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CalliopeVale
Hi! So disclaimer, I'm not a helper, but I might be able to help a little.
So the grove isn't currently open. It's mainly open during pushes. Also a lot of times with scraps you can ask Merltun (
here) about information, but if you think you have the answer then you generally try the fusion and see if it works!
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CalliopeVale
Hi! So disclaimer, I'm not a helper, but I might be able to help a little.
So the grove isn't currently open. It's mainly open during pushes. Also a lot of times with scraps you can ask Merltun (
here) about information, but if you think you have the answer then you generally try the fusion and see if it works!
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pikammd
Ah, thank you! Both for the helpful advice on openings and for the information I was asking about. Sounds like I need to get on the pinglist, then, because I have no kits.
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pikammd
Ah, thank you! Both for the helpful advice on openings and for the information I was asking about. Sounds like I need to get on the pinglist, then, because I have no kits.
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CalliopeVale Glad I could be of assistance, and correct! For not you can ping Java to get on the pinglist, and I look forward to seeing your progress when the brambles open again! =D
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CalliopeVale Glad I could be of assistance, and correct! For not you can ping Java to get on the pinglist, and I look forward to seeing your progress when the brambles open again! =D
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JavaMP
Sorry for the bother, but did my Qirin ever get figured out?
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JavaMP
Sorry for the bother, but did my Qirin ever get figured out?
Desperately saving up for next week, oml
Also - as a little bonus, I translated the Glitch Kitsune's kitdex text. c:
We Are Friend. We Like The Foolish. We Like You. Do You Like Us?
Desperately saving up for next week, oml
Also - as a little bonus, I translated the Glitch Kitsune's kitdex text. c:
We Are Friend. We Like The Foolish. We Like You. Do You Like Us?
Oml me too! I didn't save as much as I hoped but I'mma try my best. xD
Sweeeet thanks for translating! I totally like you a lot. :3
Oml me too! I didn't save as much as I hoped but I'mma try my best. xD
Sweeeet thanks for translating! I totally like you a lot. :3
can I be added to the pinglist please?
can I be added to the pinglist please?
I know I'm excited - have a fun week, everyone! (I was so excited I wrote a little more lore, oops.)
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Vessel was not born, merely created. From ambition, from bones and mud and nightshade and wrath, so much wrath. No clan would welcome in a creature made of ooze, who's voice stumbles and cuts through itself like patchwork. A creation who's eyes hold all the light and depth of a dead fish, beached and long-dead upon the shore.
If not for Neo, she would have likely followed a similar road to the antagonist in her book. Something about a scientist and his creation. His monster, rather – he is oh so fond of that phrase. Vessel sees her own monster, now; a shape through the mist, collapsing into the wispy, fleeting visions of eyes and teeth. The nameless Banshee stares back at her hungrily, with whirling pools for eyes.
It says nothing. It doesn’t need to.
Soon, it will be time.
[i]We are fashioned creatures, but half made up.[/i] The book says. [i]It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.[/i]
[i]Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?[/i]
Vessel reads her book, waiting. Her Frankenstein watches over her shoulder, unreadable, unmoving. Does it, like her, see itself in the pages? Or is she surrendering to her own foolishness, chasing an impossible dream through the mountains of hell?
One way or another, this shall end.
[i]Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it. [/i]
She lingers there for a long moment, for reasons she will never be able to explain. Then, she picks up her book, tucks it safely away, and waits patiently for the brambles to part. If she is wrong, then Neo will be her salvation.
If she is right, then she cannot afford not to try.
I know I'm excited - have a fun week, everyone! (I was so excited I wrote a little more lore, oops.)
Vessel was not born, merely created. From ambition, from bones and mud and nightshade and wrath, so much wrath. No clan would welcome in a creature made of ooze, who's voice stumbles and cuts through itself like patchwork. A creation who's eyes hold all the light and depth of a dead fish, beached and long-dead upon the shore.
If not for Neo, she would have likely followed a similar road to the antagonist in her book. Something about a scientist and his creation. His monster, rather – he is oh so fond of that phrase. Vessel sees her own monster, now; a shape through the mist, collapsing into the wispy, fleeting visions of eyes and teeth. The nameless Banshee stares back at her hungrily, with whirling pools for eyes.
It says nothing. It doesn’t need to.
Soon, it will be time.
We are fashioned creatures, but half made up. The book says.
It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
Vessel reads her book, waiting. Her Frankenstein watches over her shoulder, unreadable, unmoving. Does it, like her, see itself in the pages? Or is she surrendering to her own foolishness, chasing an impossible dream through the mountains of hell?
One way or another, this shall end.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
She lingers there for a long moment, for reasons she will never be able to explain. Then, she picks up her book, tucks it safely away, and waits patiently for the brambles to part. If she is wrong, then Neo will be her salvation.
If she is right, then she cannot afford not to try.