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@sculkhorde-npc-grian
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((THIS IS A GIMMICK AU ROLEPLAY BLOG
This blog is run by the same person who runs the @ask-npc-grian blog, therefore a lot of the lore crosses over, but they are separate.
I am not affiliated with Grian in any way!
More info under the cut!
This man has a logic fetish.
He can't stop comin' to conclusions.
Giggles
( @kessak-flores )
🐐
???
Who???
You,mister.
🐐
Phff
You're absurd.
I am funny and right
You know it
🐐
Yea yeah, you are. You're funny and I love you
This man has a logic fetish.
He can't stop comin' to conclusions.
Giggles
( @kessak-flores )
🐐
???
Who???
You,mister.
🐐
Phff
You're absurd.
This man has a logic fetish.
He can't stop comin' to conclusions.
Giggles
( @kessak-flores )
🐐
???
Who???
Mlem
( @kessak-flores )
Hello! Hi! Hello!
Hello child. :)
Hello! :D
Do you want me to get you Doc? You both seem close.
That would very sweet of you
Okay!
[Cue running off, after a moment followed by the sounds of hoves.]
🐐
Ah! Kessak.
Hello my love ^^
🐐
Hello licht meines lebens.
Wie geht es den Babys?
🐐
Oh! Heh, they're taking a nap. They had a very exciting day being carried by me as I went about my day. Absolutely wore them out.
Mlem
( @kessak-flores )
Hello! Hi! Hello!
Hello child. :)
Hello! :D
Do you want me to get you Doc? You both seem close.
That would very sweet of you
Okay!
[Cue running off, after a moment followed by the sounds of hoves.]
🐐
Ah! Kessak.
Hello my love ^^
🐐
Hello licht meines lebens.
Mlem
( @kessak-flores )
Hello! Hi! Hello!
Hello child. :)
Hello! :D
Do you want me to get you Doc? You both seem close.
That would very sweet of you
Okay!
[Cue running off, after a moment followed by the sounds of hoves.]
🐐
Ah! Kessak.
Mlem
( @kessak-flores )
Hello! Hi! Hello!
Hello child. :)
Hello! :D
Do you want me to get you Doc? You both seem close.
Mlem
( @kessak-flores )
Hello! Hi! Hello!
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🧊
Kid.
Ya weren't brought from somewhere. They just regressed the you that was already here.
🦜
... huh.
*Grian glances around.*
You know that explains the little... house... cottage... thing I started in.
🧊
So you saw yer kids?
*Crosses his arms.*
🦜
I... kinda? I was running before I could process much.
I have kids? Ugh... I don't like what that implies...
🧊
All adopted,don't you worry.
And that's not mentioning the Hive.
🦜
Good. Good.
What, like, a beehive? I dont think a bee can survive in... all this.
🧊
You'd be surprised.
But no i mean a beehive as in a shared mind.
🦜
Oh yeah! Like that one book that spoke to me. The Necrinomicon. I guess technically it wasn't a hivemind, but it was really good at persuasion.
What all is... out here? I've seen a forest and cottage, and this wasteland. But not much else. If this is the future thats... pretty depressing.
🧊
Well there's New Eden,where yer cottage is,Neo Genesis,Boatem etc...
🦜
Neo Genesis? Where's that? That sounds cool.
🧊
I can get ya there.
🦜
Yeah please do that I am so lost.
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🧊
Kid.
Ya weren't brought from somewhere. They just regressed the you that was already here.
🦜
... huh.
*Grian glances around.*
You know that explains the little... house... cottage... thing I started in.
🧊
So you saw yer kids?
*Crosses his arms.*
🦜
I... kinda? I was running before I could process much.
I have kids? Ugh... I don't like what that implies...
🧊
All adopted,don't you worry.
And that's not mentioning the Hive.
🦜
Good. Good.
What, like, a beehive? I dont think a bee can survive in... all this.
🧊
You'd be surprised.
But no i mean a beehive as in a shared mind.
🦜
Oh yeah! Like that one book that spoke to me. The Necrinomicon. I guess technically it wasn't a hivemind, but it was really good at persuasion.
What all is... out here? I've seen a forest and cottage, and this wasteland. But not much else. If this is the future thats... pretty depressing.
🧊
Well there's New Eden,where yer cottage is,Neo Genesis,Boatem etc...
🦜
Neo Genesis? Where's that? That sounds cool.
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🧊
Kid.
Ya weren't brought from somewhere. They just regressed the you that was already here.
🦜
... huh.
*Grian glances around.*
You know that explains the little... house... cottage... thing I started in.
🧊
So you saw yer kids?
*Crosses his arms.*
🦜
I... kinda? I was running before I could process much.
I have kids? Ugh... I don't like what that implies...
🧊
All adopted,don't you worry.
And that's not mentioning the Hive.
🦜
Good. Good.
What, like, a beehive? I dont think a bee can survive in... all this.
🧊
You'd be surprised.
But no i mean a beehive as in a shared mind.
🦜
Oh yeah! Like that one book that spoke to me. The Necrinomicon. I guess technically it wasn't a hivemind, but it was really good at persuasion.
What all is... out here? I've seen a forest and cottage, and this wasteland. But not much else. If this is the future thats... pretty depressing.
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🧊
Kid.
Ya weren't brought from somewhere. They just regressed the you that was already here.
🦜
... huh.
*Grian glances around.*
You know that explains the little... house... cottage... thing I started in.
🧊
So you saw yer kids?
*Crosses his arms.*
🦜
I... kinda? I was running before I could process much.
I have kids? Ugh... I don't like what that implies...
🧊
All adopted,don't you worry.
And that's not mentioning the Hive.
🦜
Good. Good.
What, like, a beehive? I dont think a bee can survive in... all this.
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🧊
Kid.
Ya weren't brought from somewhere. They just regressed the you that was already here.
🦜
... huh.
*Grian glances around.*
You know that explains the little... house... cottage... thing I started in.
🧊
So you saw yer kids?
*Crosses his arms.*
🦜
I... kinda? I was running before I could process much.
I have kids? Ugh... I don't like what that implies...
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🧊
Kid.
Ya weren't brought from somewhere. They just regressed the you that was already here.
🦜
... huh.
*Grian glances around.*
You know that explains the little... house... cottage... thing I started in.
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
🧊
Danm,millenia ago.
No wonder you don't remember me.
You haven't seen your kids yet,right? Since you don't remember much. Or this place.
🦜
... so. I'm in the future, is what you're telling me. Great. Just my luck.
*Grian starts to pace.*
Whatever entitiy did this could have at least had thr decency to give me a heads up before. Like the others. Or let my friends come with me.
🦜
*There is a... strange, yet familiar figure in the sculk wastelands. A young man. Who looks eerily familiar, dirty blond hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. But no wings. No mycelium. And no sculk.*
I am... so confused...
🧊
*A little floating eye approaches them rapidly,almost bumping into his face.*
Spore?
*The voice is distant and echoey.*
🦜
*He jumps back, nearly tripping and falling. This is... this is fine. He's seen weirder.*
Uhm... no? Uh. Yeah, no.
*He glances around, trying to find the source. Hes not scared. He has a pistol on him he can use if it comes down to it, but he hopes it won't.*
🧊
Uh. Yeah. It's you.
Why are you tiny.
*The eye circles around him.*
🦜
Uh. No. I'm Grian.
*He sets his hands on his hips, glareing at the eye.*
I'm not tiny. Why are you creepy and weird?
🧊
Yeah i know your name. Did you lost your memories?
Your wings are different.
🦜
Not as far as I'm aware?
What wings?? I'm not a hybrid.
Who even are you? Im not scared of you.
🧊
I never said you should.
*Materializes slowly and leans,towering over Grian.*
Ah. This is much better.
🦜
*Grian takes several steps back, not thrilled with the height difference. At the very least not wanting to look up.*
You- you never answered my question. Who are you?
*Though he wants to ask an additional what are you, he knows that may not be wise.*
🧊
You really don't remember me.
Geez,how many years were you set back?
*Straightens up and pats down her clothes.*
I'm Kessak. We're very good friends,consideration family even.
🦜
Last I remember I was...
*Quick lie, he needs a quick lie.*
I was walking home from school. And now I'm here. I don't know what to tell you, Kessak. I don't know you.
