S. Stormy

Balat

Granted. Your soul turns into a panda, which then crawls out through your esophagus, which breaks, then the panda bonds a Cryptic and swears the First and Second Ideals, then Lightweaves your appearance onto it, then lives your life, interacting with everyone you know while you bleed out on the floor with your slice of cheese. I wish for creativity.

So, I tend to admire things from afar... Your art is super good. It's not bad, and I wish I could shade as well as you! You're really good at figures, and your proportions always seem pretty much perfect. Great job! Also, do you want to draw Gone? He's scrawny, and he has platinum-blond hair. He's about seven, and he has big eyes(but not freakish). Oh. and he's dressed in colorful rags. He might also be bear-crawling, if you want. And don't you dare do it if you don't feel like it.

Gone nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he said, then curled up on his bed and closed his eyes.

"Thank you a lot," Gone said as he left.

"I think it's 3259," Gone said tiredly. @The Aspiring Archivist

Gone's eyes widened. "That would be good," he said. He hadn't even thought of that.

Gone yawned. "I'm tired. I can go to my room."

"Thank you," Gone said, then brushed his pale platinum-blonde hair out of his eyes. He suddenly realized he was the center of attention and shrank into Cufre. "Thank you. And please don't kill me. Or him," he said, looking at Cufre.

Gone tilted his head as he looked at Silver. "Hi," he said, trying to hide the tears in his voice.

"Well, you wanted to have someone with you. That's..." Gone's voice breaks, and he tries to hide the tears in his eyes. "...that's okay."

Gone shrugged. "Well, one time I fell down and scraped my knee. I didn't know how to take care of it, and so I just squeezed it because the blood was so red. And then it got all colorful. Someone helped me get better." He scrunched up his face. "I don't remember who." He frowned up at Cufre. "What made you upset as a kid? Did your parents ever talk to you?"

Jan. 2, 2023 An Old Relic

"I don't really need anything. It's okay."

Gone shook his head. "I don't think so."

"I had two brothers. They looked like me, but then they died. My parents said that seeing me was too painful, because I looked like my dead brothers. So they never talked to me. I started crawling around to see if they'd talk to me, and they didn't. I started wearing rags and doing things like making my face look bruised and dirty to make them talk to me, but they never did. It seemed like I might as well be gone. So now I'm Gone." Gone smiled sadly. "And that's why I crawl around. I like it better than walking."

Gone looked down. "That sounds nice." Welll... I didn't read all of the previous character's introductions. Because that would have been a whole thing.

Gone stares at Tacien. Then he looks at Cufre. "You must like him a lot."

"Are you sure? Is it too sad to see me?"

Gone looked at Cufre. "Do you think I could help comfort him maybe?"

Gone bear-galloped after him. He was useless in the fighting, and maybe he could help Tacien.

Gone looked around at the proceedings. He looked at Rayvyn. She looked scared. And angry. He shrank away from her, then looked at Tacien. "Please. How can we get it off of him?" he begged.

Gone looks at Tacien. "Sorry that you're scared. But these people want to help you."