of the square, a jester performs. The jester seems to be doing acrobatic tricks to a small crowd that stays to watch. They seem robotic in nature, a creature made of flexible metal that seems to have a vaguely human form. Their body resembles kintsugi, a practice where something broken is put back together with gold, veins of gold spider down their body and across their face. They wear a dress-like suit of royal blue with a ruffled collar and cuffs.
The huge man in the strange vehicle drives over. He decides to admire the machine from a distance, a far back enough to not crush the crowd but not even pretending that he cares about whether he's percieved.
After the show, the robot disappears into the caravan parked beside the stage, its spidery limbs comically throwing it inside.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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 vehicle slowly turns in the direction that the person fled, then starts moving forward, quickly gaining speed. It's still slower than a fit person can go in a sprint. The man cackles and points. "What's the rush, little man?! Muahahaha!"
They keep running, but approach a large stick on the ground. As they reach it, they trip, sending their cloak flying and revealing an about nineteen year old person with blonde hair tied into a long ponytail, and strangely, they seem to glow in the light of the sunset. They slowly stand to their feet and turn around, frowning. They’re tall, with bright red eyes and sharp teeth. They seem to be a boy. The boy scans the area, seemingly looking out for danger, before deciding it’s safe. He walks over to the man.
The mad scientist leans over the edge of his contraption. "Huh. You're tall." He's one to talk since he looks like he might be part giant. "Thought you might have been someone I knew." The vehicle begins to turn once more, painfully slowly.
“Ah. Maybe you’ve seen me before? A lot of people say that. Wonder why.” His voice is soft and sharp, charming and friendly, and his eyes avert from the mad scientist’s.
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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 huge man in the strange vehicle drives over. He decides to admire the machine from a distance, a far back enough to not crush the crowd but not even pretending that he cares about whether he's percieved.
After the show, the robot disappears into the caravan parked beside the stage, its spidery limbs comically throwing it inside.
The man steps out of his vehicle and 'sneaks' (his shoes are huge and loud) over to the door.
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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.
From underneath her hood, a green glow emerges from the shadows, where her eyes would be, and the faint noises of wind rustling through trees drifts through the Tavern.
"There! I should be able to understand you now..."
(Speak with Animals)
"You know, I can speak normally. I just..." The cat's body once again shifts uncontrollably, still sounding very painful. "...don't like talking."
"Oh, that's fine too! Don't talk if you're not comfortable, okay...?"
The cat's shape starts shifting much quicker, limbs and appendages of all different kinds of animals splaying out before being sucked back in. "[GP]. The potion was supposed to help this, not accelerate it."
"Is... Is everything okay...? What am I saying, you're obviously not okay!"
The shapeshifter continues shifting uncontrollably. "Help me get outside. Last time this happened, I might have torn down a building or three."
"Oh- Oh! Okay. I can do you one better! I can take you somewhere where you won't be able to hurt anyone, alright? Is that okay?"
They continue shifting, seemingly in too much pain to reply. Their shape seems to be growing?
"... Okay, this is bad!" She quickly draws a circle around them, ingraving it with runes of eyes and tendrils, and they disappear in a flash of light, reappearing in a large wooden house, somewhere in the countryside.
The shifter grows with a final pained scream, their body shifting to that of a gigantic scorpion. It screeches loudly and deeply.
*you want this to be an encounter or just a cinematic thing?*
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The huge man in the strange vehicle drives over. He decides to admire the machine from a distance, a far back enough to not crush the crowd but not even pretending that he cares about whether he's percieved.
After the show, the robot disappears into the caravan parked beside the stage, its spidery limbs comically throwing it inside.
The man steps out of his vehicle and 'sneaks' (his shoes are huge and loud) over to the door.
Once he is five feet from the door, it opens almost instantly. The jester stands there, staring upwards with a goofy face of disappointment. "I heard you from a mile away, buster. What do you want?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The mad scientist leans over the edge of his contraption. "Huh. You're tall." He's one to talk since he looks like he might be part giant. "Thought you might have been someone I knew." The vehicle begins to turn once more, painfully slowly.
“Ah. Maybe you’ve seen me before? A lot of people say that. Wonder why.” His voice is soft and sharp, charming and friendly, and his eyes avert from the mad scientist’s.
The vehicle stops turning away as the doctor takes a closer look. "Hm... you don't seem to have particularly generic features. This is anomalous indeed. Unless they just want to get to know you. You are conventionally attractive, and that means people will typically view you as competent and friendly, regardsess if you are or not. But you had your hood up, so maybe it was simply the ambiguity. That's what it was for me. I was expecting a werewolf with a slim, healthy build. He tends to foil my evil plans whenever I leave my evil lair."
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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.
The man steps out of his vehicle and 'sneaks' (his shoes are huge and loud) over to the door.
Once he is five feet from the door, it opens almost instantly. The jester stands there, staring upwards with a goofy face of disappointment. "I heard you from a mile away, buster. What do you want?"
He holds up a finger. "I'm still sneaking." He takes three more steps, then adresses the jester. "I just wanted to get a good look at you. I'm something of an inventor, and you're very interesting."
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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.
The mad scientist leans over the edge of his contraption. "Huh. You're tall." He's one to talk since he looks like he might be part giant. "Thought you might have been someone I knew." The vehicle begins to turn once more, painfully slowly.
“Ah. Maybe you’ve seen me before? A lot of people say that. Wonder why.” His voice is soft and sharp, charming and friendly, and his eyes avert from the mad scientist’s.
The vehicle stops turning away as the doctor takes a closer look. "Hm... you don't seem to have particularly generic features. This is anomalous indeed. Unless they just want to get to know you. You are conventionally attractive, and that means people will typically view you as competent and friendly, regardsess if you are or not. But you had your hood up, so maybe it was simply the ambiguity. That's what it was for me. I was expecting a werewolf with a slim, healthy build. He tends to foil my evil plans whenever I leave my evil lair."
“Evil plans? Evil lair?”
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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 man steps out of his vehicle and 'sneaks' (his shoes are huge and loud) over to the door.
Once he is five feet from the door, it opens almost instantly. The jester stands there, staring upwards with a goofy face of disappointment. "I heard you from a mile away, buster. What do you want?"
He holds up a finger. "I'm still sneaking." He takes three more steps, then adresses the jester. "I just wanted to get a good look at you. I'm something of an inventor, and you're very interesting."
"You and everyone else it seems..." it grumbles, "My name is Au" it says, extending a hand that is made up of fine metal that bends easily without breaking.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
From underneath her hood, a green glow emerges from the shadows, where her eyes would be, and the faint noises of wind rustling through trees drifts through the Tavern.
"There! I should be able to understand you now..."
(Speak with Animals)
"You know, I can speak normally. I just..." The cat's body once again shifts uncontrollably, still sounding very painful. "...don't like talking."
"Oh, that's fine too! Don't talk if you're not comfortable, okay...?"
The cat's shape starts shifting much quicker, limbs and appendages of all different kinds of animals splaying out before being sucked back in. "[GP]. The potion was supposed to help this, not accelerate it."
"Is... Is everything okay...? What am I saying, you're obviously not okay!"
The shapeshifter continues shifting uncontrollably. "Help me get outside. Last time this happened, I might have torn down a building or three."
"Oh- Oh! Okay. I can do you one better! I can take you somewhere where you won't be able to hurt anyone, alright? Is that okay?"
They continue shifting, seemingly in too much pain to reply. Their shape seems to be growing?
"... Okay, this is bad!" She quickly draws a circle around them, ingraving it with runes of eyes and tendrils, and they disappear in a flash of light, reappearing in a large wooden house, somewhere in the countryside.
The shifter grows with a final pained scream, their body shifting to that of a gigantic scorpion. It screeches loudly and deeply.
*you want this to be an encounter or just a cinematic thing?*
The vehicle stops turning away as the doctor takes a closer look. "Hm... you don't seem to have particularly generic features. This is anomalous indeed. Unless they just want to get to know you. You are conventionally attractive, and that means people will typically view you as competent and friendly, regardsess if you are or not. But you had your hood up, so maybe it was simply the ambiguity. That's what it was for me. I was expecting a werewolf with a slim, healthy build. He tends to foil my evil plans whenever I leave my evil lair."
“Evil plans? Evil lair?”
"Oh, yes, I'm a villain. Doctor Edgar Slopnik, at your service. I do bad things like selling food that isn't healthy when eaten on a regular basis and drilling slop from the distant mountains to fuel my burgeoning empire. I also do just general bad stuff. Well, I don't, actually, but that's because that werewolf stops me. He hasn't been around lately, and it's not really fun to take over small towns without someone to stop me, so I've been out looking for him."
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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.
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"Well, I could just teleport myself and not you. The portal requires physical contact in order to transport multiple people."
They keep running, but approach a large stick on the ground. As they reach it, they trip, sending their cloak flying and revealing an about nineteen year old person with blonde hair tied into a long ponytail, and strangely, they seem to glow in the light of the sunset. They slowly stand to their feet and turn around, frowning. They’re tall, with bright red eyes and sharp teeth. They seem to be a boy. The boy scans the area, seemingly looking out for danger, before deciding it’s safe. He walks over to the man.
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!
“Fine.” She huffs, holding out her hand. It’s cold, almost as if she’s dead.
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!
"Alright. Ready? And... when talking to the Teacher... be careful. Be very, very, careful."
The huge man in the strange vehicle drives over. He decides to admire the machine from a distance, a far back enough to not crush the crowd but not even pretending that he cares about whether he's percieved.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I will.”
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!
*Alright! I'm gonna PM you, and we can continue there for secrecy. Is that okay?*
The mad scientist leans over the edge of his contraption. "Huh. You're tall." He's one to talk since he looks like he might be part giant. "Thought you might have been someone I knew." The vehicle begins to turn once more, painfully slowly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After the show, the robot disappears into the caravan parked beside the stage, its spidery limbs comically throwing it inside.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*definitely okay!*
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!
“Ah. Maybe you’ve seen me before? A lot of people say that. Wonder why.” His voice is soft and sharp, charming and friendly, and his eyes avert from the mad scientist’s.
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!
The man steps out of his vehicle and 'sneaks' (his shoes are huge and loud) over to the door.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The shifter grows with a final pained scream, their body shifting to that of a gigantic scorpion. It screeches loudly and deeply.
*you want this to be an encounter or just a cinematic thing?*
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)
#BRINGBACKNATIONALDEX
Once he is five feet from the door, it opens almost instantly. The jester stands there, staring upwards with a goofy face of disappointment. "I heard you from a mile away, buster. What do you want?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The vehicle stops turning away as the doctor takes a closer look. "Hm... you don't seem to have particularly generic features. This is anomalous indeed. Unless they just want to get to know you. You are conventionally attractive, and that means people will typically view you as competent and friendly, regardsess if you are or not. But you had your hood up, so maybe it was simply the ambiguity. That's what it was for me. I was expecting a werewolf with a slim, healthy build. He tends to foil my evil plans whenever I leave my evil lair."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He holds up a finger. "I'm still sneaking." He takes three more steps, then adresses the jester. "I just wanted to get a good look at you. I'm something of an inventor, and you're very interesting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Evil plans? Evil lair?”
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!
"You and everyone else it seems..." it grumbles, "My name is Au" it says, extending a hand that is made up of fine metal that bends easily without breaking.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure, encounter!*
She backs away, the house trembling.
"It's okay! You're safe here! Everything's okay!"
"Oh, yes, I'm a villain. Doctor Edgar Slopnik, at your service. I do bad things like selling food that isn't healthy when eaten on a regular basis and drilling slop from the distant mountains to fuel my burgeoning empire. I also do just general bad stuff. Well, I don't, actually, but that's because that werewolf stops me. He hasn't been around lately, and it's not really fun to take over small towns without someone to stop me, so I've been out looking for him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.