Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
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Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
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Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
"Death is no menace. It is something we all must accept. Your death may not want your soul, but I guarantee that other reapers will not be so picky." Jhin walks back into his room, leaving the door open, and puts the violin down.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
"Death is no menace. It is something we all must accept. Your death may not want your soul, but I guarantee that other reapers will not be so picky." Jhin walks back into his room, leaving the door open, and puts the violin down.
“Maybe. Maybe. When I was younger, I wanted to live forever. Learn all the stories. Sing all the songs. Become a hero. But now I am a mere bard that nobody pays attention to. And you? What are you?”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
"Death is no menace. It is something we all must accept. Your death may not want your soul, but I guarantee that other reapers will not be so picky." Jhin walks back into his room, leaving the door open, and puts the violin down.
“Maybe. Maybe. When I was younger, I wanted to live forever. Learn all the stories. Sing all the songs. Become a hero. But now I am a mere bard that nobody pays attention to. And you? What are you?”
"I am an artist, a performer." Jhin says, walking over to an easel, the paint on it not forming any discernable shape yet.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
*Isn't Duan just such a quirky little fella? He's so fun and calming.*
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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.
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
"Death is no menace. It is something we all must accept. Your death may not want your soul, but I guarantee that other reapers will not be so picky." Jhin walks back into his room, leaving the door open, and puts the violin down.
“Maybe. Maybe. When I was younger, I wanted to live forever. Learn all the stories. Sing all the songs. Become a hero. But now I am a mere bard that nobody pays attention to. And you? What are you?”
"I am an artist, a performer." Jhin says, walking over to an easel, the paint on it not forming any discernable shape yet.
“Perhaps we could collaborate some time. Does the lute go well with the violin? What songs do you know?”
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"Lute and violin? Hmm. Maybe not. However, I can also play the piano." Jhin sits down, pointing towards a grand piano on one side of the room. "And as for songs... I know quite a few. Although I must say that I have never made my own."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Jhin is in his quarters. The only reason anyone knows this is because of the violin. It's very loud. Played well, but loud.
*RP anybody?*
Duan strides towards Jhin’s quarters and knocks on the door. “Great playing!”
Jhin pops his head out. "Why thank you! I've been practicing."
Duan is a tall young man with sleek black hair tied into a braid, wearing green clothing, with green eyes. “What song was that?”
"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
*Isn't Duan just such a quirky little fella? He's so fun and calming.*
*oh wait uhhhhhh why did I make Duan suicidal…*
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"Lute and violin? Hmm. Maybe not. However, I can also play the piano." Jhin sits down, pointing towards a grand piano on one side of the room. "And as for songs... I know quite a few. Although I must say that I have never made my own."
“I have made a few, although the melody composing part is always the hardest. The lyrics are easy. I enjoy making songs from stories. I’ve visited the ship’s library many a time, looking for stories to make songs of. Piano and lute sounds wonderful.”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"Lute and violin? Hmm. Maybe not. However, I can also play the piano." Jhin sits down, pointing towards a grand piano on one side of the room. "And as for songs... I know quite a few. Although I must say that I have never made my own."
“I have made a few, although the melody composing part is always the hardest. The lyrics are easy. I enjoy making songs from stories. I’ve visited the ship’s library many a time, looking for stories to make songs of. Piano and lute sounds wonderful.”
"Hmm. It sounds as if we would work well together. With my musical genius and your bardic storytelling..." Despite wearing a mask, Duan can tell Jhin is smiling. "We will make music to die for."
*gtg now.*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Lute and violin? Hmm. Maybe not. However, I can also play the piano." Jhin sits down, pointing towards a grand piano on one side of the room. "And as for songs... I know quite a few. Although I must say that I have never made my own."
“I have made a few, although the melody composing part is always the hardest. The lyrics are easy. I enjoy making songs from stories. I’ve visited the ship’s library many a time, looking for stories to make songs of. Piano and lute sounds wonderful.”
"Hmm. It sounds as if we would work well together. With my musical genius and your bardic storytelling..." Despite wearing a mask, Duan can tell Jhin is smiling. "We will make music to die for."
*gtg now.*
Duan raises an eyebrow. “To die for, eh? I can work with that.”
*bye!*
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"Oh, just an old folk song from my homeland." Jhin replies. He regards Duan as if he were an art piece, his one visible eye sweeping over his body as if trying to find a hidden detail or an imperfection.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Duan has a scar down his neck, white as the moon. “I quite enjoy songs. What is it about?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"The tune itself never really symbolized anything. It used to accompany a tale about a man who, when his time came to an end, ran from death." Jhin examines the scar for a second before looking at Duan directly. "He is hunted down and dies anyway, of course. The tale serves as a warning that some things cannot be avoided. It is one of my personal favorites."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
“Everything can be avoided.” Duan says, sighing. “If you try hard enough.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"I don't think you understand Death enough, my friend." Jhin replies. There's a sinister undertone in his voice. "You cannot run from the Huntress herself. You cannot avoid her arrows forever. Even if you dodge one... well, you almost certainly wont dodge the Wolf's teeth closing around your leg."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
“I escaped death. It cannot get me now, nor does it want to. You speak of death as if it is a menace, but death is all I want.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Death is no menace. It is something we all must accept. Your death may not want your soul, but I guarantee that other reapers will not be so picky." Jhin walks back into his room, leaving the door open, and puts the violin down.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
“Maybe. Maybe. When I was younger, I wanted to live forever. Learn all the stories. Sing all the songs. Become a hero. But now I am a mere bard that nobody pays attention to. And you? What are you?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"I am an artist, a performer." Jhin says, walking over to an easel, the paint on it not forming any discernable shape yet.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Isn't Duan just such a quirky little fella? He's so fun and calming.*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Perhaps we could collaborate some time. Does the lute go well with the violin? What songs do you know?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Cut with the banana pancake*
"Lute and violin? Hmm. Maybe not. However, I can also play the piano." Jhin sits down, pointing towards a grand piano on one side of the room. "And as for songs... I know quite a few. Although I must say that I have never made my own."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*oh wait uhhhhhh why did I make Duan suicidal…*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“I have made a few, although the melody composing part is always the hardest. The lyrics are easy. I enjoy making songs from stories. I’ve visited the ship’s library many a time, looking for stories to make songs of. Piano and lute sounds wonderful.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Hmm. It sounds as if we would work well together. With my musical genius and your bardic storytelling..." Despite wearing a mask, Duan can tell Jhin is smiling. "We will make music to die for."
*gtg now.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Duan raises an eyebrow. “To die for, eh? I can work with that.”
*bye!*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*RP?*
Heyo, I’m Starry, aka Aspen!
My hobbies: reading, crocheting, tennis, murder, arson, homicide :3 Pronouns: any!
My online big sib is fry_doodles, they’re awesome!
My best friendos: TheGatoLover, Bananer28046, and I’m probably forgetting some… Arboreal Masterpiece and Sorlock Fanatic! Ace (part of the garlic bread cult), Demiaro, genderfluid, and a pan pancake! :3 Bye bye!
*Sher!*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Ooh! Yeah! This exists! Hi! Hello!*
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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
One of the Air Vent Bros is going to fetch pizza for his bros, and is wandering the food court
A group of men, most of which are in crisp white outfits have gathered in a maintenance room. One of the men is in a hazmat suit, and is complaining loudly
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.