The boy (officially named Ina, or Inauratus) is in a crowded area, people watching from the corner of the room. His wings are wrapped around him to make himself appear smaller.
Flor approaches Ina, nodding to him.
They look to Flor, a bit surprised someone acknowledged him.
”hello! What do you need?” He says quickly and… almost automatically, like he didn’t think of what he’s saying or who he’s talking to.
"You look a bit lonely." She says. "As am I."
He pauses, processing what she just said. “Okay… er-… I mean, I’m sort of new around here, so you’re right, I guess.” He smiles slightly. A forced smile, probably.
She smiles back. "I... I've been here a long time. Easy to tell when someone just arrived."
“Do people arrive here often?… is it like, easy to get here, or a one-in-a-million sort of thing?…” he asks, not looking to her eyes.
"Often. But considering how many people are in the multiverse, more like a one in a billion."
He nods. “Okay. Okay…” he turns away, about to walk off.
he then yelps in terror. He turns around, eyes wide, looking back at her. Taking a deep breath, he calms down a bit, producing a small diamond and handing it her. “Er-… sorry, Miss.Thank you for answering my questions. And all that. Miss.” He says quickly, trembling a bit.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Hornet hides herself again, but before doing so she mocks the guards and they find a note on the dead guards body, reading as “lol git gud”
The guards search hard, but cannot find her. If Hornet looks for Duan, she finds him slipping out of the room.
She stealthily stabs another. *are they technically “surprised”?*
*Yep!*
The guard immediately falls to the ground. *68 damage, I rolled a 28 to hit and since he was surprised its an auto crit.*
*Okay. You want to say Hornet just finishes the fight?*
*yeah, she has 123 hp and is basically unhittable* Hornet stands next to a pile of bodies, with an affectionate note reading “R.I.P. bozos ~Hornet <3” Hornet calls down into the room, and points at the bodies and signs “what should we do with these?”
She notices that Duan has slipped away during the combat, to the door to your left.
She picks up a body with a gaping hole in its stomach and brings it to duan.
*I love hornet. Just so silly and famil friendly.*
Hornet hides herself again, but before doing so she mocks the guards and they find a note on the dead guards body, reading as “lol git gud”
The guards search hard, but cannot find her. If Hornet looks for Duan, she finds him slipping out of the room.
She stealthily stabs another. *are they technically “surprised”?*
*Yep!*
The guard immediately falls to the ground. *68 damage, I rolled a 28 to hit and since he was surprised its an auto crit.*
*Okay. You want to say Hornet just finishes the fight?*
*yeah, she has 123 hp and is basically unhittable* Hornet stands next to a pile of bodies, with an affectionate note reading “R.I.P. bozos ~Hornet <3” Hornet calls down into the room, and points at the bodies and signs “what should we do with these?”
She notices that Duan has slipped away during the combat, to the door to your left.
She picks up a body with a gaping hole in its stomach and brings it to duan.
Duan is two rooms over, eyeing a statue of a person holding a real lute. He jumps as he sees Hornet.
Hornet drops the body at his feet and signs “I brought this for you!”
"Uh... thank you!" Duan says awkwardly. "May I ask why?"
“Because dummies no listen when I say give me shines. Now, let’s go do some more population reducing!”
His eyes widen. "O-okay! You'll probably be kicked off the ship though..."
“They’ll have to catch me first!” Hornet smiles a wide, creepy smile and pulls out her nail, tracing it along her neck while still smiling creepily.
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
*Gonz #1 died but made a clone then #2 made 3,4,5, and 6 or known as Gato"
*WAIT GONZ IS GATO*
*Yeah lol you guys didn't know?*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
In the marketplace, a large insect is kneeling in front of a stall. A Rhinoceros Beetle to be exact, with a majority of its maroon exoskeleton covered by padded red armor reminiscent of that of a Japanese Samurai. Its eyes appear permanently closed, a large scar running through both. Upon its back sits a small, four armed, four legged, humanoid (Japanese Emperor) caterpillar, who is cloaked in a fabric(?) with patterns such as those on butterfly wings. They are bartering with the person running the stall over what appears to be some arcane disk.
Bríz watches the beetle from the shadows, painting something on their arms.
The Beetle raises their head and turns in the general direction of Bríz. “Being in shadows. Your movements reveal your suspicious nature.” The caterpillar turns the same direction upon hearing the Beetles voice.
*they have tremorsense*
*gotcha.*
Bríz sighs. “Is a person not allowed to watch? I am simply painting and watching as the people go by.”
“I’ve met many artists in my long life. Many used their kinds gifts as a way to express themselves. Acid to burn an image unto a cliff. Scythed hands to carve stone into amazing sculptures. Out of all of them, none used their own body as a canvas unless they intended to cast a spell.” The caterpillar leans over to whisper into the Beetle’s ear before speaking themself. “What’s your name?”
“I am Bríz, former Archangel. I paint on myself because if I did not… how could I express myself? The skin is by far the best canvas, and it makes for beautiful designs.” They finish a swift curled brush and dab their thin brush into their pallet, coming back with a brush covered in golden paint. What they’re painting seems to be a tree with golden leaves.
“A religious sentiment I do not share, but am willing to accept. But why in the shadows, Darkened Being? Why hide your artistic ‘beauty’?” The caterpillar, rather than being judgmental, looks to the painting. “That is wonderful. It is a painting of the Ichor Tree, War.”
“For you, maybe. For me, this is my home. And the shadows are my home too. This paint shines bright through the dark.”
The Beetle, who Bríz now knows goes by War, does not seem convinced by this, but with a pat by the caterpillar, drops the subject. “Well either way it looks fantastic. I am Fylinder. My friend here prefers the title Warrior Stag.” “It is more than a title, Young Prince.” “No longer a Prince, War.”
“A Prince?” Bríz asks, curious.
“Again, Former Prince. My homelands are one of conflict and the position my family held was… terminated. My parents sent me away with the two guards still loyal to us as they attempted to reclaim some of our influence.” He leans down to pat War.
“A tragedy.” Bríz says, sounding a bit sad but not very much. They run another brush stroke down their other arm, this one being a wing. “Do you intend to go back?”
Fylinder doesn’t respond, letting War answer the question. “One after the King… Former King and Queen sends the message that it is safe.”
He nods. “Okay. Okay…” he turns away, about to walk off.
he then yelps in terror. He turns around, eyes wide, looking back at her. Taking a deep breath, he calms down a bit, producing a small diamond and handing it her. “Er-… sorry, Miss.Thank you for answering my questions. And all that. Miss.” He says quickly, trembling a bit.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Anyone wanna RP?*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*sure *
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*such a silly serial killer *
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
“They’ll have to catch me first!” Hornet smiles a wide, creepy smile and pulls out her nail, tracing it along her neck while still smiling creepily.
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*gonz how many gonz’s are there *
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Gonz #1 died but made a clone then #2 made 3,4,5, and 6 or known as Gato"
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*WAIT GONZ IS GATO*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Yea*
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*GONZ IS GATO?*
Goobertio the Endurant, dark lord of dad jokes, wielder of a thousand alts, creator of ASCII art, champion cheese devourer.
Now that that's out of the way, I'm a sensitive short foodie that loves Fallout, the Dover Demon, cryptids in general, propaganda posters, and you. For more my extended sig, go here.
*Yeah lol you guys didn't know?*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Fylinder doesn’t respond, letting War answer the question. “One after the King… Former King and Queen sends the message that it is safe.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
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 other account is EJODM29715.
*Gonz is NOT Gato.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*Gonz IS Gato*
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*RP anybody?*
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 other account is EJODM29715.
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
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 other account is EJODM29715.
*GAD DAMN IT MOTHER STOP TELLING ME TO EXERCISE DAMN YOUUUUUUUU*
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 other account is EJODM29715.
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!