*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby*
*I could have the construct move*
*sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2*
*Ya!*
The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum
Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.
The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color
“I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.
The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"
Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”
"It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"
“Fascinating. How do you get resources? What are you like to the construct-little fleas?”
"The construct provides energy, we grow food within, and we have pipes and such everywhere for water. Places for animals, ect. And the construct isnt entirely aware of us. At least not physically. It doesn't have the capabilities to feel. So it binds to one of us, and we act as sort of its eyes ears and reason. As well as said bound not aging, as well as being able to control the contract itself in situations of need"
Bríz nods. “So I presume you are that person, or at least someone important to your society?”
"Correct. My name is verdia"
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Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body
*She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*
"You didn't even say hello!"
*Fixed it*
"Hello"
"Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"
"Ignis,as for you?"
"Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose
"That pose was unnecessary"
"I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"
"Darling?"
"They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"
"I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"
"And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"
"AH CRAP"
the ground starts shaking
"Serves you right." The curtains begin closing
"Rude"
"Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable
"That sounds like something a rude person would say"
"I will walk! Leave you to deal with..." She waves her chitinous hand "whatever this is" the curtains begin closing again
"I have created a new metal specifically to kill deities like you"
"You kill me, you have to deal with my siblings. Surely you can do that math?"
"I never said I was going to use it"
"Then we don't have that issue" the curtains close more "id wish you luck with... This, but I don't want to"
*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby*
*I could have the construct move*
*sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2*
*Ya!*
The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum
Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.
The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color
“I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.
The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"
Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”
"It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"
“Fascinating. How do you get resources? What are you like to the construct-little fleas?”
"The construct provides energy, we grow food within, and we have pipes and such everywhere for water. Places for animals, ect. And the construct isnt entirely aware of us. At least not physically. It doesn't have the capabilities to feel. So it binds to one of us, and we act as sort of its eyes ears and reason. As well as said bound not aging, as well as being able to control the contract itself in situations of need"
Bríz nods. “So I presume you are that person, or at least someone important to your society?”
"Correct. My name is verdia"
“Nice to meet you. Apologies for my… lack of manners earlier.”
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*I would in fact find it very entertaining to see a character try and flirt with certain characters lol*
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Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*I would in fact find it very entertaining to see a character try and flirt with certain characters lol*
*peak. Even the spray bottle can’t deter me now >:3*
*dw yall can kill off some of my characters when I have too many, it takes trial and error.*
Ignis reaches out its hand and draws the flame into its body
*She didn't steal anything, just copied him. She steals from mortals, but only copies gods*
"You didn't even say hello!"
*Fixed it*
"Hello"
"Thhhank you" she sighs "and what is your name?"
"Ignis,as for you?"
"Thymacchia!" The spotlight focuses on her, and bursts of fire come from the floor of the stage as she rises from the couch and strikes a pose
"That pose was unnecessary"
"I disagree darling. It was completely necessary"
"Darling?"
"They're called niceties. You should learn how to use them"
"I know how to use niceties,I just only use them for people I like"
"And... You don't like me?" The mask features softer for a split second before becoming cartoonishly exaggerated and theatrical. She presses the back of her crab claw/human hand hybrid to her forehead and leans back. "You wound me!"
"AH CRAP"
the ground starts shaking
"Serves you right." The curtains begin closing
"Rude"
"Hey! I am not rude! I am the picture of geniality!" The curtains stop closing. The stage wobbles trying to remain stable
"That sounds like something a rude person would say"
"I will walk! Leave you to deal with..." She waves her chitinous hand "whatever this is" the curtains begin closing again
"I have created a new metal specifically to kill deities like you"
"You kill me, you have to deal with my siblings. Surely you can do that math?"
"I never said I was going to use it"
"Then we don't have that issue" the curtains close more "id wish you luck with... This, but I don't want to"
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*Id be okay. Heck, I was kinda planning on making Aria's monster a minotaur situation. Not the same thing, but similar*
*oooooh funsies!*
*Damn I need a lot of cp. 20 for the serpent's mount, 22 for the storm, 13 for the monster, and I'm stuck rolling d4s. This may take a while*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*I would in fact find it very entertaining to see a character try and flirt with certain characters lol*
*peak. Even the spray bottle can’t deter me now >:3*
*dw yall can kill off some of my characters when I have too many, it takes trial and error.*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*I would in fact find it very entertaining to see a character try and flirt with certain characters lol*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*Id be okay. Heck, I was kinda planning on making Aria's monster a minotaur situation. Not the same thing, but similar*
*oooooh funsies!*
*Damn I need a lot of cp. 20 for the serpent's mount, 22 for the storm, 13 for the monster, and I'm stuck rolling d4s. This may take a while*
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*anyone wanna rp? Looking to use Bríz because baby*
*I could have the construct move*
*sher! Bríz discovers mech version 2*
*Ya!*
The construct, previously still, suddenly groans to life, gears, metal, and stone grinding and shifting as it begins to move, each step shaking the area (this also could affect ignus and Envy's roleplay temporarily if they care) as it walks, each step carrying it dozens of feet, soon it settles next to the walls of a town, before the sounds lessen to just a constant hum
Bríz rises into the air, rifle at the ready. “State your business.” They say, only a small quiver in their voice at the intimidating sight.
The construct doesn't respond, but a slight hiss eminates as what looks like a trap door opens near the shoulder of the construct, as a cloak figure climbs out, the cloak a basic brown, with stripes of gold throughout, two golden eyes the only visible feature underneath the hood, almost identical to the constructs eye color
“I repeat-state your business. Do you mean any harm to these mortals or myself?” Their eyes flicker to the trapdoor, and they flit over.
The figure spoke, the voice vaguely female but also... Wrong. Distorted almost. "I do not wish to harm mortals as I well am... Was one"
Bríz relaxes. “Then you are welcome. But do not come closer to the town. I wish not for accidents to happen.” They pause, hovering in the air. “Quite a nice… contraption you have there.”
"It's not mine. Well not only mine. Me and my people reside within it"
“Fascinating. How do you get resources? What are you like to the construct-little fleas?”
"The construct provides energy, we grow food within, and we have pipes and such everywhere for water. Places for animals, ect. And the construct isnt entirely aware of us. At least not physically. It doesn't have the capabilities to feel. So it binds to one of us, and we act as sort of its eyes ears and reason. As well as said bound not aging, as well as being able to control the contract itself in situations of need"
Bríz nods. “So I presume you are that person, or at least someone important to your society?”
"Correct. My name is verdia"
“Nice to meet you. Apologies for my… lack of manners earlier.”
"It's understandable, I would also freak out if a creature rivaling the height of a volcano also." She pulled down her hood, revealing light green skin, veins instead of being non-visible were a good, which at point would reach her eyes, a solid gold instead of whites irises or pupils, and long pointed ears, as well as long brown hair going into the cloak streaked with gold
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Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
*would yall be okay with me introducing a very flirtatious character? No actual romance unless permitted by the other character’s writer, but they will be very… idk. I’ll figure it out.*
*I would in fact find it very entertaining to see a character try and flirt with certain characters lol*
*peak. Even the spray bottle can’t deter me now >:3*
*dw yall can kill off some of my characters when I have too many, it takes trial and error.*
*Kather would like to know your location*
*She’ll want Quintin fs, he’s a monster, he just hasn’t showed it yet.*
*Eden too, but I kinda want to keep her for a bit longer to see how I like her.*
*Bríz is my baby, nothing bad should ever happen to them.*
*sprays you with anti banana juice*
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*OWWWWWWWW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT OWWWWWWWWWWWWW*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*I follow up on my threats*
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*GUYS HELP IM BEING ATTACKED*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
"Correct. My name is verdia"
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
"Then we don't have that issue" the curtains close more "id wish you luck with... This, but I don't want to"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
“Nice to meet you. Apologies for my… lack of manners earlier.”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*I would in fact find it very entertaining to see a character try and flirt with certain characters lol*
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
*Don’t help he asked for it*
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*peak. Even the spray bottle can’t deter me now >:3*
*dw yall can kill off some of my characters when I have too many, it takes trial and error.*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
"Try not to die before I get to kill you"
*end thread?*
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*Damn I need a lot of cp. 20 for the serpent's mount, 22 for the storm, 13 for the monster, and I'm stuck rolling d4s. This may take a while*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*IM PRESSING CHARGES*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*Kather would like to know your location*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*don't encourage him*
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*bríz could maybe do the mountain?*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*they’re on d6s*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*sprays again*
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"It's understandable, I would also freak out if a creature rivaling the height of a volcano also." She pulled down her hood, revealing light green skin, veins instead of being non-visible were a good, which at point would reach her eyes, a solid gold instead of whites irises or pupils, and long pointed ears, as well as long brown hair going into the cloak streaked with gold
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
*She’ll want Quintin fs, he’s a monster, he just hasn’t showed it yet.*
*Eden too, but I kinda want to keep her for a bit longer to see how I like her.*
*Bríz is my baby, nothing bad should ever happen to them.*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3