A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Dialecus flies through the sky above them, landing and bowing. "Who would you be?"
They bow their head in acknowledgment "Mausama. And what might your name be?"
"I am Dialecus, god of the wind. Hello, Mausama."
"Hmm. Very interesting." The temperature begins to shift to a warmer one, closer to about 10. Their robe begins to turn green and flower, though a pale green, with their cloth mask turning to leaves. "I can see how great of an ally you may be."
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Dialecus flies through the sky above them, landing and bowing. "Who would you be?"
They bow their head in acknowledgment "Mausama. And what might your name be?"
"I am Dialecus, god of the wind. Hello, Mausama."
"Hmm. Very interesting." The temperature begins to shift to a warmer one, closer to about 10. Their robe begins to turn green and flower, though a pale green, with their cloth mask turning to leaves. "I can see how great of an ally you may be."
"As would be you. You are strange indeed. Shifting like the seasons but constantly still."
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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.
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Dialecus flies through the sky above them, landing and bowing. "Who would you be?"
They bow their head in acknowledgment "Mausama. And what might your name be?"
"I am Dialecus, god of the wind. Hello, Mausama."
"Hmm. Very interesting." The temperature begins to shift to a warmer one, closer to about 10. Their robe begins to turn green and flower, though a pale green, with their cloth mask turning to leaves. "I can see how great of an ally you may be."
"As would be you. You are strange indeed. Shifting like the seasons but constantly still."
"Why thank you." They grab hold of a piece of wood from their robe that grows into two teacups, with a few leaves and flowers. "Care for some tea?"
*cut with caparin* ”Bah. What are you, the language police?”
"You Would Object To Me//Us Delibratley Mispronouing Your Name" it imitates your voice "Marsha"
“… Ew. No. Ew. Gross. Die please. Ew. Ew. Ew.”
An appendage made from a twitching purple substance extends from her and grasps the drone, disintegrating the atoms that construct.
"In The Future, Please Endevor To Pronounce My//Our Name Correctly" it imitates your voice again "Marsha"
“Ew. No. Please die. Ew. Ah. No. That is gross. Never do that again.”
"Imagine How I//We Quote Enquote Feel" its glowing eye is dimming
"Mmmmm... No. I don't think I will."
"Fair Enough." it imitates your voice again "Marhsa"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Masha is sitting in the dirt, her right hand gloved in a jagged purple substance constantly jittering and twisting. Masha is busy grabbing a handful of dirt and watching it disintegrate in her hands, and then creating a small rock in the palm of her other hand, and stacking it onto a small tower of rocks to the left of her. When she see's the other figure, she stands up, kicks over her tower of rocks, and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Oh! Hello there! There really are a bunch of people here! Who are you?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*cut with caparin* ”Bah. What are you, the language police?”
"You Would Object To Me//Us Delibratley Mispronouing Your Name" it imitates your voice "Marsha"
“… Ew. No. Ew. Gross. Die please. Ew. Ew. Ew.”
An appendage made from a twitching purple substance extends from her and grasps the drone, disintegrating the atoms that construct.
"In The Future, Please Endevor To Pronounce My//Our Name Correctly" it imitates your voice again "Marsha"
“Ew. No. Please die. Ew. Ah. No. That is gross. Never do that again.”
"Imagine How I//We Quote Enquote Feel" its glowing eye is dimming
"Mmmmm... No. I don't think I will."
"Fair Enough." it imitates your voice again "Marhsa"
"Why thank you! Anyways, what are ya doin' here in hell with me?"
"I//We Are Here To Preform//Fulfil Our Function"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Masha is sitting in the dirt, her right hand gloved in a jagged purple substance constantly jittering and twisting. Masha is busy grabbing a handful of dirt and watching it disintegrate in her hands, and then creating a small rock in the palm of her other hand, and stacking it onto a small tower of rocks to the left of her. When she see's the other figure, she stands up, kicks over her tower of rocks, and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Oh! Hello there! There really are a bunch of people here! Who are you?"
The figure chuckles a bit and smiles, before bowing their head "Mausama, the god of weather. What about you?" They swirl a cloud of snow in the air.
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Dialecus flies through the sky above them, landing and bowing. "Who would you be?"
They bow their head in acknowledgment "Mausama. And what might your name be?"
"I am Dialecus, god of the wind. Hello, Mausama."
"Hmm. Very interesting." The temperature begins to shift to a warmer one, closer to about 10. Their robe begins to turn green and flower, though a pale green, with their cloth mask turning to leaves. "I can see how great of an ally you may be."
"As would be you. You are strange indeed. Shifting like the seasons but constantly still."
"Why thank you." They grab hold of a piece of wood from their robe that grows into two teacups, with a few leaves and flowers. "Care for some tea?"
"Perhaps. Back in my home world, we had a drink called iced tea. Or... lemon tea. A hot version of lemonade that was nice on cold days. We had delicious drinks back at home..."
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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.
*cut with caparin* ”Bah. What are you, the language police?”
"You Would Object To Me//Us Delibratley Mispronouing Your Name" it imitates your voice "Marsha"
“… Ew. No. Ew. Gross. Die please. Ew. Ew. Ew.”
An appendage made from a twitching purple substance extends from her and grasps the drone, disintegrating the atoms that construct.
"In The Future, Please Endevor To Pronounce My//Our Name Correctly" it imitates your voice again "Marsha"
“Ew. No. Please die. Ew. Ah. No. That is gross. Never do that again.”
"Imagine How I//We Quote Enquote Feel" its glowing eye is dimming
"Mmmmm... No. I don't think I will."
"Fair Enough." it imitates your voice again "Marhsa"
"Why thank you! Anyways, what are ya doin' here in hell with me?"
"I//We Are Here To Preform//Fulfil Our Function"
"Which is...?"
"To Inspire Invention//Progress"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
A tall person wearing a fluffy blue coat wanders, holding an umbrella. Their face is concealed by a cloth draped apon their forehead, but one can make out a faint blue glow. They have a slight toothy smile just under the mask, and sharp talons holding their umbrella and underneath their robe, their limbs thin, lanky, and birdlike. Their hand off the umbrella is twitching, talons curling upon the cold air that surrounds them, and in their path snow falls and the temperature is about -20°C.
Masha is sitting in the dirt, her right hand gloved in a jagged purple substance constantly jittering and twisting. Masha is busy grabbing a handful of dirt and watching it disintegrate in her hands, and then creating a small rock in the palm of her other hand, and stacking it onto a small tower of rocks to the left of her. When she see's the other figure, she stands up, kicks over her tower of rocks, and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Oh! Hello there! There really are a bunch of people here! Who are you?"
The figure chuckles a bit and smiles, before bowing their head "Mausama, the god of weather. What about you?" They swirl a cloud of snow in the air.
"Masha, Unholy being of Chaos, Destruction, Random Chance, you get the gist. I would shake your hand, but then your atoms would get vaporized and stored alongside mine for repurposing. And that tends to end a conversation real fast, y'know?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*for anyone else who wishes to rp, or who wishes to start creating sentient beings*
Dialecus and the Early Reaper are talking under a large rock. Dialecus sits cross legged with his eyes closed, while the Early Reaper stands, chopping away at another rock, making a form that seems to be a skull.
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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.
*cut with caparin* ”Bah. What are you, the language police?”
"You Would Object To Me//Us Delibratley Mispronouing Your Name" it imitates your voice "Marsha"
“… Ew. No. Ew. Gross. Die please. Ew. Ew. Ew.”
An appendage made from a twitching purple substance extends from her and grasps the drone, disintegrating the atoms that construct.
"In The Future, Please Endevor To Pronounce My//Our Name Correctly" it imitates your voice again "Marsha"
“Ew. No. Please die. Ew. Ah. No. That is gross. Never do that again.”
"Imagine How I//We Quote Enquote Feel" its glowing eye is dimming
"Mmmmm... No. I don't think I will."
"Fair Enough." it imitates your voice again "Marhsa"
"Why thank you! Anyways, what are ya doin' here in hell with me?"
"I//We Are Here To Preform//Fulfil Our Function"
"Which is...?"
"To Inspire Invention//Progress"
"Huh. Hell's a strange place to do that, doncha think?"
"It Makes No Diffrence To Me//Us. What Is Your Function?"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
*for anyone else who wishes to rp, or who wishes to start creating sentient beings*
Dialecus and the Early Reaper are talking under a large rock. Dialecus sits cross legged with his eyes closed, while the Early Reaper stands, chopping away at another rock, making a form that seems to be a skull.
The Plague Bearer returns in a puff of smoke, in a lab coat, wearing glasses perched haphazardly on their deer skull.
"So! Early Reaper! I have run the calculations, and- who are you?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*cut with caparin* ”Bah. What are you, the language police?”
"You Would Object To Me//Us Delibratley Mispronouing Your Name" it imitates your voice "Marsha"
“… Ew. No. Ew. Gross. Die please. Ew. Ew. Ew.”
An appendage made from a twitching purple substance extends from her and grasps the drone, disintegrating the atoms that construct.
"In The Future, Please Endevor To Pronounce My//Our Name Correctly" it imitates your voice again "Marsha"
“Ew. No. Please die. Ew. Ah. No. That is gross. Never do that again.”
"Imagine How I//We Quote Enquote Feel" its glowing eye is dimming
"Mmmmm... No. I don't think I will."
"Fair Enough." it imitates your voice again "Marhsa"
"Why thank you! Anyways, what are ya doin' here in hell with me?"
"I//We Are Here To Preform//Fulfil Our Function"
"Which is...?"
"To Inspire Invention//Progress"
"Huh. Hell's a strange place to do that, doncha think?"
"It Makes No Diffrence To Me//Us. What Is Your Function?"
"Chaos. Randomness. All that jazz."
"...Interesting"
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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 Archmage of I CAST...!
*for anyone else who wishes to rp, or who wishes to start creating sentient beings*
Dialecus and the Early Reaper are talking under a large rock. Dialecus sits cross legged with his eyes closed, while the Early Reaper stands, chopping away at another rock, making a form that seems to be a skull.
The Plague Bearer returns in a puff of smoke, in a lab coat, wearing glasses perched haphazardly on their deer skull.
"So! Early Reaper! I have run the calculations, and- who are you?"
"This is Dialecus." The Early Reaper says. "Claims to be a wind god. I saw him give a life goddess breath, which leads me to believe he could possibly be the key to creating beings."
"Creation requires two..." Dialecus protests.
"Ah, yes, but with three, we could do great things..."
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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.
"Hmm. Very interesting." The temperature begins to shift to a warmer one, closer to about 10. Their robe begins to turn green and flower, though a pale green, with their cloth mask turning to leaves. "I can see how great of an ally you may be."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"As would be you. You are strange indeed. Shifting like the seasons but constantly still."
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!
Extended Signature!
"Why thank you." They grab hold of a piece of wood from their robe that grows into two teacups, with a few leaves and flowers. "Care for some tea?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Mmmmm... No. I don't think I will."
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 ?
"Fair Enough." it imitates your voice again "Marhsa"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
Masha is sitting in the dirt, her right hand gloved in a jagged purple substance constantly jittering and twisting. Masha is busy grabbing a handful of dirt and watching it disintegrate in her hands, and then creating a small rock in the palm of her other hand, and stacking it onto a small tower of rocks to the left of her. When she see's the other figure, she stands up, kicks over her tower of rocks, and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Oh! Hello there! There really are a bunch of people here! Who are you?"
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 ?
"Why thank you! Anyways, what are ya doin' here in hell with me?"
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 ?
"I//We Are Here To Preform//Fulfil Our Function"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
The figure chuckles a bit and smiles, before bowing their head "Mausama, the god of weather. What about you?" They swirl a cloud of snow in the air.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Perhaps. Back in my home world, we had a drink called iced tea. Or... lemon tea. A hot version of lemonade that was nice on cold days. We had delicious drinks back at home..."
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!
Extended Signature!
"Which is...?"
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 ?
"To Inspire Invention//Progress"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"Masha, Unholy being of Chaos, Destruction, Random Chance, you get the gist. I would shake your hand, but then your atoms would get vaporized and stored alongside mine for repurposing. And that tends to end a conversation real fast, y'know?"
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 ?
*for anyone else who wishes to rp, or who wishes to start creating sentient beings*
Dialecus and the Early Reaper are talking under a large rock. Dialecus sits cross legged with his eyes closed, while the Early Reaper stands, chopping away at another rock, making a form that seems to be a skull.
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!
Extended Signature!
"Huh. Hell's a strange place to do that, doncha think?"
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 ?
"It Makes No Diffrence To Me//Us. What Is Your Function?"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
The Plague Bearer returns in a puff of smoke, in a lab coat, wearing glasses perched haphazardly on their deer skull.
"So! Early Reaper! I have run the calculations, and- who are you?"
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 ?
"Chaos. Randomness. All that jazz."
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 ?
"...Interesting"
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 Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"This is Dialecus." The Early Reaper says. "Claims to be a wind god. I saw him give a life goddess breath, which leads me to believe he could possibly be the key to creating beings."
"Creation requires two..." Dialecus protests.
"Ah, yes, but with three, we could do great things..."
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!
Extended Signature!