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Who here likes cuddles?
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If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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6 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
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7 yrs ago
How do wing.
7 yrs ago
Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Well hello.

I guess I should introduce myself, huh.

I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.

I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.



I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.

I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.

"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."

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"Well, I can certainly see what I have. It's been a little since I've been able to restock my supply, though, and this town's lack of a proper healer and quite small stockpile isn't helping my supply." Ursaren kept his supply of herbs well-stocked for any possible situation, but as of this town's predicament that the group happened across, his supply had to be drawn from, and it was quite small now. The old man was slightly irritated, but as long as the herbs were being put to good use, he didn't mind.

The group started to make their way towards the Tavern, withwhich Ursaren turned around to head back to the building he was treating everyone in. "I'll come and join you fellows within time. I promised the good people in this shack that I'd be right back. Once I'm done there, I'll be on my way." Ursaren smiled as he continued his walk back, finally stepping back into the building and looking over at the desk he was brewing everything at. There happened to be a younger boy there, looking at everything with wonder in his eyes.

"Sir, what's all this?"

"It's my alchemy supplies. Everyone in this building needs healing in some way, and I'm glad to be the one to be doing it."

"What's alchemy?"

"Making mixtures of herbs and liquids and turning them into magical drinks. It's actually quite relaxing, and sometimes the payouts are good." Ursaren explained as he put a few flower petals into his mortar and pestle, smashing them into fine dust along with a single robin's egg that hadn't birthed any young.

"Why are you crushing the flower petals and egg?"

"Well, each one has a property to it that makes them special. You can combine them together to make this..." Ursaren held down the bowl he was holding to show the reddish-yellow mixture to show the boy. Ursaren pulled it back up and started to grind it a little more, pouring it into a small glass bottle, adding a bunch of clean water to the mixture before shaking the bottle vigorously, the old man's hand glowing slightly as he did so.

The young boy's mouth opened wide as he watched the mixture formulate into a proper potion, the dark crimson hue of the bottle turning into a vibrant rose red. "If you create a mixture that's just right, you'll get a potion. This one'll heal some minor injuries, though it'll be better if it ferments a little." Ursaren set the bottle down so he could get to work on a few more.

"Wow, that's so cool!" the young boy exclaimed, a spark in his eye. "I wanna do that, can I try?!"

"Maybe later, little one. For now, just watch and observe."
uhhh i got nothin to defend my position with

To be entirely honest I forgot about this. Though, I'm on it now, don't worry!

Post'll be incoming.

[edit] Wowie kazowie, there it is.
"I, uh, gots a lot of Earth Magic. I can sense tremors and vibrations, create walls of rock, move soil with my mind, and even make large spices." Digbie said as he rose to his feet and kneeled, touching the floor in front of him as he tried to mend it. He gave it an actual effort before he realized something, a green flash appearing on his eye for a split-second. "This... isn't Earth. Material Analysis confirms that..." Yep, seemed like his magic acted a little different compared to yours.

"I uh... I got more tricks! I can create shields on people, spread healing ground, and do this!" He grabbed a small rock out of his bag (... surprisingly, it was made out of a hollowed-out, yet very large rat) and wound his arm back, preparing to throw it. As he threw it forwards, however, you can see the rock turn golden as it flies out of his hands, going much farther than something that you could even throw. In it's wake, it even left a golden trail.

"... that's... something I don't recognize, not gonna lie."

"It's called Stone Shot."
The Pumpkin King!

"That's their disguise figured out." Jack smiled as he spoke, though he did frown slightly when he realized that he was lacking in the disguise department. "Alas, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the tavern with you all. I have no mask that'd let my identity be concealed, unlike Lock, Shock, and Barrel here." Jack returned to his smiling facade as he lifted Zero up and placed the dog on his shoulder, the spectral canine lapping at his skull.

"I'll climb up to the roof. In case anyone comes for you all and tries to do anything to hurt you, I'm fairly sure I can scare them away from doing it." He was confident in that regard. Being scary was his schtick. His number one claim to fame. If he wasn't able to scare the pants off of some n'er-do-wells, then what good would he be able to do. "Regardless of anything, though, we should get a move on. The sooner we find Sally, the better."
"This tent is a wagon." Brock said as he looked to the entrance. "I think Eve's out there guiding it. She's got the sharpest eyes of anyone in this crew, unless Digbie has better eyes." Brock thought for a moment before stepping towards the entrance himself. "I'll actually go with her. I would prefer to not see my Basilisk be burnt alive, and with how unstable her magic is, it's likely bound to happen."

As Brock walked off towards the entrance, you notice Digbie looking around the area and summoning a small ball of blue light in front of him. It seems to be shoddily constructed, as if he doesn't know exactly how it's going, but you can slowly see him start to mold its form into a more oblong oval before it shatters into sparkly blue dust. "I-I chose to be a Demiblin 'cause it gave me a good amount of magical power, honest! I'm not a bad guy at all!" Even if you're inclined to believe it, there's still something off about him...

Eh, maybe not. Maggie seems to like him, in any case. It may also be a good idea to see what he's actually capable of doing, since he'll probably be sticking around for a while, at least until you find Gobbo (if you do).

You can't help but feel your destiny has become yours once again, as the area calms back to what it once was.
The goblin looked at you and spoke, though his body language still conveyed his timidity. "A demiblin is a goblin that had been swayed to go down a dark path through doin' some form of evil act. I-I threw a flamin' rat corpse and that was enough to get the path." The goblin tilted his head at the mention of how you didn't know who/what System was. "The System is... kind of my, uh, Mourningstar called it 'micromanagin'' thing. You guys don't have it?"

"I've heard of monsters growing stronger through experience... maybe that's how it manifests for this demiblin?" Brock said, his sword raised to block Jen and make sure she doesn't run right for the goblin and beat it into the next life. "Does it know where Gobbo is?"

"Who?"

"There's your answer," Maggie bluntly said as she looked down at the Demiblin. "Do you have a name that we could call you?"

"... D-Digbie. I'd prefer to not fight anyone, if that's okay..."

With a reluctant sigh, Jen lowers her mace.
Passing the Time


A week had passed since the detention club had the sleepover at Ami's place, and similarly so, it had been a week since Apia assisted with the defeat of the massive nightmare assaulting the sleepover. It seemed a lot of the club had reaped serious benefits from the destruction, though Apia wasn't exactly sure what it did for her just yet. She felt like it made her stronger, certainly, but she didn't know how it made her stronger, exactly. Her speculation right now was that her paralytic poison acted quite faster, but she wasn't completely sure of that.

Regardless, there wasn't a club meeting today, which struck Apia as a little odd. She noticed Touka was straying away from the rest of the group, which Apia wasn't sure why. She didn't remember her being so apprehensive of the rest of the group. Maybe it was just a hard time for her. A family tragedy, perhaps? Apia wanted to inquire further, but doing so might only be annoying her and overstepping the boundaries she had, if it was true.

There was also the topic of Seyrun's presence. Apia wasn't sure if she trusted the girl just yet, though her mind wasn't out of malice or anything. Seyrun was just distant to the Hivemother, so there wasn't really any reason for Apia to trust (or distrust) the new arrival to the detention club. Within time, her opinion might change, but until then Apia wouldn't try to dirty the waters in the sea of a new ally.

All that aside, Apia sipped her smoothie in the shopping mall she was at. There wasn't a meeting today, and she could easily handle herself in a fight so she wasn't worried about that either. She just wanted to spend some time at the mall, looking for new cute clothes to surprise Hana with on their next date night. Maybe a nice new set of PJs so she could cuddle Hana in them? She was just gonna let the world decide that as she looked around the various stores.

For now, though, she had a smoothie, and she was gonna sit back and drink it.
"... AAAGH! HUMANS HAVE TAKEN ME HOSTAGE! OBERON! TORRENT! I NEE-GACK! Within the span of a minute, the goblin had climbed to his feet, started running around wildly like a madman, and then slammed his head into a nearby table.

Everyone but Maggie reacted with a flinch. Maggie, on the other hand, immediately rushed to the aid of the goblin. "Goodness me! We're not going to hurt you, mister demiblin!" Demiblin? That's a fancy new term you were unfamiliar with. Though, Brock definitely did speak up when he heard it. "You mean to tell us we're in front of a demonic goblin?"

Maggie nodded, taking another look at him and noticing there was a rare flower in his hair. "It's definitely a demiblin, but I don't think he's as demonic as we're led to believe." Maggie patted him on the head and began to channel a small spell in her hand, putting her hands on his head right where he hit himself. Interestingly, her hands looked quite blue.

"... y-you all aren't goin' to beat me up? T-the System said you guys would easily kill me!"
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