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In the silent clearing stands a tall figure, facing the horizon beyond. Her faraway look obscured by tinted shades and a wide brimmed hat. Still human, remaining on the spire.
// ,,,hi i guess this is happening now. a King rp blog, from Great God Grove. Semi-serious maybe?? id just be saying things here. will tag spoilers as well, given that King herself is a spoilery character anyway
i have zero lunacy left
[of course the only other king blog I can find so far also likes isat skdjfujciskjsnxj]
- @the-cooler-king-official (OOC)
// :o yeah i do like isat hello ;;
favorite word?
it's a disappointing answer, to be sure, but i can't say i'm fond of any particular word.
and here king remained at the spire's peak, with little else to do by herself except look at the gigantic rift in the sky, almost threatening to pull her in, with how close she is to it.
it probably won't be long now, she thinks. wondering if the other gods will do something about the rift, and about her. the blame of each letter sent to the gods was pinned on her, after all.
▷ The Spire takes quite a long time to ascend, but ascend it Inspekta does. Now he arrives at its peak, from behind King. For a moment, he simply stares down at her. His size had increased quite a lot from his normal, now that he was here where no-one else could see him.
▷ In a way, he both relished and feared this moment. Talking to King, the person he'd looked up to before all this. And yet, she was the perfect scapegoat, the only person he could frame for everything he and Capochin had done together, to drive all the gods apart and pave the path for himself. Finally, he spoke.
Come here often, King?
the shadow that inspekta's form cast over her was hard to miss, in truth. but even so, she still doesn't turn to look at him, acknowledging him, and instead focused on the widening rift.
"...no," she says, finally, and hopes her tone gives away how resentful she was. "but i think i've seen enough to not want to come back after a while."
... Eh, yeah, nawt eggs-act-lee what I'd call prime vacay material. I hear tha Cove is still nice dis time'a year. Down south enough dat it don't snow much. And hey, yew'll be able to visit real soon.
▷ The noodly god of leadership's grin widens maliciously behind her back as he coils tighter around the Spire's width like a boa constrictor.
That is... if Missy's followahs are gonna four-give ya after all'a dis, but maybe I can put in a good word if yew do a public uh-paw-low-gee...
"and why should i do that?" she turns, facing the towering god of leadership, grin and all. "forgiveness or not, i'm certainly not going to apologize for something i didn't do."
king utters the next words in a whisper. "even if no one else knows that."
▷ Spek's hands grip the top of the tower harder as his eyes meet King's. His have become oddly-colored after his descent into madness, full of desperation. Simultaneously, he wanted to crush her spirits and be forgiven by her, two very opposing things. But it was too late to back down now, wasn't it?
Fine then! Maybe da Drain will take yew. Den you'll find out how it feels ta be an outcast. Hated by everyone who ain't like yew.
▷ One of his hands balls up into a fist and pounds the Spire.
Just like dese two-faced people from tha Grove treated me 'n my bizzies.
the floor beneath her shook as Inspekta pounds it, the force of it is enough to startle her. the bravado she's putting on at the moment really isn't doing her any favors, but even so, she continued. "sure. is that what you wanted from me?"
"to drive the gods apart and pinning the conflict on me, just so i understand what you feel?" and yet she still felt the need to question him. it's possible the waiting she's had to do up at the summit has gotten to her a bit.
and here king remained at the spire's peak, with little else to do by herself except look at the gigantic rift in the sky, almost threatening to pull her in, with how close she is to it.
it probably won't be long now, she thinks. wondering if the other gods will do something about the rift, and about her. the blame of each letter sent to the gods was pinned on her, after all.
▷ The Spire takes quite a long time to ascend, but ascend it Inspekta does. Now he arrives at its peak, from behind King. For a moment, he simply stares down at her. His size had increased quite a lot from his normal, now that he was here where no-one else could see him.
▷ In a way, he both relished and feared this moment. Talking to King, the person he'd looked up to before all this. And yet, she was the perfect scapegoat, the only person he could frame for everything he and Capochin had done together, to drive all the gods apart and pave the path for himself. Finally, he spoke.
Come here often, King?
the shadow that inspekta's form cast over her was hard to miss, in truth. but even so, she still doesn't turn to look at him, acknowledging him, and instead focused on the widening rift.
"...no," she says, finally, and hopes her tone gives away how resentful she was. "but i think i've seen enough to not want to come back after a while."
... Eh, yeah, nawt eggs-act-lee what I'd call prime vacay material. I hear tha Cove is still nice dis time'a year. Down south enough dat it don't snow much. And hey, yew'll be able to visit real soon.
▷ The noodly god of leadership's grin widens maliciously behind her back as he coils tighter around the Spire's width like a boa constrictor.
That is... if Missy's followahs are gonna four-give ya after all'a dis, but maybe I can put in a good word if yew do a public uh-paw-low-gee...
"and why should i do that?" she turns, facing the towering god of leadership, grin and all. "forgiveness or not, i'm certainly not going to apologize for something i didn't do."
king utters the next words in a whisper. "even if no one else knows that."
and here king remained at the spire's peak, with little else to do by herself except look at the gigantic rift in the sky, almost threatening to pull her in, with how close she is to it.
it probably won't be long now, she thinks. wondering if the other gods will do something about the rift, and about her. the blame of each letter sent to the gods was pinned on her, after all.
▷ The Spire takes quite a long time to ascend, but ascend it Inspekta does. Now he arrives at its peak, from behind King. For a moment, he simply stares down at her. His size had increased quite a lot from his normal, now that he was here where no-one else could see him.
▷ In a way, he both relished and feared this moment. Talking to King, the person he'd looked up to before all this. And yet, she was the perfect scapegoat, the only person he could frame for everything he and Capochin had done together, to drive all the gods apart and pave the path for himself. Finally, he spoke.
Come here often, King?
the shadow that inspekta's form cast over her was hard to miss, in truth. but even so, she still doesn't turn to look at him, acknowledging him, and instead focused on the widening rift.
"...no," she says, finally, and hopes her tone gives away how resentful she was. "but i think i've seen enough to not want to come back after a while."
and here king remained at the spire's peak, with little else to do by herself except look at the gigantic rift in the sky, almost threatening to pull her in, with how close she is to it.
it probably won't be long now, she thinks. wondering if the other gods will do something about the rift, and about her. the blame of each letter sent to the gods was pinned on her, after all.
dawwww!! well,you can’t blame me for trying!!!!
i won't play your games
hi,king! can i have your pronouns?
mine are he/him!
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...no you can't, but i'll have you know that i prefer using she/they pronouns.
?? What preparations. What's going on
i'd say merry christmas, but... I'm not sure if we even celebrate that in the Grove.
hey king its been a while since anyones heard from yew how are yew doing? @e-da-best-bizzy-boy
...i'd say i'm fine, but i don't particularly enjoy being blamed for things i didn't do, and being put in a position where i can't defend myself, either.
Did you know Inspekta has some propoganda poster somewhere wearing a burger king crown?? I think he's jealous of your Cool Hat
is that so? his own hat seems to suit him just fine, though.
THERE’S A BOMB STRAPPED TO MY CHEST
Community choice for the outcome of the Rift Festival, this blog's first major event [finishing on/around 01/02/2025]
Good Ending
Chaos Ending
Bad Ending
//this will be my temporary pinned until the poll finishes for the maximum amount of engagement. here is my normal/actual pinned
//when it comes to roleplayers who roleplay in the public eye like I am with this blog, I think it's important to recognize oneself as not only a hobbyist but an entertainer too, like those thespians from HobbyHoo. as such, giving not only the roleplayers but anyone passively reading/watching the 'show' an active choice seems like a good idea!
//I won't be describing the endings since I want to keep it a surprise and their exact nature isn't set in stone until we start acting it out, but you can assume the good ending will be somewhat similar to how it is in the game proper at least. also, to some degree, this is just swaying the vote in one direction. the characters and their interactions can change my personal sway too, based on how i think spekta would feel. tl;dr: the combination of popular choice and character actions will culminate in the actual outcome.
...There's some people lingering around, of late. Wonder why.
