How Grand A Stage

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

“I’d not asked for a history lesson, but thank you for providing me what I’ll need should I wish to harvest more flames from you.” Grimm retorts, and offers a sarcastic bow.

“You may bow to the Wyrm, moth, but your maker has her eyes on every last one of you. This kingdom was doomed to fail the moment the Wyrm burrowed his way into it and declared himself god-king of this land. I’d support him over my dear sister any day, but your considered savior is anything but. He is a jester in a crown, at best.” Grimm sneers, and begins to back away. “Don’t fret so much about how people see you, and what that may remind you of. In the end it’s a fruitless endeavor.”

Luiren growled but he looked away, hating to admit that he did have a point. Though he was not about to abandon his king, not after all he had done for.him.

" as long as my family is safe, I will lay down my life if it means they can have theirs" he said softly looking at his mask.

“Such is the way of sacrifice.” Grimm muses, pulling his cloak tight around himself. How funny it is, watching bugs worship a god that’s setting himself up for failure. Grimm knows the King’s plan, and he doesn’t need foresight to know it will fail. The Pale King underestimates many things, in Grimm’s opinion.

“Keep your loved ones close while you still can, Watcher... once you rest, there will be no seeing them again.”

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

“I’d not asked for a history lesson, but thank you for providing me what I’ll need should I wish to harvest more flames from you.” Grimm retorts, and offers a sarcastic bow.

“You may bow to the Wyrm, moth, but your maker has her eyes on every last one of you. This kingdom was doomed to fail the moment the Wyrm burrowed his way into it and declared himself god-king of this land. I’d support him over my dear sister any day, but your considered savior is anything but. He is a jester in a crown, at best.” Grimm sneers, and begins to back away. “Don’t fret so much about how people see you, and what that may remind you of. In the end it’s a fruitless endeavor.”

#ic #ftf #lurienandco

I have like 3 different backstory ideas for Grimm helpo

#ooc

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

Grimm gives a slight shrug, and with a wave of his hand the scarlet flames disappear. “Do I find joy in being cruel? Well... yes, somewhat, but I have mouths to feed. A family of my own, if you will.” Grimm replies.

“I don’t kill unnecessarily, if that’s what you’re getting at. I frighten, I feed, I move on. A cycle.”

The watcher then decide to do something he had never done before Infront of s stranger, he reached up and took off his mask.

He was shown to be a old grey and brown moth, his antenna were fluffy. But that was not what was most alarming, it was the large scale that ran across his face. It had only one eye, the other lost to the scar that ended at his mouth.

" I have experienced fear in my life, and seen those who took pure enjoy in the suffering of others. " He was glaring at him, he did not know what made him take his mask off.

Though the reveal is dramatic, Grimm finds himself less than moved by the gesture. His eyes narrow. He has no mask to remove, but he too has scars to bear. He’s seen far more damaged faces, he’s seen bugs far more furious with him, and he’s fine with as much.

“An old moth with a scarred face... not so different from myself, but less proud to bear it.” Grimm muses, and once again he circles the Watcher like one would stalk prey. “Why is that, Lurien? Do you fear what others will think of your true face? Do you fear the questions they may ask? Is it shame of your ties to the tribe our dear Wyrm turned from that Radiant light that had sheltered them for so long?”

These questions are both an attempt to garner more fear, and genuine curiosity. Living moths are growing rarer still, and Grimm for one relishes watching his sister’s tribe fade one by one. He’ll not be the direct cause, but he wants to see them gone altogether.

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

Grimm gives a slight shrug, and with a wave of his hand the scarlet flames disappear. “Do I find joy in being cruel? Well... yes, somewhat, but I have mouths to feed. A family of my own, if you will.” Grimm replies.

“I don’t kill unnecessarily, if that’s what you’re getting at. I frighten, I feed, I move on. A cycle.”

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

Grimm extends a hand, and scarlet embers gather into a flame that dances across the Nightmare King’s fingertips. He seems satisfied with himself. He knows well bringing up the trauma of another is cruel, but he’ll do anything it takes to keep the Heart fed. A happy Heart is a happy Troupe, after all.

“Such a big flame from someone so small... terrified by the idea of being perceived beyond your title and the wear that comes with it. Consider me impressed, Lurien. May you find ease with your past, hm?”

#ic #ftf #lurienandco

Huuhohoho Im making Grimm backstory

#ooc

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

“You wouldn’t know the meaning of class if it drained every last drop of blood from your body.” He laughs, eyeing the tattered wings and the scars. He’s not the type to mock someone for appearance, but he’s certain they have all sorts of fears tied to them.

A tiny red flame gathers in Grimm’s hand from the Maskfly’s fear. He curls his claws around it, and then it’s gone. It’s so fun to have little class, sometimes. Keeping up the prim and proper behavior around others is such a pain. Sometimes he just needs to let loose and have fun. It’s not like anyone would believe he would be anything less than proper.

Lurien glared at them, he was annoyed now. Not only had they managed to scare him again. But they also scared off his daughters pet and followed him home...he just hoped he had not seen his secrets, the only ones that knew of what Lurien was and what happened to him was the other dreamers and the pale King. Even his own butler did not know the whole story, and he sure as heck would not allow his daughter to find out.

" must you torment me so? Surly there are easy targets elsewhere for you to annoy" glaring

“You are an easy target, you stubborn fool.” Grimm laughs a little. He has seen what’s under Lurien’s cloak, and while he won’t mock Lurien’s appearance itself... he’s found something good to work with.

“You may want to keep that cloak of yours secured, lest anyone begin to ask questions.”

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

“You wouldn’t know the meaning of class if it drained every last drop of blood from your body.” He laughs, eyeing the tattered wings and the scars. He’s not the type to mock someone for appearance, but he’s certain they have all sorts of fears tied to them.

A tiny red flame gathers in Grimm’s hand from the Maskfly’s fear. He curls his claws around it, and then it’s gone. It’s so fun to have little class, sometimes. Keeping up the prim and proper behavior around others is such a pain. Sometimes he just needs to let loose and have fun. It’s not like anyone would believe he would be anything less than proper.

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“Divine?” Comes the Troupe Master’s voice just outside the tent. As always, his voice rasps, but it seems to bear no hostility nor aggression. Rather... concern.

“I’m making rounds before I depart to feed, but things have felt off around the Troupe grounds as of late. May I enter?” He asks, but anyone that knows Grimm would know he’ll enter regardless if he believes he has good reason. Concern for a troupemate is always good reason in Grimm’s eyes.

“I’d noticed as much... if you wish them called off, I’ll do so.” Grimm nods, and bows to her. “Let me know if you need anything at all.”

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“Don’t worry about it. I rarely get company in my tent so the change of pace is nice.”

#divine-charmkeeper #ic #ftf

“Then I’ll leave you to it.” Grimm flicks one ear, and backs to the entry. He believes he’s done here, unless Divine seeks anything else before he goes.

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“Divine?” Comes the Troupe Master’s voice just outside the tent. As always, his voice rasps, but it seems to bear no hostility nor aggression. Rather... concern.

“I’m making rounds before I depart to feed, but things have felt off around the Troupe grounds as of late. May I enter?” He asks, but anyone that knows Grimm would know he’ll enter regardless if he believes he has good reason. Concern for a troupemate is always good reason in Grimm’s eyes.

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“I’d noticed as much... if you wish them called off, I’ll do so.” Grimm nods, and bows to her. “Let me know if you need anything at all.”

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“Divine?” Comes the Troupe Master’s voice just outside the tent. As always, his voice rasps, but it seems to bear no hostility nor aggression. Rather... concern.

“I’m making rounds before I depart to feed, but things have felt off around the Troupe grounds as of late. May I enter?” He asks, but anyone that knows Grimm would know he’ll enter regardless if he believes he has good reason. Concern for a troupemate is always good reason in Grimm’s eyes.

Grimm stiffens a little with surprise at being hugged. He can’t recall the last time someone was bold enough to outright hug him. When he returns the gesture his movements are slow, and awkward, though he does want to return the feeling behind it. “Of course, Divine... I take my role looking after the lot of you very seriously.”

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"I know you do, Master Grimm. I have never once had disbelief in you." She may have feared him once or twice but that isn't the same.

#divine-charmkeeper #ic #ftf

“I would hope not,” Grimm replies with a poorly-stifled chuckle as he steps back and lets his cloak fall shut around him again. “Is there anything I can fetch for you? There’s blankets the child no longer needs, if you wish to take them for your own use.”

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

In the dark, Grimm watches Lurien go. He follows in shadow, interested in tracking the Watcher’s path.

Just before Lurien can reach the Spire, there’s the rush of wind under wings, and a searing warmth that hints at the presence of fire. But nothing is said.

Instead, Grimm opens his cloak as if it’s a set of bat wings and lets out an ear-splitting shriek, for the sole purpose of startling Lurien enough to produce a hearty Nightmare Flame.

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“Divine?” Comes the Troupe Master’s voice just outside the tent. As always, his voice rasps, but it seems to bear no hostility nor aggression. Rather... concern.

“I’m making rounds before I depart to feed, but things have felt off around the Troupe grounds as of late. May I enter?” He asks, but anyone that knows Grimm would know he’ll enter regardless if he believes he has good reason. Concern for a troupemate is always good reason in Grimm’s eyes.

#divine-charmkeeper #ic #ftf

Grimm stiffens a little with surprise at being hugged. He can’t recall the last time someone was bold enough to outright hug him. When he returns the gesture his movements are slow, and awkward, though he does want to return the feeling behind it. “Of course, Divine... I take my role looking after the lot of you very seriously.”

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Rare is the occurrence Grimm goes far from the Troupe’s tents, and yet he finds himself arriving deep within Hallownest in a burst of brilliant red flame. Always one for the dramatics.

When the flame has dispersed Grimm persists farther along the worn path, red eyes bright in the dark. What he’s there for is anyone’s guess, but the glare is bound to attract attention.

Grimm can’t help but laugh. Witnessing the Watcher, one of the Wyrm’s chosen, flounder like this is just too good. He has no intent of bringing physical harm to anyone, but Grimm will put on as much of a show as needed to feed the Heart.

“Even the maskflies pick on you.” He snickers. “You sorry, sodden thing, you. There must be someone looking for you to ensure your own misery hasn’t stricken you dead out here. Is that it? Do you... have others? Surely even the Watcher has bugs he holds dear. Best go make sure they’re safe, hm?”

Lurien sighed gently taking the maskfly off his head and letting it rest on his arm, glaring at Grimm more as he straighten up.

" that is none of your business, now be on your way and leave me be" he gave a growl wanting to get far away from the nightmare master

“You’re in no place to command me.” Grimm’s amusement quickly fades, and he bares white fangs in a replused hiss. His eyes narrow, and he backs away. “But very well, I’ve had my fill of fun. I’ll find easier flames.”

This is a lie, but Grimm has other ideas in mind. He backs away into the shadows until all that’s visible are his red eyes. He blinks, and then it appears he’s gone.