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SleepingSilence
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My Very Brief Bio
Male, 33 years old. (I'm even more dead than before.)
Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)
But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)
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Interacting with: @Moon Man
Dylirius’ lack of caution and friendliness was apparent from the moment when he had first introduced himself to Spore. Since this otherwise-immobilized demon had managed to carry on a conversation, with the help of a herb stem tip, dripping an anti-paralysis substance inside of his maw. But surely the Myconid must’ve wondered; 'if the cat was already prepared for this to happen. He shouldn’t have come so close, or had something stronger ready to ingest.' Yet Dylirius sounded so happy to be experiencing ‘such a potent numbness spreading across his entire body’. In his own words. Before proceeding to speak intimately about his alchemy and altruistic goals until - and long after - he was freed from the paralyzing spores. Only remembering to share his name at the very end of their encounter.
With a visual change that occurred every subsequent visit—disguising the natural candlelight glow of his eyes. Realizing that his flickering gaze might’ve resembled those intruders’ torches, or their accursed light spells. Because better not to be reminded of one’s tragic past, yes?
So it was no surprise to see him standing nearby, without any apprehension. Admiring his friend’s green thumb, as the tiny airborne particles began to dance around them. “Oh. It’s a great privilege to watch you work.” Dylirius noted spiritedly. With his paw soon fidgeting with the leather straps of his triangular crystal necklace. So realistic in its swaying movements, and even how it felt to touch, that it was too easy to forget that all of it was a part of his artificial ensemble.
Quick to clear his throat and tone down the zeal in his voice. “Ahem. I mean. You make it look so simple-” He asserted. Not able to finish his calmer comment, before his stomach provided a swift rebuttal. Prompting the lesser demon to raise his paws up, once he was handed the stringy mushrooms. “Oh my deepest apologies, but you misunderstand.” Dylirus appealed, while putting his paws back onto his belly. “There’s no reason to fear my stomach’s rumblings.” He assured his camouflaged companion. “It’s just one of my test-stage brews happened to vastly increase my appetite.” Dylirus elaborated with an averted gaze, and his paw rubbing underneath his chin in deliberation. Perhaps more so than I originally intended… He thought, with a feeling of something being on the tip of his tongue.
As Dylirius abruptly turned to face the tunnel that led closer to the giant spider’s lair. “But I don’t wish to startle you further. So I will go elsewhere and let my innards settle.” He declared, before taking several steps away from The Spore that Speaks. Being considerate enough to look back and make sure that he didn’t leave the Myconid paralyzed with fear. “Unless—there’s any kind of problem or ailment that you need my assistance with?” Dylirius offered, in a less-than-subtle manner. Seeming hopeful as ever, that everyone was always in need of something.
Dylirius’ lack of caution and friendliness was apparent from the moment when he had first introduced himself to Spore. Since this otherwise-immobilized demon had managed to carry on a conversation, with the help of a herb stem tip, dripping an anti-paralysis substance inside of his maw. But surely the Myconid must’ve wondered; 'if the cat was already prepared for this to happen. He shouldn’t have come so close, or had something stronger ready to ingest.' Yet Dylirius sounded so happy to be experiencing ‘such a potent numbness spreading across his entire body’. In his own words. Before proceeding to speak intimately about his alchemy and altruistic goals until - and long after - he was freed from the paralyzing spores. Only remembering to share his name at the very end of their encounter.
With a visual change that occurred every subsequent visit—disguising the natural candlelight glow of his eyes. Realizing that his flickering gaze might’ve resembled those intruders’ torches, or their accursed light spells. Because better not to be reminded of one’s tragic past, yes?
So it was no surprise to see him standing nearby, without any apprehension. Admiring his friend’s green thumb, as the tiny airborne particles began to dance around them. “Oh. It’s a great privilege to watch you work.” Dylirius noted spiritedly. With his paw soon fidgeting with the leather straps of his triangular crystal necklace. So realistic in its swaying movements, and even how it felt to touch, that it was too easy to forget that all of it was a part of his artificial ensemble.
Quick to clear his throat and tone down the zeal in his voice. “Ahem. I mean. You make it look so simple-” He asserted. Not able to finish his calmer comment, before his stomach provided a swift rebuttal. Prompting the lesser demon to raise his paws up, once he was handed the stringy mushrooms. “Oh my deepest apologies, but you misunderstand.” Dylirus appealed, while putting his paws back onto his belly. “There’s no reason to fear my stomach’s rumblings.” He assured his camouflaged companion. “It’s just one of my test-stage brews happened to vastly increase my appetite.” Dylirus elaborated with an averted gaze, and his paw rubbing underneath his chin in deliberation. Perhaps more so than I originally intended… He thought, with a feeling of something being on the tip of his tongue.
As Dylirius abruptly turned to face the tunnel that led closer to the giant spider’s lair. “But I don’t wish to startle you further. So I will go elsewhere and let my innards settle.” He declared, before taking several steps away from The Spore that Speaks. Being considerate enough to look back and make sure that he didn’t leave the Myconid paralyzed with fear. “Unless—there’s any kind of problem or ailment that you need my assistance with?” Dylirius offered, in a less-than-subtle manner. Seeming hopeful as ever, that everyone was always in need of something.
I'm just waiting for my turn. Hoping to interact with more characters.
I would've loved a better mixed version of this album.
Pardon the post delay. Everything tried to distract me yesterday, and succeeded in doing so.
But I'm enjoying how the posts are going so far. Hopefully mine will suffice as well.
But I'm enjoying how the posts are going so far. Hopefully mine will suffice as well.
Interacting with: @Moon Man
The gentle pitter-patter of Dylirius’ footsteps echoed across this spacious tunnel. Not sounding too unusual for those in earshot, used to hearing his energetic pace. Yet the urgency in his dilated pupils would tell a very different tale. As his two lengthy tails kept sweeping away the trail of paw prints that were left behind in the dirty stone. Being delicate enough in his actions, not to disturb the giant spider's webbing, or trigger any of the Everdark’s numerous traps. But still unable to outrun an intense growling noise that followed him through the darkness and into the light ahead. With but a single persistent thought in his anxious mind.
With the bright amber glow of his irises adjusting to all the blues, purples, and greens that illuminated the entire space. From floor, to walls, to the plantlife hanging from the cavern’s ceiling. It was a sight that brought an immediate smile to the lesser demon’s face. Quick to leap forward through the air like a cat, over a field of glowing flora, and plant his hind paws onto the vibrant red caps of one of the many ‘mushroom trees’. Using their unique springy texture to nimbly bounce from fungus to fungus, several times more, until he was mere feet away from The Spore that Speaks.
“Impressive as always, Dylirius.” He congratulated himself in a confident whisper, upon his feet silently gracing the ground. Casually brushing off his robe’s oversized sleeves and leaf-like hat, to keep his forest-colors dust free. “You made it here, and without a single witness.” Dylirius asserted in hushed volume, with his back facing the myconid. Slowly inhaling the distinguished nutty odors through his twitching nose, focused on all these little spotted fungi, that were bunched up just beneath his stance. Both paws attempting to quell the hellish rumblings erupting from the pit of his stomach.
“Patience please.” Dylirius urged, before reaching back to take the satchel off his backside. “Even when ravished with insatiable hunger—one must remain vigilant to every little detail.” He noted, while setting the satchel down in front of him, and opening the magically-sealed latch.
How else could one keep his treasures secured from the humans and other thievish folk, which had no bounds for personal property?
“Ah, here it is.” Dylirius declared preemptively, before pulling out the thick hardcover book, and opening it to reveal the exact page that he needed. Covered in crimson-inked text so minuscule, that it seemed impossible to read. Yet his single claw proceeded to tap against the written description that he began to read aloud. “Bouquet Black Earth Tongue. Undoubtedly named for its obsidian color and growth patterns resembling a bouquet. Its delicious buttery texture will melt on your tongue. So long as it has at least four white spots on the cap. But it’s safer not to actually swallow its stems...” He said, wasting no more time to put his book away and close the satchel.
Before Dylirius reached below and plucked one straight from the ground. Able to see its five spots on top, as he effortlessly inserted a single claw into the tender mushroom. Soon popping the cap into his slightly-ajar maw, and sucking on its unique savory flavor. As he continued to pick more and more delicacies to enjoy—the blissful demon had soon stuffed his maw full of mushrooms. With their stalks sticking out, and a river of drool dribbling down from the side of his chin. While failing to be concerned, or acknowledge however The Spore that Speaks was reacting to this. It was likely difficult to tell how much of this was a playful act. Sure. The minor swelling of the tongue, and excess production of saliva is another side effect of tasting it. But oh it's so worth it. Dylirius thought, with his tails gently swaying back and forth. And these will also be quite useful in my serum for suppressing someone else’s ravenous appetite. He concluded.
Not taking long to spit out the undissolved mushroom stalks and then bury them underneath a pawful of soil. As Dylirius nonchalantly looked over his shoulder and smiled at The Spore that Speaks. “Good evening, Spore. I must commend your excellent gardening skills, once again.” Dylirius praised, speaking in a fond tone. “And I mean it—a precious few can tend to such a delicate and deadly garden in the Everdark.” He appealed, while picking up his satchel and turning himself around. Trying to ‘butter up’ his acquaintance, since it was only natural for an alchemist to frequently meet the supplier of his ingredients…
The gentle pitter-patter of Dylirius’ footsteps echoed across this spacious tunnel. Not sounding too unusual for those in earshot, used to hearing his energetic pace. Yet the urgency in his dilated pupils would tell a very different tale. As his two lengthy tails kept sweeping away the trail of paw prints that were left behind in the dirty stone. Being delicate enough in his actions, not to disturb the giant spider's webbing, or trigger any of the Everdark’s numerous traps. But still unable to outrun an intense growling noise that followed him through the darkness and into the light ahead. With but a single persistent thought in his anxious mind.
"I-I can’t—I can’t let anyone see me like this...” Dylirius uttered to himself.
With the bright amber glow of his irises adjusting to all the blues, purples, and greens that illuminated the entire space. From floor, to walls, to the plantlife hanging from the cavern’s ceiling. It was a sight that brought an immediate smile to the lesser demon’s face. Quick to leap forward through the air like a cat, over a field of glowing flora, and plant his hind paws onto the vibrant red caps of one of the many ‘mushroom trees’. Using their unique springy texture to nimbly bounce from fungus to fungus, several times more, until he was mere feet away from The Spore that Speaks.
“Impressive as always, Dylirius.” He congratulated himself in a confident whisper, upon his feet silently gracing the ground. Casually brushing off his robe’s oversized sleeves and leaf-like hat, to keep his forest-colors dust free. “You made it here, and without a single witness.” Dylirius asserted in hushed volume, with his back facing the myconid. Slowly inhaling the distinguished nutty odors through his twitching nose, focused on all these little spotted fungi, that were bunched up just beneath his stance. Both paws attempting to quell the hellish rumblings erupting from the pit of his stomach.
“Patience please.” Dylirius urged, before reaching back to take the satchel off his backside. “Even when ravished with insatiable hunger—one must remain vigilant to every little detail.” He noted, while setting the satchel down in front of him, and opening the magically-sealed latch.
How else could one keep his treasures secured from the humans and other thievish folk, which had no bounds for personal property?
“Ah, here it is.” Dylirius declared preemptively, before pulling out the thick hardcover book, and opening it to reveal the exact page that he needed. Covered in crimson-inked text so minuscule, that it seemed impossible to read. Yet his single claw proceeded to tap against the written description that he began to read aloud. “Bouquet Black Earth Tongue. Undoubtedly named for its obsidian color and growth patterns resembling a bouquet. Its delicious buttery texture will melt on your tongue. So long as it has at least four white spots on the cap. But it’s safer not to actually swallow its stems...” He said, wasting no more time to put his book away and close the satchel.
Before Dylirius reached below and plucked one straight from the ground. Able to see its five spots on top, as he effortlessly inserted a single claw into the tender mushroom. Soon popping the cap into his slightly-ajar maw, and sucking on its unique savory flavor. As he continued to pick more and more delicacies to enjoy—the blissful demon had soon stuffed his maw full of mushrooms. With their stalks sticking out, and a river of drool dribbling down from the side of his chin. While failing to be concerned, or acknowledge however The Spore that Speaks was reacting to this. It was likely difficult to tell how much of this was a playful act. Sure. The minor swelling of the tongue, and excess production of saliva is another side effect of tasting it. But oh it's so worth it. Dylirius thought, with his tails gently swaying back and forth. And these will also be quite useful in my serum for suppressing someone else’s ravenous appetite. He concluded.
Not taking long to spit out the undissolved mushroom stalks and then bury them underneath a pawful of soil. As Dylirius nonchalantly looked over his shoulder and smiled at The Spore that Speaks. “Good evening, Spore. I must commend your excellent gardening skills, once again.” Dylirius praised, speaking in a fond tone. “And I mean it—a precious few can tend to such a delicate and deadly garden in the Everdark.” He appealed, while picking up his satchel and turning himself around. Trying to ‘butter up’ his acquaintance, since it was only natural for an alchemist to frequently meet the supplier of his ingredients…
@Dark Cloud Coffee in hand, and opening google docs as we speak. :P
Managed to reopen a cut on my fingertip at the theater. So now I'm typing with it bandaged. <.<'
Also, I enjoyed our introduction.
Managed to reopen a cut on my fingertip at the theater. So now I'm typing with it bandaged. <.<'
Also, I enjoyed our introduction.
I have no problem with collaborative world building.
And it's a giant underground dungeon, so there's plenty of room for creativity to fill in the gaps.
And it's a giant underground dungeon, so there's plenty of room for creativity to fill in the gaps.
My friend decided today was the day we'd go out to eat and see Spiderman. (Since he hasn't seen it yet.)
So I'll work on my post after that.
So I'll work on my post after that.
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