I Will Listen

Looking for a higher purpose?

~{The scorpion looks up, his stinging tail not even bothering to flick anymore.}~

And what… could you be suggesting?

A vessel teleports in front of the scorpion. It's much larger than the Hollow Knight.

"To remove our gods."

~{He stares, unresponsive for several moments.}~

…

You do not possess the power.

I may be without a purpose, but I do not desire my own death so fiercely, tall vessel.

~{His tone does not shift, it is monotonous and cynical. He doesn’t believe in their capabilities. Not yet.}~

"I do possess the power. I fought one and won. The only reason they survived is that I was stabbed in the back. Will you be part of my great plan, not to kill, but to render useless?"

~{He tilted his head slightly as he scanned the stranger’s overall posture for any tells of a lie.}~

It would enrage them… the higher beings are often a vengeful sort, tall vessel. What will you do then? When they lash out? When they find a way to… take a shred of your dignity? Your will?

~{He kept testing for answers. He wanted to know that this potential idea was being headed by a creature who had thought everything through.}~

~{His tail flicked with his suspicions, splashing up some water from a calm puddle that it rested inside.}~

The stranger's eyes lit up orange as it showed its mastery over Dream magic. Teleportation had the scorpion already seen. It summoned a whirling mass of Soul around one hand and a whip of Void from the other.

"I may not be more powerful than a god using their own powers, but I have mastery of many different ones I can combine. That makes me a threat."

Hm… A volatile sorcerer of sorts?

I’ve never had luck with anyone who’s twisted both Void and Soul, heightened vessel.

Life and the absence of it… wielded together?

That would indeed bring down those above us… but it would also threaten our own ruin… yes?

Or do you suggest that… you have total… control? A perfect balance?

~{He shifted as he moved to stand on his four legs, though he was still dwarfed by the vessel he was speaking with.}~

"Yes, little Scoripon. I am attuned to them both. I see your curiosity has been piqued. Seek me in Hallownest if you want. I can teach you a lot."

#scoripon #mystical stranger #highest falls #hallownest

Hm…Hallownest is a grand kingdom, I would know. Where in its vast reaches will I find you?

~{He pressed further, regrettably curious.}~

Looking for a higher purpose?

~{The scorpion looks up, his stinging tail not even bothering to flick anymore.}~

And what… could you be suggesting?

A vessel teleports in front of the scorpion. It's much larger than the Hollow Knight.

"To remove our gods."

~{He stares, unresponsive for several moments.}~

…

You do not possess the power.

I may be without a purpose, but I do not desire my own death so fiercely, tall vessel.

~{His tone does not shift, it is monotonous and cynical. He doesn’t believe in their capabilities. Not yet.}~

"I do possess the power. I fought one and won. The only reason they survived is that I was stabbed in the back. Will you be part of my great plan, not to kill, but to render useless?"

~{He tilted his head slightly as he scanned the stranger’s overall posture for any tells of a lie.}~

It would enrage them… the higher beings are often a vengeful sort, tall vessel. What will you do then? When they lash out? When they find a way to… take a shred of your dignity? Your will?

~{He kept testing for answers. He wanted to know that this potential idea was being headed by a creature who had thought everything through.}~

~{His tail flicked with his suspicions, splashing up some water from a calm puddle that it rested inside.}~

The stranger's eyes lit up orange as it showed its mastery over Dream magic. Teleportation had the scorpion already seen. It summoned a whirling mass of Soul around one hand and a whip of Void from the other.

"I may not be more powerful than a god using their own powers, but I have mastery of many different ones I can combine. That makes me a threat."

#scoripon #mystical stranger #highest falls

Hm… A volatile sorcerer of sorts?

I’ve never had luck with anyone who’s twisted both Void and Soul, heightened vessel.

Life and the absence of it… wielded together?

That would indeed bring down those above us… but it would also threaten our own ruin… yes?

Or do you suggest that… you have total… control? A perfect balance?

~{He shifted as he moved to stand on his four legs, though he was still dwarfed by the vessel he was speaking with.}~

Looking for a higher purpose?

~{The scorpion looks up, his stinging tail not even bothering to flick anymore.}~

And what… could you be suggesting?

A vessel teleports in front of the scorpion. It's much larger than the Hollow Knight.

"To remove our gods."

~{He stares, unresponsive for several moments.}~

…

You do not possess the power.

I may be without a purpose, but I do not desire my own death so fiercely, tall vessel.

~{His tone does not shift, it is monotonous and cynical. He doesn’t believe in their capabilities. Not yet.}~

"I do possess the power. I fought one and won. The only reason they survived is that I was stabbed in the back. Will you be part of my great plan, not to kill, but to render useless?"

#scoripon #mystical stranger #highest falls

~{He tilted his head slightly as he scanned the stranger’s overall posture for any tells of a lie.}~

It would enrage them… the higher beings are often a vengeful sort, tall vessel. What will you do then? When they lash out? When they find a way to… take a shred of your dignity? Your will?

~{He kept testing for answers. He wanted to know that this potential idea was being headed by a creature who had thought everything through.}~

~{His tail flicked with his suspicions, splashing up some water from a calm puddle that it rested inside.}~

(I accidentally left the Pharloomblr Discord a while back when I was leaving a bunch of servers that I wasn’t visiting. I cried and gave up, but I’d like to rejoin things :’) )

#ooc #ooc post #chaos chatters

Looking for a higher purpose?

~{The scorpion looks up, his stinging tail not even bothering to flick anymore.}~

And what… could you be suggesting?

A vessel teleports in front of the scorpion. It's much larger than the Hollow Knight.

"To remove our gods."

#scoripon #mystical stranger #highest falls

~{He stares, unresponsive for several moments.}~

…

You do not possess the power.

I may be without a purpose, but I do not desire my own death so fiercely, tall vessel.

~{His tone does not shift, it is monotonous and cynical. He doesn’t believe in their capabilities. Not yet.}~

Looking for a higher purpose?

~{The scorpion looks up, his stinging tail not even bothering to flick anymore.}~

And what… could you be suggesting?

#scoripon #ask answered #higher sights

human-of-hallownest-official

I mean, like, how'd y'all acquire phones? Seems so weird how ALL of you are on this app.

Someone gave a phone to me

I found a phone somewhere

I'm a Tumblr-compatible machine

Other (specify in comments/reblogs)

Voting ended onApr 26

#pharloomblr #phones in pharloomblr #scoripon

I found it during my days roaming the Edge…

…Rachnis says his was gifted to him by a higher being…?

Arachnis? No idea who that is…

Scoripon. Where have you been?

In Shellwood…

Rachnis has been with me.

…

I haven’t really gone anywhere.

…I’m still in Pharloom.

I’m still by this pond…

I make for one lousy scorpion.

#scoripon #ask answered #two nests #a lost soul

…

What am I?

You are a bug, a scorpion to be exact.

This is what you ask, yes?

#two nests #songmaster rachnis

…

I don’t know.

…

What am I?

#scoripon #pharloomblr #a mind left numb

~{A long silence finally ends with another’s footsteps approaching. Scoripon still stars into the waters, before he realizes that he is no longer the only scorpion visible in its reflection. He stiffens.}~

“I was unaware that another one of my kind existed outside of the Nest of Song. Who are you, might I ask?” Rachnis began, his voice gentle and soothing like the strums of a harp. He seemed to share some features with weavers, not unfathomable.

He watched the other scorpion look him over.

“…I am Scoripon. A bug with a hollow will. Pay no mind to me, for I am equivalent to nonexistence. I take it, by the look of your cloak, that you are a Songmaster?”

“Indeed I am. I am Songmaster Rachnis, devout to the Pale Wanderer Arachnis,” he smiled with a polite bow of his head. Then he tilted it, his voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Though I must inquire about the state of your wellbeing. While you are physically capable, you carry the weariness of the pilgrims that stop at my cavern during their climb. Is this a mental ailment, a spiritual starvation of sorts?”

“Hm… I forgot that our people were once of a religion. It has long left its marks upon my shell though. That odd desire to offer servitude will never leave me.”

~{He falls silent once more, lost in his thoughts and his reflection again.}~

He frowned and sat next to the solemn scorpion. It was silent for a long time before he began to string his tail and prepare to play his most preferred instrument, the harp.

He began to strum after testing the chords, the music echoing through Shellwood.

#two nests

~{A long silence finally ends with another’s footsteps approaching. Scoripon still stars into the waters, before he realizes that he is no longer the only scorpion visible in its reflection. He stiffens.}~

“I was unaware that another one of my kind existed outside of the Nest of Song. Who are you, might I ask?” Rachnis began, his voice gentle and soothing like the strums of a harp. He seemed to share some features with weavers, not unfathomable.

He watched the other scorpion look him over.

“…I am Scoripon. A bug with a hollow will. Pay no mind to me, for I am equivalent to nonexistence. I take it, by the look of your cloak, that you are a Songmaster?”

“Indeed I am. I am Songmaster Rachnis, devout to the Pale Wanderer Arachnis,” he smiled with a polite bow of his head. Then he tilted it, his voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Though I must inquire about the state of your wellbeing. While you are physically capable, you carry the weariness of the pilgrims that stop at my cavern during their climb. Is this a mental ailment, a spiritual starvation of sorts?”

#ooc post #chaos chats #scoripon #thehollowmite

“Hm… I forgot that our people were once of a religion. It has long left its marks upon my shell though. That odd desire to offer servitude will never leave me.”

~{He falls silent once more, lost in his thoughts and his reflection again.}~

HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ALIVE???

((Indeed))

((I have my motivation back))

((I have gotten sick so much that I am officially immunocompromised tho, lol))

((Scori is not okay in mental department tho.))

~{A long silence finally ends with another’s footsteps approaching. Scoripon still stars into the waters, before he realizes that he is no longer the only scorpion visible in its reflection. He stiffens.}~

“I was unaware that another one of my kind existed outside of the Nest of Song. Who are you, might I ask?” Rachnis began, his voice gentle and soothing like the strums of a harp. He seemed to share some features with weavers, not unfathomable.

He watched the other scorpion look him over.