Credits to my man Finn and his grandboy's pet (im not a pet 3:<) Pretzel for helping me work this out!
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Figured if my niece could be on here, it'd be fun to talk to her besides a one use a day conchshell! You may have heard of me from the Black Rose Pirates (or that one chapter of Finn's book, whoops), but it's your old man Drey! I normally use he/they/it, but at this point I'm not one to be picky.
I've been told also about some person called @lesbianchipbastard? They wanted me to check them out, are you trying to impersonate chip? wait is that me on that profi-
hey guys. this is my 5th fucking rp blog. @s0lar-ch3ri hello me STOP YOUR CRAZY SLASH POS
before we get into tags, this will absolutely have spoilers for riptide! im not gonna be the best at playing drey, but i can certainly try! i forgot to mention this, ooc i love he/she/it but will tolerate others (please give me neos id love to experiment lol)
#sureshots - asks
#differently aimed target - ooc
#a ferins fire - in character
#together we fly our flag - interactions
#milfs perchance - the weird midground of ooc and in character (did this to shame a friend)
#certainly a hotshot - made this to bully a friend, why not give them a fun tag :D
#beast time to type - pretzels helping out drey (retired and no longer used)
#finn-er winner - finns typing for drey (retired and no longer used)
i think i'm losing it, i just saw a horse shape in the water, and i think it looked at me? felt way too weird to be an actual thing down there, unless... maybe i should ask finn about that sort of thing
yknow, it's a little weird, but i've started to get back into trying to not being reliant on my arms despite being able to use them again? it's weird, haha
i.. I think the kid n I may be gettin' sick, atleast coming down with.. somethin'? our princess hasn't left the bathroom at all, and I'm not doin so hot myself.. I don't want you gettin' sick, but.. I cant do all this alone, not right now.
i.. I think the kid n I may be gettin' sick, atleast coming down with.. somethin'? our princess hasn't left the bathroom at all, and I'm not doin so hot myself.. I don't want you gettin' sick, but.. I cant do all this alone, not right now.
[go down with your shipwreck, eagles eye. nobody that mattered is left to watch you, its all of us instead.]
*for arlin. for finn. for chip. for the black rose pirates.*
*a gun smokes somewhere below the sea, and a shot was taken with its deadly aim.*
*drey never forgot the eyes on his back. they just were all way too here now. hes almost lost to this what should be a memory, but feels nothing more than a repeating event, over and over hes at the end of barrel. over and over he takes the shot.*
*hes long gone now. maybe the waves could see him better. drey, or whats left, sets off to see the waves.*
[your where you belong. you have all you need to remember. you fail your family but not your name, you live to the sureshot, you live to the deadly blow of the ferins.]
*down with a ship he painfully remembers. stuck in a memory- no, event, that he knows from now hell never get the freedom to forget. he swallows back sobs hell choke on below and wipes tears that can burn his cheeks later.*
[call me friend call me nothing but above all call me familiar. welcome back to the black rose, welcome in your final good shot.]
*his mind fights between what he knows and what he wants. one step back and rose is in front of him, moves his arms and its all metal again. his throat hurts as he coughs yet another round of the ichor to the floor. he grasps for breath that escapes his lungs quicky, as if hes trying to tread water with them. his eyes blur as a glow comes from his other eye. he raises the eye patch up. you need both eyes to see the target. drey just cant fully tell which hes back at.*
[cant you return home drey ferin. cant we go down with the ship. its how this would end anyways and we all know it.]
*his visions darker now. hes not at his home with his husband. he doesnt even have one any more, not right now. he holds his finger on the trigger, ready to let the bullet fly from the barrel. his hand shakes. its his hand. its not even the metal he knew now. he shuts his eyes. it cant be real but nothing could be more sensible by comparison. he tries to retain himself for a bit longer.*
I- I MADE IT OUT! I FUCKING GOT OUT, AND- AND YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME BACK!
