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(This is a side blog. I should be in bed but can’t sleep. It is an auxiliary blog to @kingoflesserminormages)
(Its sole goal is to play an adversary for the king and her new life.)
(Change of plans, it is now a blog about a one arm robot who is the Ex-assassin who was after @kingoflesserminormages and is now pursuing gardening.)
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What vibes does prev have?
Cat
Dog
Bird
Space Alien
Rock
Tree
Hipster
Lizard
Mom/Dad/Parental
Supervillain
Marshmallow
Clown
ooc: please draw bill doing literally anything pLEAD I NEED IT
*bit sits in a garden… he waits for @druidicrepository to return*
To Whom It May Concern,
As part of my duties as Overseer of Wizard Island Island and its multi dimensional territories, I am responsible for taking Housing Census of all Willing and Sentient Folk who abide here.
All I ask is any Written/Illustrated/Psychically Transmitted Description of your current residence, as well as cultural or geographically notable Landmarks nearby. If you wish to include direction (ie. North, West, Southeast) I will attempt to include you on the Wizard Island Island Map as well.
PLEASE NOTE: Information you share MAY be included in records or documents considered public access. DO NOT INCLUDE SENSITIVE INFORMATION or ANY information if you have had issues with the GOBLIN MAFIA at any point in history.
I hope this Letter finds you well,
-@cavolfire-the-roasted Overseer of the Brassica Sect of Magic and Territories of Wizard Island Island
“I can not speak on it without the permission of @druidicrepository”
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“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
....heh. I like your confidence.
Fermis fills both glasses, picking one up. He drinks the shot...
*bit take it and a root extends from his arm into it.*
“Hm…. Should have expected…”
*he then freezes*
“I-I-I-‘ll-ll T-take Anoth-th-th-er….”
*his voice dose the robotic equivalent of slurring his speech*
...heh, you sure you can handle it?
Without waiting for an answer, Fermis fills another round for both of them.
“Ye-yes. I ne-e-e-ed this… all-ll of my dea-a-ad children just came ba-a-ack as ghost to tell me not to Bl-l-lame myself…”
*he drinks the next glass*
...hearin' voices? Welcome to the club, buddy, I'm harassed by ghosts 24/7/365... fuck, just trying to ignore their voices makes me need another drink...
Fermis drinks his, refills both glasses, then drinks again. He stares at his now-empty glass for a moment before throwing it aside and drinking from the bottle.
“More”
*he takes the bottle and starts chugging*
“And no, I’m not hearing voices… it was a ritual… unintentional ritual.”
Fermis snatches the bottle back with a surprising amount of force for a blob of dough.
...wait your fucking turn.
He continues to drink.
“Fine”
Fermis keeps drinking before eventually setting the bottle down, around half of a shot remaining in it.
*bit stares at it… then thinks*
“Na… I’m done”
*bit gets up*
....suit yourself.
Fermis pulls out another bottle, but before he can take a drink, he passes out on the ground.
*the second you are out, bit takes the bottle and disappears into a vine gateway. It collapses behind him.*
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
....heh. I like your confidence.
Fermis fills both glasses, picking one up. He drinks the shot...
*bit take it and a root extends from his arm into it.*
“Hm…. Should have expected…”
*he then freezes*
“I-I-I-‘ll-ll T-take Anoth-th-th-er….”
*his voice dose the robotic equivalent of slurring his speech*
...heh, you sure you can handle it?
Without waiting for an answer, Fermis fills another round for both of them.
“Ye-yes. I ne-e-e-ed this… all-ll of my dea-a-ad children just came ba-a-ack as ghost to tell me not to Bl-l-lame myself…”
*he drinks the next glass*
...hearin' voices? Welcome to the club, buddy, I'm harassed by ghosts 24/7/365... fuck, just trying to ignore their voices makes me need another drink...
Fermis drinks his, refills both glasses, then drinks again. He stares at his now-empty glass for a moment before throwing it aside and drinking from the bottle.
“More”
*he takes the bottle and starts chugging*
“And no, I’m not hearing voices… it was a ritual… unintentional ritual.”
Fermis snatches the bottle back with a surprising amount of force for a blob of dough.
...wait your fucking turn.
He continues to drink.
“Fine”
Fermis keeps drinking before eventually setting the bottle down, around half of a shot remaining in it.
*bit stares at it… then thinks*
“Na… I’m done”
*bit gets up*
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
....heh. I like your confidence.
Fermis fills both glasses, picking one up. He drinks the shot...
*bit take it and a root extends from his arm into it.*
“Hm…. Should have expected…”
*he then freezes*
“I-I-I-‘ll-ll T-take Anoth-th-th-er….”
*his voice dose the robotic equivalent of slurring his speech*
...heh, you sure you can handle it?
Without waiting for an answer, Fermis fills another round for both of them.
“Ye-yes. I ne-e-e-ed this… all-ll of my dea-a-ad children just came ba-a-ack as ghost to tell me not to Bl-l-lame myself…”
*he drinks the next glass*
...hearin' voices? Welcome to the club, buddy, I'm harassed by ghosts 24/7/365... fuck, just trying to ignore their voices makes me need another drink...
Fermis drinks his, refills both glasses, then drinks again. He stares at his now-empty glass for a moment before throwing it aside and drinking from the bottle.
“More”
*he takes the bottle and starts chugging*
“And no, I’m not hearing voices… it was a ritual… unintentional ritual.”
Fermis snatches the bottle back with a surprising amount of force for a blob of dough.
...wait your fucking turn.
He continues to drink.
“Fine”
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
....heh. I like your confidence.
Fermis fills both glasses, picking one up. He drinks the shot...
*bit take it and a root extends from his arm into it.*
“Hm…. Should have expected…”
*he then freezes*
“I-I-I-‘ll-ll T-take Anoth-th-th-er….”
*his voice dose the robotic equivalent of slurring his speech*
...heh, you sure you can handle it?
Without waiting for an answer, Fermis fills another round for both of them.
“Ye-yes. I ne-e-e-ed this… all-ll of my dea-a-ad children just came ba-a-ack as ghost to tell me not to Bl-l-lame myself…”
*he drinks the next glass*
...hearin' voices? Welcome to the club, buddy, I'm harassed by ghosts 24/7/365... fuck, just trying to ignore their voices makes me need another drink...
Fermis drinks his, refills both glasses, then drinks again. He stares at his now-empty glass for a moment before throwing it aside and drinking from the bottle.
“More”
*he takes the bottle and starts chugging*
“And no, I’m not hearing voices… it was a ritual… unintentional ritual.”
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
....heh. I like your confidence.
Fermis fills both glasses, picking one up. He drinks the shot...
*bit take it and a root extends from his arm into it.*
“Hm…. Should have expected…”
*he then freezes*
“I-I-I-‘ll-ll T-take Anoth-th-th-er….”
*his voice dose the robotic equivalent of slurring his speech*
...heh, you sure you can handle it?
Without waiting for an answer, Fermis fills another round for both of them.
“Ye-yes. I ne-e-e-ed this… all-ll of my dea-a-ad children just came ba-a-ack as ghost to tell me not to Bl-l-lame myself…”
*he drinks the next glass*
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“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
....heh. I like your confidence.
Fermis fills both glasses, picking one up. He drinks the shot...
*bit take it and a root extends from his arm into it.*
“Hm…. Should have expected…”
*he then freezes*
“I-I-I-‘ll-ll T-take Anoth-th-th-er….”
*his voice dose the robotic equivalent of slurring his speech*
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
....fine, but don't say I didn't warn you...
Fermis mutters under his breath as he fishes out a bottle of vodka from his hat.
Ninety-five percent. Literally takes paint off of walls. A shot of this shit fucks up humans...
He pulls two shot glasses from his hat.
You up for it?
“Ya… I need it.”
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
...if you've never even had alcohol before, there's no way in hell I'm giving you my vodka. I have some, yeah, but the shit's strong enough to peel paint off of walls.... water it is, then.
Fermis pulls a gallon-sized container from his hat, along with a massive candy cane. He waves the candy cane around as if it were a wand, and the container fills with crystal-clear water.
“I can do that to dip shit.”
*up from the ground, roots begin to grow into a giant bowl. Then in that bowl water starts to pour in. Cleaner than yours*
“I need some alcohol”
*he stricken his hand in the water and all of it is absorbed*
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
....shit. You like water, then?
“I drink water….my arm drinks water. You have any… what is a human drink… Vodka?”
“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
...how's your alcohol tolerance? I've got some stuff on me...
Fermis takes his hat off, rummaging through the contents...
“Bad, I…haven’t actually drunk before”
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“Ugh… dose anyone know of where a robot can get a drink?”
*bit holds his head in his plant hand*
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