foxkin-hero

[foxkin-hero]

LF BLOCKTALES ROLEPLAY

I’m looking for a 1x1 roleplay for BlockTales, with my love for the game very much reawakening thanks to the release of Demo 4!

I’d like to do something with oc x canon double ups; I’m open to playing anyone for your side, including playing multiple characters! In return, I’d like to write against either a Griefer or Cruel King.

I write semi-lit to literate, and am in the EST timezone! If you’re interested, please like the post or dm me and I’ll reach out/get back with you! 🫶

[foxkin-hero]

It was difficult, fully believing him on the matter. After all, the events that were happened were far from something that was easy to simply shove down and no longer think about. To have yourself changed in such a way — they frowned, ears drooping as they moved to step forward slowly, carefully of the cans littering the ground.

Before they could speak again however, they caught it. That brief glimpse of tears, and the way he had turned as quickly as possible.

“Hey —“ They reached a hand out, only to falter ever so slightly in the movement. Hesitating, they finally began to move forward once again, practically having to tiptoe around the cans in the room. They accidentally nudged one with a foot once having gotten closer, a grimace crossing their features.

Once close enough, they slowly placed a hand at his shoulder, the touch just light enough to be able to pull away the moment it could have been needed. “You don’t —“ It was hard, finding the words to speak. “It’s okay. Just.. let it all out.” It was all they could manage. Sometimes, just.. releasing emotions was for the best.

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Well, that was certainly an explanation. It was.. puzzling, admittedly. Then again, they’d certainly seen and dealt with far more confusing things. The announcement of Brad being immortal was practically the tip of the iceberg.

“Tada.” They gave a jazz-hands type motion as they repeated the words, squinting a bit. “It’s - I mean. I guess it makes sense. Better to be immortal then.. dead.” They nearly bit their tongue. “I’m, um, glad. That you’re fine, I mean.” A small frown tugged at their lips, one ear twitching. “I didn’t want to.. you know, hurt you. That wasn’t the intent.”

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Really, some time ago, Kyra could have tried to point out just how strange everything he was saying was. Talking about a guardian of the sword, about the second voice in his head — to some, it would have sounded bizarre. But, with all they had gone through? It was far from the most bizarre thing they had heard of, or gone through.

But, the mention of being a demigod did have them pausing.

“You’re a.. what?” They blinked a few times, an ear swiveling ever so slightly. “Did you just say demigod?”

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Oh. Oh. That was what this all was about. The incident in which they had last seen each other.. it wasn’t one they tried to think about often. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Brad had certainly proven as much.

The matter of nearly dying, or having meant to die due to a sword.. it wasn’t an experience they were unfamiliar with. It was almost laughable, really. If anything, they were about the only two people in similar situations — two people who had survived an incident that should have killed them.

But the mention of the voice.. that was concerning. Their first thought went to Hatred, to the very being they had fought tooth and nail again - but instead, he had mentioned it being a different voice.

The words had them tilting their head to the side, just the slightest.

“This voice -“ They began, frowning a bit. “It wasn’t malicious, was it? Or.. is it?” If it was a voice, it was likely it lingered. They weren’t keen to think of what could result of some new malicious voice, however - they only hoped it was a positive thing.

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

“Try me.” It was the first thing that had slipped out once he’d spoken. They’d gone through their own fair share of things - could understand better than anyone a complicated situation. Complicated feelings. “Doesn’t have to be some perfect explanation, you know - just.. tell me something.”

Sitting and not knowing what was wrong at all.. they didn’t like it. Not when it ensured that they couldn’t do a single thing to help. They kept their eyes on Brad all the while, not once looking away just yet.

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Their gaze shifted to the sight of the gorilla briefly, a slight smile tugging at their lips. Things really did seem far more peaceful here, even with the nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. That something was wrong, even if they couldn’t quite place their finger on it.

“Haven’t gone out from the Sacred Hollow much?” They found themselves asking, shifting to lean more weight on one side than the other. One ear swiveled somewhat, as if picking up a sound, but they made no comment regarding it.

There was another long pause, before they pressed their lips into a thin line. “..I hate to prod, but are you sure you’re okay?”

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

At the very least, that slight shift in tone - even if only momentarily - had them easing up ever so slightly. Their shoulders slumped, ears perking up as they watched the other curiously. “Hard to swing by when you’ve got to climb the whole thing.” It was an attempt at a more lighthearted comment, an attempt to lighten whatever mood it was that had begun to settle.

With that however, even if looking the slightest bit skeptical with the response.. they’d take it. A response was better than a lack of one, at least. “That’s.. good.”

For a moment, they fell silent, pondering and just.. thinking. “What’ve you been up to?” It was easier than bringing up anything about themselves. They were visiting him to make sure he was okay, after all.

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Evidently, the awkwardness appeared to be a shared feeling between the two. They shifted their weight from one foot to the other, an ear twitching ever so slightly. Why couldn’t this be easy? Maybe once, they’d have felt some caution towards the other for what had happened in the past. But, that was just that - the past. Not to mention, they had fought a far worse foe.

.. They did their best to not let the slight anxiety at the memory slip into their expression.

How long would it linger with them? Far longer than they would’ve liked, no doubt. One didn’t come from the matter of fighting their own internal battles and practically dying without holding some level of trauma from it. They had done well in shoving it down thus far, but every now and then.. it was hard not to feel the effects of repressing it.

They were quick to shake the thoughts off, though their tail was noticeably far more fluffed up than before, ears pinned back ever so slightly as they shifted to place a hand to their arm. “I wanted to check on you. See how you were doing. Your dad said you made a full recovery, but..” They trailed off, if only momentarily. “Wanted to stop by myself. Doesn’t sound like you get visitors that often, anyways.”

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Stepping forward carefully, trying to avoid stepping on any of the cans, their gaze flickered to the sight of the gorilla briefly. All seemed.. rather peaceful, really. It was a relieving sight. He was fine, and he was acting as if nothing had happened at all - with what had happened.. they tried not to grimace with the memory of the transformation that they’d witnessed. The memory of just how painful it looked.

Once successfully past the barrage of cans near the entrance, having to keep their tail lifted a bit more in order to not let it brush against them and cause any noise, they took in a breath. Now or never. Either they’d be met with retaliation, or met with something more akin to friendliness.

They stood still for a moment longer, just trying to mull over what to say. “Brad?” It was all they could manage finally, wringing their hands out. “Hey - how’ve you been?” Maybe they could’ve sounded a little less awkward, anxious even, but.. oh well. Too late to turn back now.

// putting this in a new starter so it doesn’t get too long! :D also tiny timeskip!

Finding their way back to the Sacred Hollow was an easy enough task, really. It was a path they had taken before, a path that they had grown familiar with - even if only walked once before. Their ears twitched and swiveled every few moments, picking up the sounds of various wildlife as they trekked. Birds, crickets.. a handful of others as well.

Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the Sacred Hollow. Now, it just came to the matter of ascending to the very top.. a more tedious task then simply walking to the Sacred Hollow itself.

Nonetheless, it was a task they could manage. Murmured hellos and greetings were given to the Woodsmen they came across, friendly faces that they couldn’t just ignore. They were never malicious to them - rather, the opposite. A smile and a hello was the least they could provide. Soon enough however, they’d found their way to the top. Right where Brad would be. Or, where they’d assume he’d be. Shaking themselves out briefly, tail a bit more fluffed out, they went to begin forward.

“Hello?”

@foxkin-hero

Opening the door, it's not very hard to see that Brad is... fine?

You immediately see him, with a few bandages on, merely playing video games as if nothing ever happened. A few leaves and stems poke their way out from the sleeves of his shirt, his collar, and his shorts. The room is as you remember, his pet gorilla in the cage his father was in, except with... more junk in it. He's settled in here much more than he was before, so that means he's moved in all of his belongings as well. He seems to be quite comfortable, here.

The unmistakable stench of Witches Brew that's been sitting out for a few days is... very noticeable. You have to tip toe over cans strewn onto his floor to even get past the door.

He doesn't seem to notice you, and his gorilla is asleep.

[foxkin-hero]

Briefly, a small sort of smile was provided. They were the hero. The one who was meant to protect, to defend, to be some grand image of a person. Maybe it was simple obligation that had them wanting to check in on Brad. Maybe it was genuine concern. It was hard to tell, sometimes, even more so when it felt as if they were running on auto-pilot as of lately.

“I’ll be fine.” They responded after a moment of pondering. Walking would give them time to think. “Thank you for the offer, though.” A slight dip of their head was given, before they spoke again. “I’ll stop by once I’m back. Let you know how it went.”

Visiting Turitopulis after the retrieval of the Ghostwalker felt almost strange, to say the very least. Then again, perhaps it was merely their own unease that had settled in after the events that had taken place in the midst of retrieving the Ghostwalker. Frankly, they had opted to shove the memories as deep down as they could in their mind, not too keen to recall it all.

Being able to go somewhere else for a change would help, at least. They thought as much, hoped for it. So, in Turitopulis they found themselves, looking far more weary and worn than they ever had before.

Griefer was here, wasn’t he? Or, Brad. That was what the Mayor had called him. They swallowed thickly, moving forward. Some time had passed, perhaps he was out of the hospital by now. Though, where to look for him if that was the case.. not many ideas came to mind. So, trudging through the streets aimlessly it was.

@foxkin-hero

/ hope it’s okay that i drop a starter! :D

The town seemed to be just about as quaint as it had been, before. The moist heat of the tropics seep deep into your senses, though the effects of the Ice Dagger likely cool down the high temperature, keeping it bearable, at least. Palm leaves rustle with the slightest breeze. The sun is relenting, but the trees overhead provide ample shade and protection. The smells of unique and ripe fruits waft through the muggy air. The soft sounds of nature, birds chirping, water running- they are interrupted by the chatter of a few locals, the mumblings of an unlucky fisherman, and the sounds of someone cooking in their backyard. People pass you by on scooters and bicycles, occasionally eyeing you curiously.

Turtiopolis is every bit of a rural tropical vista, and the sights and smells are just so different from the Manor, Bizville, really, anywhere that your journey has led you help rest your mind from the memories so heavy in your mind in the slightest. It was the right call.

As for young Brad... He seemed to have moved to the Sacred Hollow permanently, or at least that's what you can discern from the gossip you hear. Something about the 'incident', supposedly... Hrm. It seems you'll have to travel further into the lush jungle if you want to visit him. Or, maybe asking the old Mayor would be the best option. Hearsay is never truly reliable.

[foxkin-hero]

The Sacred Hollow - it would seem that the murmurs and the whispers of the townsfolk had been correct, then. Nonetheless, it was.. nice, at least, speaking to the mayor. A friendly face, and certainly one that they were content to encounter. Their ears perked up with the mention of Brad having recovered, only for them to droop as he continued.

The townsfolk hasn’t been accepting of him, then. They swallowed thickly. It was to be expected, in a sense. People didn’t quite like the unknown. And what Brad had done.. well, it certainly fit into the category of being the unknown.

They sat quiet as the other gave his explanation, clawed hands folded nearly into their lap. “I.. thank you, for telling me.” They responded slowly, almost carefully. “I’ll keep that in mind. Being wary, I mean. I.. would like to check on him.” A hand reached up to run through their hair.

A hand reached for the arm of the chair, hand pushing themselves up slowly. “Even if he has his grievances, I’d like to pay him a visit. Just to check on him.” Goodness knew that they would’ve liked to have a visit if in his shoes. They almost grimaced. They had had their own things going on, with the damned sword that they had last gotten. “Thank you for telling me everything. It’s nice to see you again.”

Visiting Turitopulis after the retrieval of the Ghostwalker felt almost strange, to say the very least. Then again, perhaps it was merely their own unease that had settled in after the events that had taken place in the midst of retrieving the Ghostwalker. Frankly, they had opted to shove the memories as deep down as they could in their mind, not too keen to recall it all.

Being able to go somewhere else for a change would help, at least. They thought as much, hoped for it. So, in Turitopulis they found themselves, looking far more weary and worn than they ever had before.

Griefer was here, wasn’t he? Or, Brad. That was what the Mayor had called him. They swallowed thickly, moving forward. Some time had passed, perhaps he was out of the hospital by now. Though, where to look for him if that was the case.. not many ideas came to mind. So, trudging through the streets aimlessly it was.

@foxkin-hero

/ hope it’s okay that i drop a starter! :D

The town seemed to be just about as quaint as it had been, before. The moist heat of the tropics seep deep into your senses, though the effects of the Ice Dagger likely cool down the high temperature, keeping it bearable, at least. Palm leaves rustle with the slightest breeze. The sun is relenting, but the trees overhead provide ample shade and protection. The smells of unique and ripe fruits waft through the muggy air. The soft sounds of nature, birds chirping, water running- they are interrupted by the chatter of a few locals, the mumblings of an unlucky fisherman, and the sounds of someone cooking in their backyard. People pass you by on scooters and bicycles, occasionally eyeing you curiously.

Turtiopolis is every bit of a rural tropical vista, and the sights and smells are just so different from the Manor, Bizville, really, anywhere that your journey has led you help rest your mind from the memories so heavy in your mind in the slightest. It was the right call.

As for young Brad... He seemed to have moved to the Sacred Hollow permanently, or at least that's what you can discern from the gossip you hear. Something about the 'incident', supposedly... Hrm. It seems you'll have to travel further into the lush jungle if you want to visit him. Or, maybe asking the old Mayor would be the best option. Hearsay is never truly reliable.

[foxkin-hero]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

[foxkin-hero]

// sitting anywhere other than a chair would be.. very awkward for them via their legs; they do make do however

[foxkin-hero]

Spotting the mayor settled at his desk, working away at the paperwork, they moved to slowly shut the door behind them. The scent of green tea was mild, but not overwhelming - a more pleasant sort of thing, really. They stood patiently, hands folded in front of themselves as they waited.

And then, he was turning, rather evidently noticing their presence. Hero. It was a name they should have gotten used to by now. A name that was used by quite a handful of people they had met now. Yet, some part of them hadn’t quite adjusted to the name yet.

“It’s alright.” The words slipped out almost automatically, eyes shifting to the chair that had been gestured to. Slowly, they moved forward, shifting to take a seat in the chair as they cleared their throat. “I was just —“ How to put it, how to put it.. “I was looking for.. Brad.” One ear twitched, gaze flickering to the door momentarily. “I heard the townsfolk talking about him being at the Sacred Hollow, but I just.. wanted to get a confirmation from you, I suppose.”

They held a more weary sort of look, leaning back into the seat once they had begun to feel the tiniest bit more comfortable. “Is he alright?”

Visiting Turitopulis after the retrieval of the Ghostwalker felt almost strange, to say the very least. Then again, perhaps it was merely their own unease that had settled in after the events that had taken place in the midst of retrieving the Ghostwalker. Frankly, they had opted to shove the memories as deep down as they could in their mind, not too keen to recall it all.

Being able to go somewhere else for a change would help, at least. They thought as much, hoped for it. So, in Turitopulis they found themselves, looking far more weary and worn than they ever had before.

Griefer was here, wasn’t he? Or, Brad. That was what the Mayor had called him. They swallowed thickly, moving forward. Some time had passed, perhaps he was out of the hospital by now. Though, where to look for him if that was the case.. not many ideas came to mind. So, trudging through the streets aimlessly it was.

@foxkin-hero

/ hope it’s okay that i drop a starter! :D

The town seemed to be just about as quaint as it had been, before. The moist heat of the tropics seep deep into your senses, though the effects of the Ice Dagger likely cool down the high temperature, keeping it bearable, at least. Palm leaves rustle with the slightest breeze. The sun is relenting, but the trees overhead provide ample shade and protection. The smells of unique and ripe fruits waft through the muggy air. The soft sounds of nature, birds chirping, water running- they are interrupted by the chatter of a few locals, the mumblings of an unlucky fisherman, and the sounds of someone cooking in their backyard. People pass you by on scooters and bicycles, occasionally eyeing you curiously.

Turtiopolis is every bit of a rural tropical vista, and the sights and smells are just so different from the Manor, Bizville, really, anywhere that your journey has led you help rest your mind from the memories so heavy in your mind in the slightest. It was the right call.

As for young Brad... He seemed to have moved to the Sacred Hollow permanently, or at least that's what you can discern from the gossip you hear. Something about the 'incident', supposedly... Hrm. It seems you'll have to travel further into the lush jungle if you want to visit him. Or, maybe asking the old Mayor would be the best option. Hearsay is never truly reliable.

[foxkin-hero]

Their ears twitched this way and that with the bird and pieces they could pick up, a small frown finally settling upon their expression. But, that left them with an option: gather intel from someone who would know for certain.. or avoid the chatting and go off of something that was a potential rather than a guarantee.

Finally making their decision, they took in a breath, before turning. The old Mayor.. that would be a good option - and one that would ensure that they wouldn’t go wandering aimlessly any longer than they would have without doing so.

And so, beginning with the steps towards the particular building, they grimaced a bit as one of their feet hit a particularly rough patch of ground. Sharper pebbles and whatnot, likely. They’d live. They moved forward, a hand reaching to push the door open as if it were the most casual thing. “Mayor?” The inquiry slipped out, an ear twitching as they leaned forward ever so slightly.

Visiting Turitopulis after the retrieval of the Ghostwalker felt almost strange, to say the very least. Then again, perhaps it was merely their own unease that had settled in after the events that had taken place in the midst of retrieving the Ghostwalker. Frankly, they had opted to shove the memories as deep down as they could in their mind, not too keen to recall it all.

Being able to go somewhere else for a change would help, at least. They thought as much, hoped for it. So, in Turitopulis they found themselves, looking far more weary and worn than they ever had before.

Griefer was here, wasn’t he? Or, Brad. That was what the Mayor had called him. They swallowed thickly, moving forward. Some time had passed, perhaps he was out of the hospital by now. Though, where to look for him if that was the case.. not many ideas came to mind. So, trudging through the streets aimlessly it was.

@foxkin-hero

/ hope it’s okay that i drop a starter! :D

The town seemed to be just about as quaint as it had been, before. The moist heat of the tropics seep deep into your senses, though the effects of the Ice Dagger likely cool down the high temperature, keeping it bearable, at least. Palm leaves rustle with the slightest breeze. The sun is relenting, but the trees overhead provide ample shade and protection. The smells of unique and ripe fruits waft through the muggy air. The soft sounds of nature, birds chirping, water running- they are interrupted by the chatter of a few locals, the mumblings of an unlucky fisherman, and the sounds of someone cooking in their backyard. People pass you by on scooters and bicycles, occasionally eyeing you curiously.

Turtiopolis is every bit of a rural tropical vista, and the sights and smells are just so different from the Manor, Bizville, really, anywhere that your journey has led you help rest your mind from the memories so heavy in your mind in the slightest. It was the right call.

As for young Brad... He seemed to have moved to the Sacred Hollow permanently, or at least that's what you can discern from the gossip you hear. Something about the 'incident', supposedly... Hrm. It seems you'll have to travel further into the lush jungle if you want to visit him. Or, maybe asking the old Mayor would be the best option. Hearsay is never truly reliable.

[foxkin-hero]

BLOCKTALES “Player” OC BLOG

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