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Link's above, bro.
Yeah, saw it about 5 seconds too late. Oops.
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Yeah, saw it about 5 seconds too late. Oops.
I'm interested. Will probably post something once my apartment's WiFi is set up or something.
@MrDidact I think I'm going to sit this one out, though I really like the world you've created and everything like that. In general, I don't like playing with other characters that are over-powered which is the general trend among the characters I've seen.
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I'll allow a Barbie house on a dead chicken that's on fire, nothing more or less.
Eh, close enough.
@Spawnling My character's dorm must contain a wooden hut that stands on fowl's legs, and the light source must be skulls illuminated from within with undying embers.
Aelonya.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a loud-looking human girl appeared and slapped the other girl - again, if you could call her that - on the hand, after Svarog. Aelonya paused, trying to remember the kind of person the skeletal hand had come from; ultimately, this didn't matter, as his remains had been imbued with the old god Svarog's likeness - all to some extent - around the winter solstice. To die around these times was a great honor, she thought; she just wondered why Svarog would slap hands with this creature, though she was an eyefull. The thought of this produced a soft chuckle. Perhaps she should try slapping the girl's hand, too, just to see how the glossy membrane of the embedded eye felt. It proceeded to blink at her in an uncanny, self-aware sort of fashion not unlike the disembodied hands that followed Aelonya around, extracted commands from her general will, yet acted on their own.
The red-haired girl had a sizeable amount of flesh wrapped around her bones, to the point where you could not tell, in most cases, that there was a harder structure underneath. Soft. Upon being pinched, the human's cheek flushed lightly, into a soft pink. Almost delectable. These types of humans always made Aelonya feel much older than she actually was, as the times she had physically encountered them, they were always asking favors. They got lost in the wood easily, or perhaps went to ask her for fire, lost their brides, or had an abusive step-family. And so on. She would help them in her own way, which was generally successful, but ensured that they would never return to bother her again. They were too fragile and completely unaware of the world to question anything, anyways.
"All of the humans are meaty and moldable. Defenseless little things. But there's a skeleton down there, if you dig around. You might need a knife," Aelonya noted, entirely nonchalant. "Such an existential question. Are you a demon?" She cocked her head to the side, mimicking the creature's shrug.
The pinstriped man opened his mouth, striking Aelonya with the sight of his tongue - which was covered in thick, dark hair which seemed to drip beads of fluid that struck the sides of his face as he spoke. Absolutely disgusting; similar to a domovoi. Did he live under the stove? Did the school's headmaster look like this? Grotesque, but Aelonya heard her name, and some order about a common room in one of the unnecessarily large mausoleums that surrounded the grounds. But the girl - Malinal - was trying to speak to her.
"Ail-ohn-yah. And you should let the human go before it asks you favors," Her laugh was in between something entirely exuberant - out-of-place in between the gaunt cheekbones and disembodied hands - and somewhat forced. "Going to open a rift into the common room, demon?" Aelonya smiled with pretension.
@Antarctic Termite
Seemingly out of nowhere, a loud-looking human girl appeared and slapped the other girl - again, if you could call her that - on the hand, after Svarog. Aelonya paused, trying to remember the kind of person the skeletal hand had come from; ultimately, this didn't matter, as his remains had been imbued with the old god Svarog's likeness - all to some extent - around the winter solstice. To die around these times was a great honor, she thought; she just wondered why Svarog would slap hands with this creature, though she was an eyefull. The thought of this produced a soft chuckle. Perhaps she should try slapping the girl's hand, too, just to see how the glossy membrane of the embedded eye felt. It proceeded to blink at her in an uncanny, self-aware sort of fashion not unlike the disembodied hands that followed Aelonya around, extracted commands from her general will, yet acted on their own.
The red-haired girl had a sizeable amount of flesh wrapped around her bones, to the point where you could not tell, in most cases, that there was a harder structure underneath. Soft. Upon being pinched, the human's cheek flushed lightly, into a soft pink. Almost delectable. These types of humans always made Aelonya feel much older than she actually was, as the times she had physically encountered them, they were always asking favors. They got lost in the wood easily, or perhaps went to ask her for fire, lost their brides, or had an abusive step-family. And so on. She would help them in her own way, which was generally successful, but ensured that they would never return to bother her again. They were too fragile and completely unaware of the world to question anything, anyways.
"All of the humans are meaty and moldable. Defenseless little things. But there's a skeleton down there, if you dig around. You might need a knife," Aelonya noted, entirely nonchalant. "Such an existential question. Are you a demon?" She cocked her head to the side, mimicking the creature's shrug.
The pinstriped man opened his mouth, striking Aelonya with the sight of his tongue - which was covered in thick, dark hair which seemed to drip beads of fluid that struck the sides of his face as he spoke. Absolutely disgusting; similar to a domovoi. Did he live under the stove? Did the school's headmaster look like this? Grotesque, but Aelonya heard her name, and some order about a common room in one of the unnecessarily large mausoleums that surrounded the grounds. But the girl - Malinal - was trying to speak to her.
"Ail-ohn-yah. And you should let the human go before it asks you favors," Her laugh was in between something entirely exuberant - out-of-place in between the gaunt cheekbones and disembodied hands - and somewhat forced. "Going to open a rift into the common room, demon?" Aelonya smiled with pretension.
@Antarctic Termite
Why would you sit on a dog?
@spearofhope
I lived around Milford wroth my best friend for pays of the summer.
I lived around Milford wroth my best friend for pays of the summer.
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