Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
he shrugs "one of my coleuges is verry much about loopholes, another will make you buy your way through, i prefer the cut and dry, 'we both get what we want, and are on equal terms' sort of thing"
“Who are your colleagues? I would not like to make deals with them.”
"well, LuLu, the loopholer, (though trust me, they can be convincing) and lux dei is the one who shall make you buy your way through"
“Thank you. This will be… good information. And you are trustworthy, then?”
"i wont screw you over, if thats what your asking, i prefer a fair deal"
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another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
he shrugs "one of my coleuges is verry much about loopholes, another will make you buy your way through, i prefer the cut and dry, 'we both get what we want, and are on equal terms' sort of thing"
“Who are your colleagues? I would not like to make deals with them.”
"well, LuLu, the loopholer, (though trust me, they can be convincing) and lux dei is the one who shall make you buy your way through"
“Thank you. This will be… good information. And you are trustworthy, then?”
"i wont screw you over, if thats what your asking, i prefer a fair deal"
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
“Now you have to explain.”
"I... I do?"
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
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another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
“Now you have to explain.”
"I... I do?"
“Yep. You do.”
"... Wouldn't you rather we keep exploring...?"
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Bríz whistles and two Angelic Drakons carry four figures out of Haen. They’re made of Drakon scales, tough to the touch, and they shine a bit in the sunset radiance. “They will be able to create more of themselves, so do not worry of running out. The Drakon scales also last longer than most metals, they decay instead of rust, and that process takes a very long time. The life cores of the constructs last a few hundred years as well.”
"well well." she looks over them, taking off her hood, revealing her black hair streaked gold, and the gold streaks running from the hole in her abdomen to her eyes, swirling black and gold "how interesting, and we'll need wory not about the life cores, we can bind them to our homes, like me, so they may last eternal, or until the scales degrade"
“Excellent. I am quite skilled at making living, thinking creatures, so if you ever need something made, come to me.”
"thank you, briz. you are apreciated, once my father gets here, we may finaly make our deal"
“You too, Mari.”
*she smiled slightly, before pulling her hood back up*
as this concludes, a loud buzz is heard through the air, as a plane nears the ground before landing a bit away
Bríz nods to the plane. “Perhaps we could make another arrangement. You said no to the Drakons, but the scales might help you quite a bit. I do not mean to put pressure on you, though. I simply think friends should help each other.”
"i agree, lets see what my father says" speaking of which, the daashor exits the plane and began walking towards them
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
"no problem, shall we come to a deal now?" at the words, a blast of snow, ice and cold air appeared, as xadian did "did i hear a deal was to be made?" *finaly, i can use him for a dealmaking!*
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another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
Kalaposi follows, shooting a strange glance at Lulu.
"Well. That was an amazing use of my time. Come on." She grabs them, before diving off the side of the island, and rushing towards the ground.
Kalaposi yelps as they fall, grasping for anything to hold onto. When the two of them land, they sigh. “I don’t want to do that again…”
"Neither do I. She's an idiot, really. Why did she even come here? I can't beleive she'd do that..."
“I meant flying. Jumping. I really don’t understand your relationship.”
"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
"Thank you..."
“Now you have to explain.”
"I... I do?"
“Yep. You do.”
"... Wouldn't you rather we keep exploring...?"
“Fine. Whatever. What’s that way?”
"I don't know. That's half the fun, isn't it?"
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
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"Oh. Yes. I... Sorry. I suppose I got a little heated there... I am sorry..."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Hello, daashor. How is everything faring?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"i wont screw you over, if thats what your asking, i prefer a fair deal"
another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
“Hmmmmm… okay. Sure. You’re forgiven.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"But she can't affect my domain, for it wasn't part of either of our deals. So if you need land for crops and livestock or dwellings, I will provide."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
“Thank you. Where will you be headed?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Okay, that’s good. Thanks.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Thank you..."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Now you have to explain.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I... I do?"
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
the daashor nods, looking at the constructs "well enough, a pipe burst, and so a lower level got flooded slightly, but it was cleaned up easily enough, these are the constructs i presume. and i also presume our craftar has been helpful?" (crafter is spelled wrong on perpoius, not a misspell)
another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
“Yep. You do.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Yes, she has been helpful. Thank you for your time.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"... Wouldn't you rather we keep exploring...?"
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Here. This story was well regarded on my//our world." They begin telling the story of Frankenstein. The original three books
"True enough. We may create a species soon"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Somewhere... I don't know... Maybe back to my domain."
Through all the multiverse, I am The Singulairity.
"no problem, shall we come to a deal now?" at the words, a blast of snow, ice and cold air appeared, as xadian did "did i hear a deal was to be made?" *finaly, i can use him for a dealmaking!*
another alt of void
the chains bind, the chains hold, the infection writhes within, but I hold it... I keep it. I don't let it out, for the chance it may claim us all
“Seems strange to be helpless, yes? I’ve felt that. Never here, but in… other places.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
“Fine. Whatever. What’s that way?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I don't know. That's half the fun, isn't it?"
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!