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  1. Verdance
    Hiro, a reclusive fisherman A slightly tall youth that never seems to take up much space due to a slim frame. His hair is dark but not quite black, his face has never tanned for some reason and is often dried from the salt and sun. He keeps to himself, but is quite nice when you get to know him. The smell of salt follow him, but never fish. He spends his free time on the roof of his home out looking the sea, playing the flute and waiting for his sister to come home, but she never does. Lingers at the fringe of conversation until he knows enough to try and say something without making a fool of himself, enjoys sweets slightly too much, and despises bloodshed. He doesn’t know it yet, but he will be determined to stop anyone from losing someone close to them this carnival.
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    A man on a horse approaches in the distance, riding slowly while he experiments with a small brass instrument. The combination of the instruments quite random and unskilled attempts at a song with the horses occasional unsuccessful attempt to throw the rider on a particularly flatulent note would cause even the most polite person to describe him as “comical”. However, the ridiculous olive green and sunflower yellow plaid cloak that hid most of the riders body from view really tipped his appearance from humorous to deliberately self deprecating. He reaches the camp and looks down at the group. “Hullo. Would any of you know where to find an inn? Or a village? Really any place looking for an exiled Fool,” he said in an incongruously terrifying hissing attempt at a voice. The juxtaposition was unsettling.
  3. Verdance
    Aight imma finish Magma in about an hour Family things are happeninh
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    9/10mmHB#2 jumped at Bacon’s arrival, drawing Futility. “Nah, he’s with me. Or I’m with him. Something like that,” Eden said. “Yeah, uh, it’s said it’s a Plotblade. Sounds like some meta-“ *screech*, three star hawks censoring the word. “Storming birds. Won’t even let me curse properly,” Eden conceded. The birds made some sort of gagging sounds that Eden interpreted as laughter.
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    But Eden is gone. Waiting at the base of the mountain with Inkwell and 9/20mmHB#2, very out of her death. I mean depth. Well, close enough.
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    Eden and another random person who looked suspiciously like Inkwell stood at the base of the mountain. The other person had darker, straighter hair, and green eyes, but mostly looked the same. His hand rested on a black sheath at his side, and a necklace with a suspiciously long and sharp bone sat on his sternum. Farther up the mountain, she could see the host of the party and the strange mist woman Inkwell had been speaking to climbing. Inkwell suddenly materialized next to his clone. “Oh. Hey, 9/10mmHB#2. Have you met Eden?” “Nope,” the other one- 9/10, was it? Said. “Am I to assume that that- is the evil intern?” Eden asked, pointing. “Yup. I have an idea,” Inkwell said, hurriedly sketching a few strange spheres and swallowing them, as well as a strange orange rectangle of light which he touched before it disappeared, and two metal bracelets which he clasps around his upper arm, under his sleeve. “I’ve got a few tricks planned, but you said the sword gave you an omen when it touched you?” Eden grimaced. “It called itself Death Omen.” “We can use that. 9/10, there should be others arriving soon. Would you mind keeping any of Malevolence’s allies busy?” 9/10 sneered, drawing the blade. It was jagged, twisted, asymmetrical on difficult flats, and blacker than Eden thought was possible. “I want this sword in that loser’s face. You distract them.” Inkwell sighed. “You’ve got just the sword. You’ll never survive. I have Shadowlight and Splendorlight. Oh, storms, that’s not going to be confusing.” 9/10 grunted, which Eden took to mean he would do as Inkwell said. “Okay. Let’s wait for the others,” Inkwell finished.
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    As she swings the blade, the fabric of reality tears open in front of her, and she barely manages to not stumble through to a random location.
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    Isabel is left alone in Inkwell’s cabin. A glance at a map in the corner tells her there is no civilization within walking distance. She’ll have to find another way home. On the desk is left a dagger on top of a page ripped out of the notebook depicting the same dagger. Scrawled over the margins of the drawing are notes: “rift blade v.2” “why won’t it work” “9/10 energy signature required?” “Copying another existing object invalidates magic?” And at the bottom of the page, “another character could use this. Probably.” The dagger is unnamed. Surely Inkwell won’t miss a defective portal creating object. @Honors Ghost
  9. Verdance
    Oop my bad
  10. Verdance

    imma hit the sack before I post any more cringe. 
    Final showdown against the dubiously evil mostly insecure intern tomorrow!!!

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    2. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      You can always look up the lyrics... but it's in Japanese, so... like... yeah.

      Idk.

      No, I do not listen to those/that.

    3. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      Holy crem

      From the first few seconds of Flight of the Crows, it's amazing!

    4. Verdance

      Verdance

      They are bizarre and unique and passionate 

  11. Verdance
    Wait what the heck the description for the place malevolence is at is describing a place identical to my first attempt at writing a book (which was complete garbage by some thirteen year old who thought character design was hair color and what type of weapon they have) but like almost word for word identical
  12. Verdance
    Ehhhh… he was just going to apologize to ribbon and alert the two to the event anyhow.
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    Omg peak :3 lmk when your first novel releases I wanna buy the first copy Inkwell can’t find their oh so gracious host. Instead he has found that all the doors in the evil lair lead nowhere. It seems Malevolence hasn’t even tried any cake. Oh well, it tastes like ink anyhow. Night? He thinks. Could you do me a favor and contact 9/10mmHB#2? I’m not sure of his loyalty but he would definitely join forces against malevolence given the chance. He hurries back to the party, seeking out Ribbon and Fog, deadly serious. “Sorry for heckling you, Ribbon,” he acknowledges. “But the birthday boy is opening his presents early.” @Through The Living Glass@Aeoryi —— Sanguine scowls, sharpening his fingers into blades. “I’m not here to talk. Are you going to run, or bleed?” —— A starhawk lands on 9/10mmHB#2 as he stares up at a world where a goddess has broken out of a moon and destroyed the earth. “Hello. Who are you?” The starhawk screeches, conveying urgency. “Alright, alright. I’ll come.” He gets up, surveying the terrain. The Godmother approaches, confused by the presence of a human in a world where all have Ascended. “Goodbye,” he shouts as the starhawk yanks him away through space. —— Eden approached Inkwell as he returned from somewhere. Inkwell didn’t notice her, talking to the woman made of water. Suddenly, a starhawk appeared out of nowhere and screeched apologetically, before yanking her away across all space.
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    Ah. Okay. I was worried I went a little overboard. Well, maybe i did. high praise!
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    He’s not usually this bad. He acts up when he’s worried. And right now he’s very very worried. Plus I wanted to imitate some Bacon energy. i think I broke NameIess.
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    “Nope. But if you really despise me so much? Don’t imitate me.” He left, whistling the motif from Provider, and went to go annoy Malevolence further. @NameIess
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    glass eyes mean you can’t see. I mean. for @Through The Living Glassonly He laughs. “You’ve never danced with someone? You don’t want to end up like me. Alone. But you clearly both like each other. Don’t let it pass.” He cocked his head, listening to the music. —— Sanguine bared his teeth. “You don’t get it. It’s not what I want; it’s who I am. I am the uncaring blood of thousands on the battlefield. I am the gravity that breaks the skull of the rock climber who lost his grip. I am the anger in the eyes of the father who beats his son to death. I am not minded, I am violence, the tool of death, the end of the story never told. This is the way of the world.” @Ashkaloda
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    Im busy partying a crash… but… Sanguine leers at Egis. “You look like a fight. Blood to be spilled.” —— for glass eyes only He turns to Ribbon. “You should ask her to dance. Just sayin’”. —— Eden, thoroughly confused, gets a slice of cake and sits in the corner far away from everyone.
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    Inkwell would dance, but he is terrible at dancing. So he dons a freshly drawn vessel mask and cuts Fog a piece of cake, then whispers something in her ear. for Glass eyes only
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    Inkwell, noticing the lack of color in the tacky supervillain lair he has suddenly appeared in, forgets Eden exists and begins sketching the lair. With… improvements. seconds later, banners colored pink and white or green and black appear all over the lair, saying: “Happy Evil Plan Day!”. Electronic music begins blasting from the corners of the lair, while pink or green sparkly confetti rains down from the ceiling in several places. A giant cake in the shape of a black flamingo sits on a table among other party edibles. He also draws a polka dot party hat on malevolence’s head.
  21. Verdance
    Meh. I didn’t come to the shard to convert people to my religion. Cool way of looking at life though
  22. Verdance

    Ok I must convert you to sleep token :3

    what music do you listen to 

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    2. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      Thought it was, like, school-blocked

    3. Verdance

      Verdance

      I remember the days of school chrpmebooks and go guardian 

      storm go guardian

    4. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      Lol fr

      *shudders*

  23. Verdance
    I believe that absolute truth comes from God, that man is flawed and mortal, so… all opinions are valued pretty much the same to me.
  24. Verdance
    Can we just throw a party in Malevolences house while he’s here. Like, just be completely obnoxious in the face of imminent annihilation.
  25. Verdance
    Well here’s the thing, pride in the context of lgbtq is the rainbow but as someone not lgbtq, I think that people can feel proud or confident in whatever colors they want, so it’s very subjective. that is to say, there isn’t one objective interpretation of color. The idea that there is has been misused enough. It’s subjective at the end of the day
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