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7 yrs ago
Who here likes cuddles?
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7 yrs ago
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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8 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
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8 yrs ago
How do wing.
8 yrs ago
Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Bio

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."

Most Recent Posts

@Sickle-Cell
Can I ask for a pass this round? I don't have much to add, but I'll have Xoxi comment on something next posting round.
Jen leads the way on her Clydesdale as you embark for Threeson.

It is then that you realize you don't have the tome of necromancy on you, which could mean two things. Either Jen has it, or it's in the damn castle of righteous paladins.
Bonesword - Quick Farewells

"I don't know much about this place, but my best guess was that those clowns in that UFO were a factor in the disappearance of any life," Bonesword said before he approached the two, keeping his sword down and his hands raised to not show any aggression. "The feeling is mutual. I'm not used to the city here either. Everything where I'm from is more... technological."

Maybe these guys were what Bonesword has been looking for as teammates, actually. They were two fitting people in an entourage of his if he had made one, and it didn't seem to out of the question to ask for a bit of assistance, even if it was only temporary. He still had a tournament to... not win. Winning was in the past. Hell, if there was any time to try and get an alliance together to end the tournament, now was that time. Although, he did figure that whoever he had to face next he should be better prepared for. These guys were the ticket to that, it would seem.

"If ya 'ave anythin' t'say, Mister Sin-clair, spit it out 'fore we disappear,” Screed told the Fungal Knight. There was one real answer that Bonesword wanted to respond with, so he did.

"You guys want a ride? Charlie has room for two more." An affectionate roar from Charlie soon followed.
Bonesword - Continuing Forth!


The slap on the back sent Bonesword's skull flying into his hands before he caught it and picked it back up, his sword stabbed into the Rum Runner's floor. "Thank's Cap. I'm still workin' on my botanical applications, but they worked out here!" Bonesword didn't feel super useful in that battle aside from being something to just act as a distraction, but then again, he was hindered for the majority of the battle by having to steer the ship and keep it from falling apart. If he didn't have to worry about the land... well... it'd be a lot easier of a battle for him, and one where he'd help out a lot more.

Everybody on the ship had their own things to take care of before the crew arrived in Clock Town. Bonesword, feeling pretty good aside from the few tears in his patchwork clothes, was normally in charge of supplying reparation resources. He was gifted with the ability to grow trees wherever he wanted, so naturally that meant a lot of wood to fix things with. As such, a few places of the Rum Runner were designated for Bonesword to grow small trees in so planks could be made and used for said repairs. It was pretty convenient.

Next he had to really just do the minor repairs. With Feya being in recovery for the time being and everyone else needing tending to, Bonesword had to step up. Not that he minded, it was just that he couldn't get near the water of the ocean or he risked... well... Mom had to help him out that one time.

After everything was taken care of for Bonesword, the skeleton kid took his sword up to the front of the ship and put it beside him, his legs hanging outside of the ship as if he was sitting off a pier. He waved over to Mom and Boone before he patted his sword and looked towards Clock Town.

"Do you think we'll get any answers to our past there, bud?"

Silence, aside from the roar of crashing waves.

"It's good to be optimistic..."
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A pale green SUV pulled up to the edge of the Dirty Babe, a woman in an armored dress stepping out of it with a sword resting in the hilt attached to her hip. Her mask, a skull with clearly Victorian details, concealed her eyes behind it as she walked into the bar, her brownish-red hair bouncing slightly in the wind as she stepped into the bar.

"Ugh. A run down place like this was the rendezvous point?" she thought to herself as she walked over to the bar and took a seat, pulling an unlabeled bottle from a bag she carried on her back, a dark green liquid shining beyond the bronze-tinted exterior. A silent whisper echoed from under her mask as she ordered her own beverage. A bottle of vodka and an eight-ounce glass.

As the bartender dropped the bottle and glass off, the woman proceeded to mix the dark green liquid and the vodka together, forming something odd-smelling. It was remiss of what you would assume Miracle-Gro smells like. The woman removed her mask for a second, taking a hefty sip as her face was obscured by her long hair, before placing the glass down on the bar and grunting. Her drink always got her on the first few sips, but it was a good ride from there on.

As her mask went back on, she looked towards the back table to the two people dressed in official-looking outfits. They must be her contacts. Ah well, they'd come get her in their own time.
Charlie affectionately roars as you address him, seeing as if he's missed you for the time you were separated. Maybe he just missed you because your the ticket to finding his master. Maybe he's just hungry and wants to eat you.

Whatever the case is, he lowers his head and positions for you to climb on.

Jen's own horse is a Clydesdale, fully grown and very strong. Her voice echoes to you as her eyes glow from behind her helmet. "The Light has shown me the way. Follow quickly, Tobias."

(Sorry for not posting earlier. I had robotics.)
@Sickle-cell
If you have the chance, I added something very minor to Xoxi's sheet. You might get a good laugh out of it.

If not, well, I tried.

Farce watched on as she noticed Mantis cracking his gun against some guy's nose, ruining his face and more for a long time to come. Then there were the gunshots that erupted from Zach's presence getting involved. So much for being sneaky beaky.

There were two guys under Farce's vantage point, though. She could take them out so the heat would be taken off of Judah. With a swift kick, Farce dislocated the vent cover from the vent and slipped down onto the catwalk, where she brought her nightstick around for a hit immediately on the guy she was closest to, knocking him to the ground unconscious.

Axel leaped onto the other guy, acting as a viable distraction for Farce to kick out his legs and follow up with a knee to his head, which knocked him out cold too. Axel let out a soft bark before Farce quickly raised her finger to her mouth and uttered a "Shhh," which silenced the doggo quickly. He was definitely a good boy, if not a smart one.

"Grab one of their guns. It might be useful to you later," Dunn's voice echoed in the mind of his sister as she sighed and grabbed the revolver off of the guy she beat first. It was fully loaded, and though she had no revolver ammo, she did have six loaded shots in it. Better than nothing.

Farce and Axel sprinted towards Mantis' location, making an effort to run without much noise before she stopped and raised the newly-obtained revolver at the unknown woman. "Excuse me for dropping in."
Damn. The juice had gone bad. Eh, whatever. Tibulus still had that wine from a forever ago that he could drink in case he ever wanted to drink... which was never. He was glad to finally have that urge to drink something once more. Tibulus had been without that for too long.

Stryker mentioned something about a firing range being built in the gym of the ship, and that sounded like a decent idea to Tibulus. It would give him a place to test out his robot for after the surgery, should he want to adapt it to being a combat asset as opposed to just a surgery bot. That wasn't a bad thing, but nor was it all that great unless everyone was dying as a collective unit at once.

"Hey Grayson. If you need help with that firing range, lemme know," Tibulus noted as he went back to the engraving of his robot head. It needed a name that captured it's grace and majesty.

Maybe Grace. Or Majesty.

Or Debbie.
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