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Sgrub: Chapter One

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Sgrub: Chapter One

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Sgrub: Chapter One

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Sgrub: Chapter One

Okay. Here's Dauxix's revision.



I really hate the low quality though? That happened with him and Kaitan. They don't look like that in the art program. Help?

Sgrub: Chapter One

YOU'RE FINE OMG.

Also I might edit Dauxix, I'm not rly pleased with how his sprite turned out.

Sgrub: Chapter One

Hey guys. I made a

VERY IMPORTANT THING

for the

MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTERS

in this RP.
_{not really}

Anyways, here they go.

it daux


n kait

Exurbia | 1x1

"Jesus Christ," you mutter. The guy is relentless in thinking that you mean him any harm. You look up at Lucy.

"Knock him back out," she suggests.

You simply scoff at her in response, then look back at the troll. "I am not going to kill you," you bark harshly, "and I don't plan on hurting you. For fuck's sake, can you get that through your thick, impenetrable think pan?!"

Just One Bite (Re-boot) | 1x1 |

Mattie seemed to be just as anxious and fearful as he was, but she wasn't showing it as much. Nicholas hated that he so easily exhibited his emotions. It wasn't something that he could help, but it was something that could get him killed in the current situation if portrayed to the wrong people.

The handshake was brief and a bit awkward. Then, Mattie asked if his sister was alone. His first instinct was no answer no, because his mother was technically with her, but his mother was extremely ill. Alissa may as well have been alone. He nodded his head, appearing to be in a bit of a daze before he snapped out of it. "Yeah. Yeah, we need to get back to her." He gripped the shovel with both hands again and turned, heading out the door. "It's right down the road," he said. "Just follow me."

Exurbia | 1x1

You look at Lucy and she looks back at you. You're both confused because when did you ever call him stupid or fat? He must be more rattled in the brain from the fight than you anticipated. You don't think it's best to thrust him back out into the troll side of the wall, but you don't know if you can keep him here and risk Lucy or her mother getting hurt. It's an internal conflict for you, that you ponder with your forefinger to your chin as you stare at the injured troll. Your other hand absently shuffled inside your pocket, fingers wrapping around the box with the trinket you'd gotten for Lucy's birthday. Her birthday. Fuck, it's her birthday.

"What are you going to do?" the troll wheezes, his voice shaking pathetically. Your expression softens for a brief moment before you immediately harden it again. Your chest might be panged with something like pity, platonic pity for the love of all that is and isn't holy, but you're not going to let that show.

"I already told you," you say, your voice coming out a little softer than you'd intended. You don't bother to correct it, even though firmness is probably what you need to exhibiting right now. "I can help you get home if you want. You're just...pretty banged up."

Just One Bite (Re-boot) | 1x1 |

The owner of the voice stepped out from the room to the left, speaking as she looked in his direction. She looked just as any other live human did lately -- worn out, exhausted. There were bags under her eyes that Nicholas was sure matched his own. Her hair was frazzled, and she was gripping the crowbar in her hands as tightly as he was gripping his shovel.

"Fine," she said. "Eh, I don't really have any supplies. Just a crowbar, water, some tallow, and a little hardtack. I'm keeping this though," she held determined eye contact with him as she brandished the crowbar. He looked away.

"Sure. I'm not gonna strip you of your weapons or food. I just figured it'd be smarter to travel with more people. It's just me and my sister, like I said. She's ten. Eleven? Er...sorry, I don't even know how old my own sister is, but it's not important right now, I guess. Nothing is except food and water. Anyway, uh...yeah. I'm Nick."

Nicholas looked at her again, removing one hand from the shovel to offer it to her.