#troupebat

[voidhxxrt-blog]

@troupebat​

the dancer of the sacrificial flame. a memory does stir, one vivid in the harsh glow of ethereal fire, tempered by its otherworldly heat. troupe master grimm, summoned by the knight’s own call, then succinctly banished from the ruined kingdom.

an executioner they may be, but a judge they are not.

regardless, the crime is not forgotten, and their pathetic weapon is drawn despite its significant uselessness. no further movement is made from the vessel, rather than raising the weapon toward the towering figure the troupe master cuts in the shadows cast by moonlight. perhaps as expected, they do not speak.

still, their weapon stays. what say you, grimm?

[taste-my-bomb-blog]

@troupebat

This place was just as weird as Citta, although for different reasons. Many of the people here were like ghosts- only slightly within reality. Plague knew the feeling of being between planes, with a spell they used quite often back at home in Pridemoore to watch people in secret. However, nothing would've prepared them for a... 7 foot bat...bug...person?

The alchemist merely stared up at him for a moment, almost falling backwards as they tried to search for a face on the tall, cloaked figure. They were a little nervous about speaking up, only managing to let out a squeak.

“...Mrp!!”

[hyper-light]

2 word prompt: shattered glass!

// Chain-dashing proved as effective during a downpour as it had been on sunny days. For today’s session of training, the Drifter had sought uneven terrain in the ruins of some nondescript building. Conditions would not always be favorable to when this ability found its need.

They minimized contact with the ground to prioritize speed, but by no means did it make their strength any less required. Each time their boots landed on concrete, the resulting splash appeared like shattered glass, droplets splaying out fiercely.

Then the Drifter would be off to the next chunk of rubble, multi-colored shadows of them following behind.Of course, when these false silhouettes repeated the step, they left behind no physical mark, much less a splash–mere phantoms of motion.

Their flow became disrupted after noticing strange movement nearby and a pair of glowing eyes a full foot taller than the Drifter’s standing height–a foe, perhaps? Shadows of the Drifter crashed into their form, disappearing upon impact.The hard-light blade is summoned, the swordsman whirling to brandish their blade toward the intruder, who was barely sheltered by the metal supports of a building.

[isolaradiale]

without prior reserve, i'd like to debut troupe master grimm from hollow knight if i've not been beaten to the punch! app can be found under /app or link 02.

Welcome to scenic Radiale, Master Grimm!

You’ll be housed in APARTMENT 344!

You’ll be able to teleport 5 times a day!

Youll be given your charm as a necklace!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra