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Alix nods. "Alright." He smiled slightly. "Anything good you want to talk about?" He tilted his head curiously. "Or would you like to hear what Tumble and I have been doing?"
Amelie is sitting on the floor of their apartment, painting some fractals on the wall with neon paint. Their hair is put up into a messy bun and several paintbrushes are stuck in it.
"Sinclair,where the fuck have you been-Oops¡! Hii what brings you here,friend??¿?"
their tone goes from seriously thereathening to sweet and friendly in seconds after the eyes in their hair notice that the person in front of them is,in fact,not Sinclair.
#tma rp#avatar of the spiral#original character#doors are wrong#amelie the spiral avatar#tma oc rp#tma rp blog#oc rp blog#tma oc#oc rp
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Alix hissed, sounding like a displeased cat. "I am now very glad I tormented that Dark Priest." He grinned, his teeth way too sharp and way too many. "Should have killed him when I had the chance." He looked at Amelie. "Would you like a hug?"
Amelie is sitting on the floor of their apartment, painting some fractals on the wall with neon paint. Their hair is put up into a messy bun and several paintbrushes are stuck in it.
"Sinclair,where the fuck have you been-Oops¡! Hii what brings you here,friend??¿?"
their tone goes from seriously thereathening to sweet and friendly in seconds after the eyes in their hair notice that the person in front of them is,in fact,not Sinclair.
#tma rp#avatar of the spiral#original character#tma oc#doors are wrong#oc rp#amelie the spiral avatar#tma rp blog#oc rp blog#tma oc rp
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"Learning to control myself, nothing exciting." His eyes narrowed. "What the fuck has been going on? Almost mauled by a Hunter? A fucking Dark Priest?" He growled, clearly upset. His form splintered slightly, cracks spreading along his figure. "And saw your sibling get spiraled again?"
His form started to pull apart before Alix pulled himself back into his body, still upset but quite literally holding himself together.
Amelie is sitting on the floor of their apartment, painting some fractals on the wall with neon paint. Their hair is put up into a messy bun and several paintbrushes are stuck in it.
"Sinclair,where the fuck have you been-Oops¡! Hii what brings you here,friend??¿?"
their tone goes from seriously thereathening to sweet and friendly in seconds after the eyes in their hair notice that the person in front of them is,in fact,not Sinclair.
#tma rp#avatar of the spiral#original character#doors are wrong#tma oc#oc rp#amelie the spiral avatar
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"Hey Amelie!" Alix said happily. "I've missed you, so I popped over to talk!" He smiled widely, his eyes bright pink and neon yellow. "So, what's been going on?" He sat down on the air, perched on nothing.
Amelie is sitting on the floor of their apartment, painting some fractals on the wall with neon paint. Their hair is put up into a messy bun and several paintbrushes are stuck in it.
"Sinclair,where the fuck have you been-Oops¡! Hii what brings you here,friend??¿?"
their tone goes from seriously thereathening to sweet and friendly in seconds after the eyes in their hair notice that the person in front of them is,in fact,not Sinclair.
#tma rp#avatar of the spiral#original character#doors are wrong#tma oc#oc rp#amelie the spiral avatar
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The triangles splinter into little shards, ripping in Father Roedan's clothing, slicing open little cuts in his skin. "If you don't get out, you might get lost!" Alix's voice echoed throughout the maelstrom of sharp-edged shapes, winding its way throughout the area.
"I'd try to run if I were you, Dark Priest!"
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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Alix's laughter follows Father Roedan down, twisting and turning through the dark tunnel. Suddenly, the tunnel lights up with a harsh, artificial glow, the darkness shrinking away. Everything is bright and loud, Father Roedan surrounded by whirling neon triangles.
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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Laughter, a wild, splintered sound echoes throughout the area. The figure in the looking-glass distorts, contorting into a mockery of the human figure. "I am home." Suddenly, everything is bright lights and whirling shapes. "Don't Trust Anything!" The phrase repeated over and over, driving itself into Father Roedan's head.
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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Alix laughed, a wild sound of frenzied joy. He reached down and picked up a tendril of darkness, squashing it. He looked at Father Roedan, his form splintering and fracturing, turning into a whirling maelstrom of abstract shapes. "I am Alix, Child of The Tumbling Madness. You think you can scare me?"
And reality cracked, pulling the both of them into a dimension of mirrors and moving staircases, flashing lights and insane music, a broken reality. "Welcome to Wonderland!"
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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"What use is there in prayer to mad gods?" Alix questioned, tilting his head like a bird. "Especially if they never answer." His grin widened, much larger than should be possible. His eyes glowed bright as searchlights. "The new gods have been usurped by the old, endlessly repeating the cycle of power."
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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"Alix." He shakes Father Roedan's hand, his eyes glowing brighter. Alix grins, like a cat who'd caught its prey. His hand tightens on Father Roedan's slightly before he lets go, still grinning. "It's quite dark in here." He notes.
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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"I was bored." Alix shrugged. "I've heard this town has some interesting characters, and so I decided to see what all the fuss was about." Alix is wearing a yellow coat so bright it almost glows in the darkness of the church. "Say, what's your name?" He asked, grinning.
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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Alix walked into the church, whistling merrily, his eyes glowing dimly. "Hellooooo!" He called brightly. "Is anyone there?"
No one comes to the Father's church after dark. Unless they are very brave or very foolish, and most of the longtime townsfolk are neither. Outsiders, however, are a different matter entirely.
He's just snuffed out the last candle on the altar when he hears one walk in.
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This is currently the form I wear most!
((SORRY NOT SORRY I WANT TO START A SEPARATE POST FOR ALL THE SPIRALS BECAUSE IT'S FUN))
picrew
@eyes-that-decieve (You can do Tal!!)
@doors-are-wrong
@masks-and-spirals
@vast-spiral
@3ris-d1st0rtionnn
@visceralfractal
@the-spiral-doctor
@residentsofhollowville
@the-fog-isnt-real
@abyssiot (do Mich 🔪)
((And any other spirallings I missed))
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Everyone, meet Alix, the most indecisive bastard ever. Hey! He can't even decide on one set form, but this is the one he uses the most.
[Anyone is welcome to join]
OOC: rp character picrew chain!!!
https://toon-me-picrew.carrd.co/
No pressure tags:
@abyssiot @archivalassistantriaan @lambstoth3slaughter @quinn-does-radio @jinxedbooks @bolton-buried
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Alright! See you soon!
Feeling like getting into trouble¡!!!!¡!!¡!
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Trapping people in an alternate reality where everything is slightly off? Sounds like fun!
Feeling like getting into trouble¡!!!!¡!!¡!
#tma rp#creation of the spiral#avatar of the spiral#oc rp#tma oc#doors are wrong#original characters
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Hello! Heyo! So, what mischief shall we get up to?
Feeling like getting into trouble¡!!!!¡!!¡!
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