VOID HEART.

The fate of our kingdom, our HALLOWNEST ... that future belongs to you now. little ghost • hollow knight affiliated with eidolon private & selective

[marogarreh]

— HOLLOW KNIGHT [33/??]

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@radiantmoonlightcookie​ // *

it’s been difficult to keep their shell on straight since arriving in this foreign land. so much to think about, especially with regard to the state of their home-world, and so little known about this new place that they find themself a bit ... panicked. embarrassingly so.

when they turn and spot the radiant cookie, beautiful of course, but begging similarities to a forgotten god from home that strikes an anger and a fear deep in the vessel. they do not draw their nail, but they do obviously grab the hilt, their stumpy arm flying up and making their tattered cloak flutter.

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@bestfriendpower​ // *

hop ... hop ... hop ...

the snow is terribly deep beyond the village. though they are generally undaunted by cold or heat, extremes of either can still take their toll upon the young vessel. for instance - though snow is warmer than the wind the cloudless sky breathes, it’s the moisture that freezes when they propel themself out of the dunes. clings to their void-hardened figure and frosts them over.

when they see another figure, they make a bee-line for them. this person has gloves - perhaps their hands are warm? the little ghost is daring enough - chilled enough - to latch onto magolor’s hand as soon as possible.

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infectedvessel‌:

@voidhxxrt

ah. it seemed as though this snowy place had a way of reuniting the hollow knight with those from its past, didn’t it?

they had been avoiding the majority of the rekindling activities and shying away from everything related to the bonfire due to the light and heat, but it was suddenly glad that it chose now to see where the glass hearts it had been hearing about were made.

the familial familiarity was nice, but what could have brought the little ghost here? it approached as carefully as possible, trying to not surprise its sibling, making sure that they saw it advancing. shocking people here had disastrous consequences in the past, after all.

there’s also so much to learn from these activities. though they find these ... humans to be a little confusing and beyond them, they find themself getting caught up in the excitement and warmth of the activities of this festival. they only wish they might have been brought here sooner, to experience the whole thing

no. no, that is not what they truly want. not at all. there is ... a duty to uphold.

shell born of root is hard to not notice in a land where the unfamiliar far out-weight the familiar. though they are put on edge seeing the hollow knight, their imprisoned older sibling, a martyr for an egotistical god, the ghost does not reach for the nail strapped across their back. they merely turn their shell away from the glass hearts, tilting it backward and up to take in the other vessel’s cracked shell. the glowing orange of their eye holes is disconcerting.

perhaps a bit out of instinct and less out of active thought, they draw away slightly. there’s an apprehension clear in their form.

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LITTLE GHOST | HOLLOW KNIGHT | EIDOLON

AT A GLANCE:

xx years old | xx xxx xxxx | true neutral

2′9″ / 144 cm | 20 lbs / 9 kg

PLEASE REFER TO THE KNIGHT WITH THEY/THEM OR IT/ITS PRONOUNS.

the horned helmet they wear is their shell.

if you see them without their shell ... run.

they are made of a substance called VOID. it may feel firm when concentrated, but when they so choose, they may lessen the density of their body.

work: none to speak of outside of their duty, which they cannot particularly fulfill in eidolon. thus, they may take up a very wide breadth of odd jobs. however, they may never do such work for payment, rather out of impulse or upon request.

NEAT HINTS:

likes: ???

dislikes: ???

little ghost was created intentionally to host not will, mind, nor voice. they are mute and do not outwardly communicate, rather they act. their main objective is to seal away the radiance - who is not present in eidolon. thus, they may wander around, assisting those in need. despite their lack of an apparent personality at first, they do tend to linger when spoken to, thus giving off a supposed patience. however, should they be asked or ordered to do something, it is likely they will fulfill the request. likewise, should they witness or experience hostility, they will immediately respond with violence.

housing: bunkhouse 17.

places you can find them: just about anywhere. they are accustomed to wandering, though not for the intent of exploration. what drives them may be impossible to discern. they also do not sleep. however, they do like to rest and may be found sitting motionlessly on benches or other seating for hours on end.

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without prior reserve, i'd like to app little ghost from hollow knight!

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #17.

Your nail rests on your mattress… Strange. It seems that it looks a bit duller than it did before, doesn’t it?

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

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dreamb0rne‌:

     As your wings hover back to their typical position, you find yourself pleased by how much fun the little knight seems to have with the brooch’s magic. You say nothing, and you let your face betray nothing, but it does warm your heart greatly to be able to do this for them.      Your eye reads your new friend’s message as you rummage for your own Cell Phone. After a few button presses, you hold up your own screen to the other. It’s a different grip than theirs; instead of intending to read, you intend for them to take it.

     You have not typed a message in response, after all. What the little knight would see is a blank message, with the cursor blinking in its empty recipient box. You want them to type their name out.

     If you were making friends with this special stranger, one who you found yourself reflected within, you would want to text them at the very least.      Lots, and often.

instead of receiving a response, the vessel is surprised to see the screen that is presented to them. they hesitate, taking in the implication of the gesture before they begin to fumble with their belongings. the brooch is fastened to their cloak, close to their shoulder where an unseen, duller pin holds the fabric together reasonably. with their new adornment in place, they take the generous stranger’s cell phone.

carefully, as to not scratch up their newfound friend’s phone screen with their claws - unlike how their own phone looks now - they key out the name that the system had automatically given them upon arrival. they had been quite content with the title. a gift from their sister.

LITTLE GHOST pops up partway through their meticulous typing, phone number displayed beneath. pressing the pop-up, it loads their information into the recipient’s box.

offering the phone back, the ghost shifts upon their clawed feet, as though excited.

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fujiwaraphoenix‌:

They just keep coming. More and more, over and over. She thought they came from the sea, but they seemed to flood everywhere she went. She found it thankfully simple to stop them, destroy their heads and the bodies stop moving. That is a rule for living things, but Mokou didn’t expect it to apply to these puppets of flesh.

She kept fighting them as they approached her, some charging some simply lumbering. Most of them appear to be the bodies of the city’s natives, but several had what Mokou could clearly recognize as the dress of Japan’s past ages. Was this some kind of sick joke? Or was it just getting to her? After taking out another shambler, she turned her head for a moment. Was she being watched?

the vessel observes the stranger’s fight for a few beats, intent on figuring out whether or not she has the situation under control. as they watch, they are nearly lead to believe that she does. from experience, the ghost now knows better than to disrupt someone more than capable of handling their own problems.

however, as the girl turns her head, they make eye contact. the little knight tilts their shell just slightly before immediately leaping toward her.

the metal rod may seem surprising at first, as the common enemy appears to be the undead and the wraiths screeching in the skies. while the ghost seems to be aiming for the girl at first, the truth could not be any further off. the rod glides past her face, impaling the shambler that had darted in too close while she had been distracted. as it stumbles, the vessel lands, void-clad claws sinking through its molding clothing and into its carrion as they grab hold of their makeshift weapon.

with an upward heave, they manage to partially decapitate the shambler. its body wobbles before crumpling to the ground and the ghost who had slain it brandishes their metal rod against oncoming enemies.

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shouyoku‌:

      ….cute. That’s the thought she has as the small figure makes a show of scooting out from behind the slender column of her leg, leaning up to read the menu. While it’s occupied, her stare turns to those behind her, making sure any possible further grumbling about the wait doesn’t leave the lips of those in the line. After all, it isn’t as if they’re going to suffer anything serious if they wait a bit longer for their crepes. Her attention is drawn back by a little bob of her new companion’s head, and she nods back solemnly, tapping at the counter to get the attention of the vendor, who’s begun working on her treat in the meantime.            “Fuji apple pie for the little one.”            It sounds weird to say, considering it sounds as if she’s talking about a kid, but she doesn’t know the thing’s name (do they have one?) and she hasn’t thought to ask. Her order is taken, and the cook turns back to his work, cutting and preparing fruit while the crepes cook, and Riruka rocks back on her heels as she waits, an idle back and forth motion to pass the time. A clink of coin catches her attention, and she looks down at the tiny coin purse, then back up at the crepe menu. It really isn’t that much, and she’s doing decent enough business at the shop, so…

          “Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” she mutters, almost sounding embarrassed, and looks back up, raising a finger to tap their purse back toward them. “You should save that for other things.”           In the time since she’s been speaking, her own crepe has been completed, and while it’s being handed to her, she raises her phone to the terminal to pay for it and the other one, giving a faint not-quite smile down at the other.            “Besides, it’s just easier to pay all at once.”

the vessel had begun to count their money - how much had been necessary for the sweet treat. carefully, they plucked coin after coin, bill after bill, pushing them over in the cloth confines of the purse before the woman speaks up over the bustle of the crowd. claws pinching a dollar bill, they look up at her, as though startled out of their actions.

she intends to purchase the snack for them? that hardly sounds fair, given the trouble they have been so far. still, she insists, and the little shelled ghost gathers their purse close to their chest.

what a warm woman this stranger is. if they could, the knight would be smiling at her. however, as it stands, they must rely once again upon their cell phone. the geo-purse is closed and tucked back away beneath their cloak before the aforementioned device is produced.

tapping a quick message, they hold their phone up for her to read.

thank you very much. i don’t know how to repay you.

turning their head, they look toward the chef, who has begun to prepare their own crepe upon completing the woman’s.

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@fujiwaraphoenix​

ah. so most celebrations could be expected to turn out like this, hm?

a shame that they haven’t received a new weapon. they managed to pilfer a metal pipe a few weeks ago, which they thankfully have not had need for up until now. it’s clumsy and heavy, but it serves a function and well enough. it is no nail, but it will suffice.

darting around the shambling undead, the ghost hops from the ground to a bench to the top of a mailbox. like this, they can at least peer over the masses. there is a stench creeping into the air - rot and seawater. this is the single anchor that keeps the knight centered. this is not hallownest. these undead act just like the infected, but ... but they are not.

she is not here. she cannot be.

turning their head, they see a flourish. is someone fighting or running?

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stcpprince‌:

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It’s pretty chaotic at this banquet – all kinds of sights and smells he’s never experienced before tied in with the familiar but just a little different – and Callum finds himself not willing to stray far from the section of the table nearest him, the one with all the delicious-looking fruit, for fear of being trampled underfoot.

He’s got an apple in his hand he hasn’t bitten into yet, the bag he’d found for his basketball Primal Source slung cross-body and held close to him, annnd… nobody he recognizes.

Though when he glances around, he spots a set of what look like horns poking up over the edge of the table. Leaning for a better view, he blinks at the little creature, the one seemingly reaching for some food with their tiny stature working against them.

“Hey, buddy,” Callum says, sidling over as people make merry around them. “Here.” He holds out the apple with a grin. He can reach another, no problem.

for all of their curiosity and adventurous tendencies, the ghost is truly struggling with this event. with this city as a whole, to be completely honest. so many people in such a small place ... 

they wonder if this might be like what the city of tears may have been before the plague.

somber thoughts had begun to worm their way into their shell since the beginning of this celebration. they find themself pausing to indulge in daydreams about the history of hallownest quite often. a strange boy finds them in the middle of such a reverie, their claws slowly lowering from where they had been reaching for a bite of food atop the banquet table as their thoughts drifted.

shell whipping around, they fixate those empty eye-holes upon the well-meaning stranger, briefly dazed. when they realize what it is exactly that he means, the small knight finally leans away from the table and reaches out a clawed hand to take the apple gingerly.

a small nod follows. thank you.

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shouyoku‌:

      For all intents and purposes, Riruka isn’t usually the person anyone or anything has ever chosen to cling to. So initially, she’s too startled to even push it away, and by the time she could have made up her mind it seems too little to late to do so. So instead she sighs wearily, rolling her eyes and instead looking back at the vendor, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. At the very least, it doesn’t look like there’s any trouble to be started here, and so she waves a hand at the man behind the counter, shaking her head.            “Hey, leave it– looks like they want one too.”           Which is odd, and she doesn’t know if the little thing can pay or not, but she supposes she’ll find out one way or another eventually, won’t she? Even so, that’s not a pressing concern now, given that her crepe is still on the hotplate, which she raises her eyebrows at meaningfully until the vendor yelps and moves to remove the burning one and replace it with another. Satisfied, she waits until the batter is poured, half-turning her attention to the new addition. 

          “So, you heard me, mister– the lychee valentine and then give the little one a uh…” A pause, her gaze lowering properly to the other, and she taps the menu in the appropriate place, uncertain if it can read or not, but hoping the accompanying picture is appetizing enough. “How’s ‘fuji apple pie’ sound? Chocolate’s probably too sweet for your first go around with one of these things, trust me.”

thankfully, the woman deters the chef from evicting the little ghost from the audience. other customers are gathered, patiently waiting for their turn with this or the next chef. the ghost hears someone scoff when they realize that the small vessel had essentially cut in line, but no further fuss comes to their attention.

which is good. honestly, being on the ground and surrounded by people who are taller than them as such close-quarters makes them a bit anxious. they are used to being short, but not in a crowd.

the woman points to a menu, catching the vessel’s attention. they slowly release her leg, careful not to catch their carapace upon folds of her clothing. they lean in, inclining on their toes to get a better look. they are impartial - they haven’t heard of many of the flavors that are listed. they have tried an apple since arriving in spirale, however, and found it to their liking.

after a brief pause, they tilt their shell back, nodding to the woman. their claws produce a geo-purse from their cloak, which clinks with coin. they can pay for their own and intend to; pulling the drawstrings loose, they produce the local currency, which had converted at some point. they still find that development strange.

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davestr1d3r‌:

if dave has managed to become completely enraptured by the mayor, then surely he can deal with… whatever the fuck this is supposed to be. there won’t be any lost in translation bullshit here. nope. none at all. he waits rather patiently as the ghost-dude fiddles with their phone.

⚙ – theyre my shades

he offers helpfully.

⚙ – you know ⚙ – you put em on to look cool and to occasionally shade your eyes from the sun ⚙ – whats on YOUR face

no, they do not know, unfortunately.

the more questions the knight raises, it seems the more they have with every answer the blond offers in return. still as a statue, they stare at the teen, thinking in perhaps an awkwardly long silence.

once they think about it at length, they seem to somewhat understand that concept. the black circles - shades, ironically - are removable, then? they tap at their phone screen, seemingly without looking down at their hands.

this is my shell. my vessel. you can remove shades? cannot remove vessel. not good.

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dreamb0rne‌:

     You aren’t offended any by your new friend’s wariness of touch. Since it meant it wasn’t interested in even touching your feathers, then it was one less thing to worry about. You tuck your wings back to your other side then, focusing on your smaller companion’s curiosity-driven decisions.

     Soon enough, it seemed that it fixated on a certain brooch. You meet its amused gaze briefly with your unblinking eye. Then you immediately rummage through your pocket for your phone, catch the grinning vendor’s attention, and make the appropriate exchange of digital currency for the brooch. It’s done in a matter of seconds.

     Your wing dips forth in the meanwhile, scooping the magical ornament from the table. It does not pulsate for you. You lean forward, closer to the little phantom, gently tilting your wing down in hopes it’d reflexively cup its hands forward to receive the brooch.

in the time that it takes for the glowing entity to pay for the brooch that fascinates the little knight, said shelled nail-wielder has continued to prod at the golden sheen experimentally. they poke it twice at once, watching the ripples of light collide and cause a cacophony of flashes. few items possess the brilliance of this brooch in hallownest.

the stranger leans close, once again capturing the ghost’s attention. it stiffens, but does not draw away this time, watching as a wing reaches out toward the brooch. the knight’s hands retreat from the edge of the booth and it watches as the stranger scoops up the ornament before tilting it.

the brooch slides from their glowing wing. reflexively, the knight snatched it out of the air, pausing to admire the wild flashing that erupts from between its claws.

free hand scrabbling for their cell phone, the knight taps out a message quickly, holding it up for the winged stranger to read.

is this okay? you are sure?