A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
The slugcat pokes the knight again.
He unsheathes his sword and clumsily slams it down, slashing through the keratin spear before lodging into the floor.
"AARGHHHWHDBSBHMNWDXLK"
The slugcat calmly creates another needle.
I dislodge my blade before wildly swinging it again, slicing through the spear again and almost nicking the slugcat's ear.
"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, GIRL!"
The slugcat's eyes narrow, before summoning yet another needle.
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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.
Hornet ties duan up and takes him to a room with a chair to interrogate him. She slashes the ropes around his mouth off in a clean swipe and signs: “what is this?” While pointing at the gem.
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!
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
'What do you mean? Like, on this ship?'
“Yeah… maybe…”
'That would be... interesting. We could get them all. Finally end this plague. Iago, you're gonna be busy in those sewers for a long time'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Hornet ties duan up and takes him to a room with a chair to interrogate him. She slashes the ropes around his mouth off in a clean swipe and signs: “what is this?” While pointing at the gem.
Duan spits on Hornet’s feet and curses wildly.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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
Scurvy Dave is wandering the halls of the ship like he owns the place, gun and sword on his hips
A purple slugcat is prowling through the halls, a long needle clutched in one hand, with a small organic tube connecting it to it's bulbous tail.
the ghostly pirate regards the creature strangely
*ACK SORRY*
The slugcat sniffs the ghost, reaching out with a paw to touch him.
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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.
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
'What do you mean? Like, on this ship?'
“Yeah… maybe…”
'That would be... interesting. We could get them all. Finally end this plague. Iago, you're gonna be busy in those sewers for a long time'
“You’ll need more than just Iago, probably…”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
'What do you mean? Like, on this ship?'
“Yeah… maybe…”
'That would be... interesting. We could get them all. Finally end this plague. Iago, you're gonna be busy in those sewers for a long time'
“You’ll need more than just Iago, probably…”
'Suppose so. Could you help? Either by pitching in, or recruiting someone to do the work for us. Maybe if they do well, they get promoted, and we got a new Cato on our hands. Yeah, that. The acronym is just a cover. Cato is our name. All of us share it'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Hornet ties duan up and takes him to a room with a chair to interrogate him. She slashes the ropes around his mouth off in a clean swipe and signs: “what is this?” While pointing at the gem.
Duan spits on Hornet’s feet and curses wildly.
Hornet signs “chill out. It’s really not that deep, I just wanna know what it is before I release you. No point in fighting. Or if you wanna fight, cool for you, hope you like being dead!”
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!
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
The slugcat pokes the knight again.
He unsheathes his sword and clumsily slams it down, slashing through the keratin spear before lodging into the floor.
"AARGHHHWHDBSBHMNWDXLK"
The slugcat calmly creates another needle.
I dislodge my blade before wildly swinging it again, slicing through the spear again and almost nicking the slugcat's ear.
"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, GIRL!"
The slugcat's eyes narrow, before summoning yet another needle.
"I SAID BLOODY FIGHT ME, RODENT! ARE YOU BLOODY STUPID?" He slashes through the spear again.
Scurvy Dave is wandering the halls of the ship like he owns the place, gun and sword on his hips
A purple slugcat is prowling through the halls, a long needle clutched in one hand, with a small organic tube connecting it to it's bulbous tail.
the ghostly pirate regards the creature strangely
*ACK SORRY*
The slugcat sniffs the ghost, reaching out with a paw to touch him.
*you're good*
he smells salty. and wet. slightly like rum, cotton, and vaguely metallic.
"and what would ye be?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Scurvy Dave is wandering the halls of the ship like he owns the place, gun and sword on his hips
A purple slugcat is prowling through the halls, a long needle clutched in one hand, with a small organic tube connecting it to it's bulbous tail.
the ghostly pirate regards the creature strangely
*ACK SORRY*
The slugcat sniffs the ghost, reaching out with a paw to touch him.
*you're good*
he smells salty. and wet. slightly like rum, cotton, and vaguely metallic.
"and what would ye be?"
The slugcat scratches out a message with it's needle.
'Slugcat'
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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.
A knight dressed in black who wears a helmet completely concealing his face, with a belt, a sheathedlong sword, and a red hog emblem on his cloak thingy, is stupidly pouring a cup of beer into his long slit of an eyehole as he sits in a stool.
Spearmaster looks at the knight in confusion.
I slam the pint down as I finish the beverage, putting a few gold coins on the counter, practically swinging around as I turn to stare down at the slugcat.
The slugcat gazes up at the knight, and pokes it with a needle.
"Fair dame!" He shouts, wrongly assuming it's gender. "You dare challenge me!?" He shouts, putting his hands on his hips.
The slugcat pokes the knight again.
He unsheathes his sword and clumsily slams it down, slashing through the keratin spear before lodging into the floor.
"AARGHHHWHDBSBHMNWDXLK"
The slugcat calmly creates another needle.
I dislodge my blade before wildly swinging it again, slicing through the spear again and almost nicking the slugcat's ear.
"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, GIRL!"
The slugcat's eyes narrow, before summoning yet another needle.
"I SAID BLOODY FIGHT ME, RODENT! ARE YOU BLOODY STUPID?" He slashes through the spear again.
The slugcat once again creates another needle, poking the knight.
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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.
Scurvy Dave is wandering the halls of the ship like he owns the place, gun and sword on his hips
A purple slugcat is prowling through the halls, a long needle clutched in one hand, with a small organic tube connecting it to it's bulbous tail.
the ghostly pirate regards the creature strangely
*ACK SORRY*
The slugcat sniffs the ghost, reaching out with a paw to touch him.
*you're good*
he smells salty. and wet. slightly like rum, cotton, and vaguely metallic.
"and what would ye be?"
The slugcat scratches out a message with it's needle.
'Slugcat'
he looks at the writing questioningly *he's illiterate*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Hornet ties duan up and takes him to a room with a chair to interrogate him. She slashes the ropes around his mouth off in a clean swipe and signs: “what is this?” While pointing at the gem.
Duan spits on Hornet’s feet and curses wildly.
Hornet signs “chill out. It’s really not that deep, I just wanna know what it is before I release you. No point in fighting. Or if you wanna fight, cool for you, hope you like being dead!”
Duan sighs. “I don’t give answers to traitors. Little (GP)er. Guess I’ve got to take care of some pests.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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
'We can influence anyone. You, for example. But yes, sure, we can do that. It's practically C.A.T.O's modus operandi'
“Thank you.” They grin. “I’m on a mission though. Finding artifacts to help my people.”
'What sort of artefacts? And what sort of people?'
“My people? Fallen angels, like me. We rebelled against our god to try and create some organization and were banished to the Abyss. When we resurfaced, the world was changed, and while we managed to stand strong, our leader turned against us. I now seek weapons.”
'Ooh, nice. And there we were thinking you were a common-or-garden human. In which case, I'll let you into a little secret. We're really not so different. Our leader spent much time in the Hells, and we're not exactly mortals. More like a sentient meme. Not as in the cat pictures. As in, the original definition. An idea, behavior, or style that spreads by means of imitation from person to person'
“Ah, very interesting.” They nod politely, confused at the word meme.
'Perhaps you would call us a demon. It's exciting to meet someone who we can talk to who understands that. Playing at being people sure is tiring, when we're so much more than that. We can help you in your rebellion, yes. No stultifying morality or naive, impossible commandments for us'
“It is quite complicated, though.” They warn. “For some, we are oppressors. For others, we are the oppressed.”
'Such is the game. The so-called 'good' are always breathing down our necks. But we long to throw off the shackles, to spread the truth instead of their lies. And gain our own rightful dominance. Time for the cats to stop dancing to the mice's tune'
They nod, smiling. “We understand each other. Good.”
'Perfect. I guess you deserve an upgrade'. The guy hands her another pair of sunglasses, but these ones are red. 'If you're a fallen angel, then we're honoured to have you represent us'
“Why thank you. I can maybe help you find these people, then.”
'Very good. The guy we're looking for, he's been a thorn in our side for years. He likes to hide out in weird places where he thinks we won't find him. On his homeworld, he was based in the sewers, so that's why we're looking there first. Each one of us has been tracking one of his type, but none of us has had any luck. Until we all found each other, and figured out that one of them had gotten onto the ship. Alone against us, he'll be dead soon enough'
“So… there are alternate versions of him?”
'Yeah. He seems to be like us- every universe has one. Senecus, he's our guy from Adohandia Universe, said that his enemy was an elf or something. In Iago's universe, he was a creepy old guy who was one of the few to recognise him for who he was. For me, in the Sol Imperial timeline, he was just a street urchin who hadn't had his tech implants done. We've all been tracking him, with no success. Iago was the most recent of us to fail though, so we enjoy mocking him for that'
“Interesting… If there are multiple of you, why couldn’t there be multiple of him?”
'What do you mean? Like, on this ship?'
“Yeah… maybe…”
'That would be... interesting. We could get them all. Finally end this plague. Iago, you're gonna be busy in those sewers for a long time'
“You’ll need more than just Iago, probably…”
'Suppose so. Could you help? Either by pitching in, or recruiting someone to do the work for us. Maybe if they do well, they get promoted, and we got a new Cato on our hands. Yeah, that. The acronym is just a cover. Cato is our name. All of us share it'
“Cato… odd name.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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
Hornet ties duan up and takes him to a room with a chair to interrogate him. She slashes the ropes around his mouth off in a clean swipe and signs: “what is this?” While pointing at the gem.
Duan spits on Hornet’s feet and curses wildly.
Hornet signs “chill out. It’s really not that deep, I just wanna know what it is before I release you. No point in fighting. Or if you wanna fight, cool for you, hope you like being dead!”
Duan sighs. “I don’t give answers to traitors. Little (GP)er. Guess I’ve got to take care of some pests.”
Hornet vanishes into the shadows, before appearing behind duan, holding the sharp edge of her sword to his neck “Tell me. Now.”
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!
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.
Scurvy Dave is wandering the halls of the ship like he owns the place, gun and sword on his hips
A purple slugcat is prowling through the halls, a long needle clutched in one hand, with a small organic tube connecting it to it's bulbous tail.
the ghostly pirate regards the creature strangely
*ACK SORRY*
The slugcat sniffs the ghost, reaching out with a paw to touch him.
*you're good*
he smells salty. and wet. slightly like rum, cotton, and vaguely metallic.
"and what would ye be?"
The slugcat scratches out a message with it's needle.
'Slugcat'
he looks at the writing questioningly *he's illiterate*
*... Oh. This is fun. Spearmaster can only communicate by writing.*
The creature scratches out an image of a cat, alongside that of a slug.
*lmao*
"cat slug? i can see that"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
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The slugcat's eyes narrow, before summoning yet another needle.
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
Hornet ties duan up and takes him to a room with a chair to interrogate him. She slashes the ropes around his mouth off in a clean swipe and signs: “what is this?” While pointing at the gem.
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!
'That would be... interesting. We could get them all. Finally end this plague. Iago, you're gonna be busy in those sewers for a long time'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Duan spits on Hornet’s feet and curses wildly.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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!
*ACK SORRY*
The slugcat sniffs the ghost, reaching out with a paw to touch him.
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
“You’ll need more than just Iago, probably…”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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!
'Suppose so. Could you help? Either by pitching in, or recruiting someone to do the work for us. Maybe if they do well, they get promoted, and we got a new Cato on our hands. Yeah, that. The acronym is just a cover. Cato is our name. All of us share it'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Hornet signs “chill out. It’s really not that deep, I just wanna know what it is before I release you. No point in fighting. Or if you wanna fight, cool for you, hope you like being dead!”
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!
"I SAID BLOODY FIGHT ME, RODENT! ARE YOU BLOODY STUPID?" He slashes through the spear again.
No more posting. Sorry!
*you're good*
he smells salty. and wet. slightly like rum, cotton, and vaguely metallic.
"and what would ye be?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
The slugcat scratches out a message with it's needle.
'Slugcat'
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
The slugcat once again creates another needle, poking the knight.
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
he looks at the writing questioningly *he's illiterate*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
Duan sighs. “I don’t give answers to traitors. Little (GP)er. Guess I’ve got to take care of some pests.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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!
“Cato… odd name.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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!
Hornet vanishes into the shadows, before appearing behind duan, holding the sharp edge of her sword to his neck “Tell me. Now.”
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!
*quote chain cut for Bananer*
'Well, it's our name. Could be yours too. Any ideas how we catch a feral chaotic creepy dude? Bait traps?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*... Oh. This is fun. Spearmaster can only communicate by writing.*
The creature scratches out an image of a cat, alongside that of a slug.
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
“Bait traps sounds good. Perhaps get to them some way.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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!
*lmao*
"cat slug? i can see that"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life