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[September was a busy month and I was hoping to pick back up after that hiatus but I got sick with a fever for... a whole month. I’m not actually even sure if I’m 100% better but the fevers much more manageable. Don’t worry, got tested, not covid. Spec got claimed in an activity check and I have a lot of catching up to do from while I was sick so... I don’t think I’m going to re-app him just yet. I am truly sorry to everyone I’ve rped with and DM’d. I appreciate all of yall and I wish the best to you! I’d love to pick him back up sometime but I definitely want to do so when I can be more active than I have been.]

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Hello! I’d like to request a hiatus for Specter Knight from Shovel Knight. Today’s date is 8/9/2020. Sorry to everyone I'm threading with, need a little off my plate this month.

Your hiatus will be noted!

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The fully inhabited state of his townhouse led Specter Knight to seeking alternative pockets of solitude. He understood well enough that little could be done about the arrangement. Well... that wasn’t entirely true. Maybe had he been granted his scythe back... The lich shakes his head. He should be able to handle this without turning to murder. Besides, that would be a hasty, improper judgment on his part, especially when one of his fellow residents seemed completely harmless. His face crinkles beneath the grill of his helmet. He could not say the same for the individual he shared the top floor with.

He is brought out of his distaste with a tug. Turning to the gangly creature, he nearly forgets to answer her question as he registers what she is. An undead, though not like any he has seen before. The lich eases as he peers at this new stranger and her numerous eyes. There was no need to have all of his walls up around fellow dead, no distance to keep unlike with the Living. “Ah... I am called Specter Knight. Though I suppose that does not truly answer your question, does it?”

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This place isn’t so bad! The people seem nicer, for the most part. The ones that don’t mind Wabbajack, at least, seem to treat everyone the same. She isn’t really sure what’s up with that, but she’ll take it. 

But at the moment. Wabbajack is less occupied with thoughts on the nature of this place and its purpose. For now, as her tongue flickers curiously at the air, she picks up something different. Definitively corpselike, but she can tell that it’s moving. She’s the only corpse she knows of that moves! Is it possible that there’s another like her here? Someone dead and walking?

She manages to follow the scent to a small grotto, away from the crowds and any prying eyes, and she can fully see who she’s been following. At least, sort of–he’s covered head to toe in red robes. Wabbajack sidles up beside him and tugs on the ragged fabric, crouching and looking up at his visored face. “Hello hello, someone new! I’m Wabbajack–who are you?”

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“Hss... yes, ‘rude’ is one word for it.” The lich tapped an emaciated finger on his arm. Though he didn’t show it, Specter Knight appreciated Takuto’s sympathy. He mulled over what other guidance he could offer to the newcomer, uncomfortable with the conversation settling too much on his own grievances. “Were you bestowed a phone, Mr. Maruki?”

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The lich took in a long “breath” as he leaned back into his shoulders. A low gravelly sound hung in his throat. “That is ever the question here…” An edge of displeasure seeped into his voice. “I have only resided in this city for a few months though I can tell you this. Here in Spirale there are beings known as the Stars who possess dominion over this place. They strip all who exist here of their powers upon entry, only to grant them as a ‘reward’ or when it benefits them.” Specter Knight’s fingers gnarled the soft fabric of his robe sleeves, his tone growing bitter. “Recently, an enemy of these Stars attacked the city, hence the present renovations you may have witnessed on your way here. Those sovereign Stars needed us to protect them and their property so they returned the abilities they had taken. Only until the threat was repelled. Then once again, the dear citizens of Spirale are diminished to a more manageable state.”

He shook his head, letting go of the tension that had built into his frame. A new arrival was not one to speak with about such grievances. He may have just made the situation more alarming for the poor, bespectacled man. When the undead spoke again he was more collected. An important caution to impart.

“The intentions of the Stars and their city remain unclear to me. Expect no forthrightness from them beyond their occasional announcements.”

“Eh? But…That’s….That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?” It vaguely reminds him of a politician back in Tokyo. he frowned “I’m sorry if they took your powers, its quite rude of them to do so…” He furrowed his brows as he looked down.

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Savino's heart pounded in his chest, his dark fur bristling uncomfortably beneath his armor. Slowly, his pointed ears eased from being folded flat against his head. His claws retracted. Bright slit eyes gazed down at the corpse lying at his feet.

The court alchemist had not resisted. She had accepted her fate, perhaps even, felt relief in it.  Had she waited for this to happen? Had she lived her life in fear and guilt? Of Chrysanthos and the plague she crafted on his behalf? If even she, with all her knowledge, knew not a way to be rid of him, what chance did a knight have? Dizzy with revelations from his final confrontation with the alchemist, Savino found himself wavering. It was too late now. He was set on his course. He had not entered that confrontation with intent to kill but it could not be undone. His whiskers twitched as the bridge of his nose crinkled. He wished he could say he lost control. Though every ounce of long-buried emotions from his participation in the culling had washed over him, it was not a loss of control. It was justice. She knew every word spoken by the church was a lie, misleading, with false protection. There was no damn shroud-eater behind the plague. No, there was something much worse and she knew. She knew for decades the rot in the tree, the serpent in the garden. She knew and she did nothing. The suffering alone brought on by her plague was more than enough. That she had formulated an antidote but not to be used on the afflicted, not to be used on his comrade knight, was beyond more than enough. But knowing she knew the true monstrous nature of that cursed bishop Chrysanthos... If it was Savino's place to grant mercy to those warped by that horrid blight, was it not also his place to grant Judgment to the blight's creator? His soul was already burdened and stained, his hands could never be clean. If he was an instrument to a higher purpose, may he be set to that vampire's throat. May he sever that bishop from this realm.

He had to tell Lucrece... Judicael... Noone else could he trust with the latest turn of this conspiracy. Noone else could he trust to have his back. Just as his breathing calmed to take action, everything flickered. The court alchemist's body was gone. So, too, was her lab. Instead, the tall cat stood in a spartanly decorated room. A bed, crisply made and unused, a desk with a stack of plain papers and a few pencils. Savino had never seen an interior quite like this, though he was not certain why it looked so jarring. His tail lashed against the back of his cape. How this place looked did not matter! Perhaps the court alchemist had a final trick to play, perhaps she had a spell that would only activate upon her death. The knight strode with impatience to the door of this strange room, roughly opening it to bang against the wall. Another room, stairs. He did not know this place. He had no time for this! He must tell his friends what he had learned.

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Though the hour is easily a night one, dusk is only now settling over Spirale, summer time stretching the sun’s rays as long as it can. A tall figure in a tattered crimson robe, clutching what resembles a scythe, is marching steadily down the street. The dreadful omen is far preceded by the sounds of their entourage. Behind them trail five skeletons, each clutching an instrument in their thin digits. A tarnished trumpet wails discordantly though no lungs blow into it. A triangle chimes the pace in a one-two fashion. An old violin in dire need of new strings offers a strained melody, periodically screeching over the same few notes. A child’s xylophone backs up the triangle with teetering dings, dancing up and down its metal plates. Finally a tambourine splashes its own rhythm into the cacophony. The skeletons’ song is almost, almost coherant.

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MUSE PLAYLIST .

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01 .   A PEARL - MITSKI      It's just that I fell in love with a war / And nobody told me it ended / And it left a pearl in my head / And I roll it around / Every night, just to watch it glow / Every night, baby, that's where I go

02 .   INFRA-RED - PLACEBO     I'm coming up on infra-red, / There is no running that can hide you / 'cause I can see in the dark / I'm coming up on infra-red, / Forget your running, I will find you / One more thing before we start the final face off / I will be the one to watch you fall

03 .   PARIS IS BURNING - ST VINCENT       We have taken to the streets / In open rejoice revolting / We are dancing a black waltz / Fair Paris is burning after all / Dance poor people, dance and drown / Dance fair Paris to the ground / Dance poor people, dance and drown / Dance fair Paris, ashes now

04 .   EET - REGINA SPEKTOR       It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song / You can't believe it / You were always singing along / It was so easy and the words so sweet / You can't remember / You try to feel the beat

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[I’ve really been struggling with having the spoons to rp and June’s just been especially rough so I want to apologize on that. Normally I could at least keep up a bit with my dash and socially but not lately. I have drafts in the works and I hope I can get them out soon. Thank you to everyone who’s been patient with me. Gonna take stock with who I’m threading with here:

@gildedusurper @atlas-the-hollow @gyre-and-gimble @acerbicaccoster @the-ideal-and-the-real @beheathen @aerialcorsaire @decantress @theroadhxme

If I missed anyone please let me know. For those I’m threading with, I know I’m slow and I’m really sorry about that. I’m trying to get faster but there isn’t really much I can do when I don’t have the time and space to sit and write. I’m also writing Redd over at @gingkoapron which is much more casual and if any of you wanna deal with a scammy fox you can hit me up there.

Pride month’s almost over but in the spirit: Spec’s gay and nonbinary. He hasn’t realized or reckoned with either yet but that’s where I’m writing him from both in life and in death.]

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con artist with over a decade of experience

trapped on this island?

the currency is all VIRTUAL??

only phones are government tracking devices

everyone knows where you live

Will Redd rethink his life in the face of these obstacles? Or will the crafty fox scam his heart out? For 999 dust a month you can find out!

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     Late night hours were not fit for a King. He’d have given anything to be in the comforts of a cozy bed, resting away the night hours curled up next to a pillow and drowned in all-too-cuddly pets. Yet he’s here. Stuck inside with a job he loathes but can’t free himself from. It kept things busy beyond the other job soaking up afternoon hours. The mere thought of sitting in that empty home was all too unnerving - but feigning interest as a man rambles away on some boring life story was hardly any better. At least the free drinks were good. It’s really all he could look forward to until heeled boots and bare skin were allowed the luxury to once more greet the frigid air waiting outside.

     Saying his goodbyes to a current client meant some much needed downtime was in due order. Smiles dropped the second doors shut, replaced with disgust despite relief for those fleeting moments of alone time until he was requested once more… Unfortunately, it seemed he wasn’t allowed more than a few seconds to seat himself at the bar before doors opened. An eye roll only caught by the current bartender and a firm push against the table has him rising to greet the latest guest- Nevermind.

     This wasn’t a guest. This was a punishment wrapped in red, grubby garbs.

      A soft shriek slithers out before he spurs into action, quick to check surroundings should any coworkers witness such poor work ethic. Two gloved hands against the Knight’s chest are his greeting. Whispered words filled with disgust, his harsh “welcome”.

“ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! You are not walking in here and ruining everything I’ve worked so hard for. Get out-! ”

Specter Knight entered the club without any expectations and still found himself immediately bewildered. Before he could take any action, a well-muscled man dressed and styled in the sparkling, flowing fabrics of the courts seemed intent on shoving him out the door. The undead had instinctively raised his own hands only to awkwardly hesitate lest he touch the teasingly framed pectorals or bare shoulders of his assailant. His skeletal appendages hovered uselessly as he conceded ground to the stranger until something clicked within his skull. He knew that voice. Out of anyone in the Order, how could he not know that voice. How often had he heard that voice fill the empty air in meetings? Or the occasional neighborly visit?

His own whisper is filled with disbelief as he peered at the beautifully painted face of his ally. “King Knight?!”

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The lich took in a long “breath” as he leaned back into his shoulders. A low gravelly sound hung in his throat. “That is ever the question here...” An edge of displeasure seeped into his voice. “I have only resided in this city for a few months though I can tell you this. Here in Spirale there are beings known as the Stars who possess dominion over this place. They strip all who exist here of their powers upon entry, only to grant them as a ‘reward’ or when it benefits them.” Specter Knight’s fingers gnarled the soft fabric of his robe sleeves, his tone growing bitter. “Recently, an enemy of these Stars attacked the city, hence the present renovations you may have witnessed on your way here. Those sovereign Stars needed us to protect them and their property so they returned the abilities they had taken. Only until the threat was repelled. Then once again, the dear citizens of Spirale are diminished to a more manageable state.”

He shook his head, letting go of the tension that had built into his frame. A new arrival was not one to speak with about such grievances. He may have just made the situation more alarming for the poor, bespectacled man. When the undead spoke again he was more collected. An important caution to impart.

“The intentions of the Stars and their city remain unclear to me. Expect no forthrightness from them beyond their occasional announcements.”

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“I see.” Specter Knights fingers flexed by his side as he absently tried to fidgit with his no longer present scythe. Once again he would have to adjust to his idle stance not involving holding it. He crossed his arms to keep his hands occupied. “You are forgiven. There is much to take in when one first arrives… If the driver took you to this building then it must be your assigned residence.”

It crept upon the undead knight that this Takuto Maruki was his neighbor. No longer would he be alone in Townhouse 211. He would have to coexist with this man peaceably. Now how does he establish his goodwill towards this member of the Living…

“If you are hungry Isola has stocked our kitchen with provisions. Being undead, I no longer require food so you are free to all of it.”

“Uh, Thank you? I’m sorry, but I’m still trying piece together what happened. I was walking home from my counseling job when I blanked out and woke up here….do you know what’s going on?” Takuto looked at him, nervously adjusting his glasses

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Grumbling under his breath something about these roomate not being nearly as good as Dan, Weat cleared his throat behind the knight. An... oddly dressed fellow. But at least he looked strong. "Would you move something for me? It seems the bedframe is a bit heavier than I thought."

The tall undead turned to look upon the source of the voice. Then he looked down. Another new neighbor? And this one was asking him a favor, right off the bat. To move something? One must be... polite and agreeable to one’s neighbors. One must be... civil. A ripple running through his tattered shroud was the only sign of Specter Knight’s ire as he wordlessly raised an emaciated hand. Before him two human skeletons materialized, pulling themselves from the still intact floor. The fleshless creatures ambled their way to the bedframe but did not yet make any moves to lift it. Carefully, the lich kept his tone even. “To which room are you moving this?”

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“I see.” Specter Knights fingers flexed by his side as he absently tried to fidgit with his no longer present scythe. Once again he would have to adjust to his idle stance not involving holding it. He crossed his arms to keep his hands occupied. “You are forgiven. There is much to take in when one first arrives... If the driver took you to this building then it must be your assigned residence.”

It crept upon the undead knight that this Takuto Maruki was his neighbor. No longer would he be alone in Townhouse 211. He would have to coexist with this man peaceably. Now how does he establish his goodwill towards this member of the Living...

“If you are hungry Isola has stocked our kitchen with provisions. Being undead, I no longer require food so you are free to all of it.”

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The lich stepped inside and closed the door gently behind him. This wasn’t the worst reaction he could have received. Still, he did his best not to incite any more fear or confusion. Move slowly, speak calmly.  Perhaps the man was a new arrival, given his state. “I am called Specter Knight and I reside in this building. Have you been freshly spirited to this place?”

“Uh…Spirited…? I guess??? I woke up in this plaace a bit ago, and was driven here….” Takuto slowly got up, looking around again. 

“Apologies for my reaction, I was just surprised…I’m Takuto Maruki, Its nice to meet you!”

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The lich stepped inside and closed the door gently behind him. This wasn’t the worst reaction he could have received. Still, he did his best not to incite any more fear or confusion. Move slowly, speak calmly.  Perhaps the man was a new arrival, given his state. “I am called Specter Knight and I reside in this building. Have you been freshly spirited to this place?”

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Specter Knight had been avoiding his “home” since the attack on Isola had been resolved. He did not want things to return to normal, carry on as they did before. Exist inside a space assigned to him. But he could only avoid it for so long, he would have to return eventually. He tried to look at the positives his abode had to offer. Peace, quiet, a place where he needn’t worry about disturbing others or being disturbed. The lich could use all of that right now, he had some serious reflecting to do. 

He opens the door to Townhouse 211 to find a man standing inside. The undead knight stood motionless in the doorway, bony hand still on the door handle, acutely aware he was not an easy sight to take in. Six and half feet of (now) exceptionally dirty, tattered crimson robes, two skulls affixed to each shoulder, his dull, ancient armor out of place to most people he came across. He hoped for once he would not frighten whoever it was that stood before him. Being seen as a threat the past few weeks had given him enough of that.

Takuto looked around a bit more, then turned when the door opened, freezing on the spot when his eyes landed on Specter Knight. the lanky therapist blinked a few times, then yelled and jumped back.

“W-What-….What is going on!?” Takuto landed on his rear end as he looked around frantically

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Takuto stood in the townhouse that was considered his new home, greatly confused, looking around. the therapist sighed as he tried yet again to figure out how he got here.

Specter Knight had been avoiding his “home” since the attack on Isola had been resolved. He did not want things to return to normal, carry on as they did before. Exist inside a space assigned to him. But he could only avoid it for so long, he would have to return eventually. He tried to look at the positives his abode had to offer. Peace, quiet, a place where he needn’t worry about disturbing others or being disturbed. The lich could use all of that right now, he had some serious reflecting to do. 

He opens the door to Townhouse 211 to find a man standing inside. The undead knight stood motionless in the doorway, bony hand still on the door handle, acutely aware he was not an easy sight to take in. Six and half feet of (now) exceptionally dirty, tattered crimson robes, two skulls affixed to each shoulder, his dull, ancient armor out of place to most people he came across. He hoped for once he would not frighten whoever it was that stood before him. Being seen as a threat the past few weeks had given him enough of that.

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WHICH FLOWER ARE YOU?

Datura

An extremely poisonous vespertine (night-blooming) flower. Associated with the moon. Pensive, intuitive, and reserved. Maintaining your agency is deeply important to you, but you still enjoy the company of close friends. Those fortunate enough to gain your trust will be rewarded with your wit and long nights of passionate conversation. Your social reserves are limited, though. Your interests or hobbies may be a little unorthodox... perhaps you enjoy something particularly complicated? You love giving your mind a decent meal, after all. 

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