steel-thy-shxvel

[steel-thy-shxvel]

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((Also for those curious, i’m sorry about the absence. Life has been kicking me in the butt. I’m currently trying to round out my Roleplay blogs and such. Plus just getting back into rolelpaying in general. So hopefully good Ol’ SK will make a comeback.))

((If life can stop being a bitch.))

[steel-thy-shxvel]

“But of course, young one! Tis my duty as a knight to help those in need!”

open rp

* the child wiped his tears away, and attempted to smile.

“y-you will…? t-thank you!”

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As he got closer, he than got a better look at the child. A young goat child? While Shovel Knight has seen his fare share of anthropomorphic animals, he’d never seen this one before.

“Oh dear. Don’t worry, child. I shall guide you through these woods.”

open rp

* the small child looked up at the stranger. He examined him the best he could through his tears.

“ i a-am, y-yes. I have no idea where i-i am,,, ”

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Shovel Knight didn’t know what could be lurking around in the darkness of the forest. It could be anything. He held his shovel blade defensively, waiting for something to strike. Although, what he got was certainly not what he expected. He heard the small cry from the distance. Could it be a child, lost within the darkness of the forest. He quickly rushed over the where the sound was coming from, hoping nothing would go awry and the person calling out in the darkness wouldn’t get in harms way.

Soon enough, he saw a small figure in the darkness and fog. He couldn’t quite make it out, but he walked forward none the less.

“Young one, what are you doing here? Are you lost?”

open rp

*A faint whimper could be heard from the forest, it was dark and foggy, but a small white spot could be made out in the darkness. It was a child, a small one. He was scared of the darkness that surrounded him, he had always been a cry baby. He cried out for someone to bring him light, but alas it was a pointless venture, up until he heard something cracking like footsteps on firecrackers.

“h-hello…?”

* He cried out hoping for a response

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“Hm, tis a shame that I wasn’t included...”

“Although, i’m proud for everyone who was included for such a wonderful event! The fact that I was even considered is something I could have never imagined! I am happy for those who were included in Smash, and I will be cheering them on!”

“My fellow smashers, this is for you! I will await until I join you, if I ever do, although until that day comes I will watch in excitement as I see you all duke it out in such an amazing event! I cheer for those who have succeed, and to those like me who were given the gift of having such loyal fans!”

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What’s this? Was this skeleton speaking? Shovel Knight had never seen a walking skeleton that had a grasp on the English language before! They usually just tried to kill you. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

“O-oh. My apologies, good sir knight. I’ve never really seen a person of your caliber before.”

«Huh?  Is something wrong?»

That stop mid-sentence indeed had him concerned.  It’s like he saw a ghost.  …or a walking, talking skeletal humanoid.  Of course!  Not everybody’s used to seeing things like him around.  Especially one that isn’t trying to eat people’s brains, though that’s more of a zombie thing than a skeleton thing.  Reassuring him that he isn’t here for any sinister purposes might be a good idea.

«It’s-It’s alright!  Despite not having any skin or organs, I’m a noble knight myself.»

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Shovel Knight jumped up a tad in surprise. The voice was coming from behind him and it was one he’d never heard before. He thought it must have been a villager who wanted to ask how he was doing protecting The Plains.

“Quite well, good sir! I would say that everything is-”

Shovel Knight than recoiled in horror. A walking skeleton in a suit of armor?! This was something Shovel Knight was used to seeing, but not outside The Lich Yard! What was going on?!

@steel-thy-shxvel liked that post from last night.

«Ah, finally!  A fellow knight.  It’s been such a long time.»

Dan mumbled with relief.  It seemed like noblemen like himself weren’t around anymore, but boy, was he proven wrong.  Though this one’s choice in weaponry was…questionable.  A shovel?  Guess that works, but it’s still unusual.

He cupped his bony hands around his mouth and called out to the azure knight.

«OI!  HOW GOES YOUR BATTLE AGAINST THE FORCES OF EVIL?»

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“Dream...Land?”

Shovel Knight took out his map, and looked at it curiously.

“Oh dear me, I seem to have taken far off course. Oh my. I don’t see such a place marked on this map!”

Shovel Knight rubbed his neck nervously and chuckled. “I guess my sense of adventure overtook my sense of direction! Hehe!”

Who Says Shovelry is Dead? (Open RP)

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“May I say a hearty good luck to Mr. Cloud Strife on this night! Hahaha! Hahaha!”

“Oh good sir Sakurai you are certainly a tease...”

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“I feel privileged that I am given the chance to stand alongside other adventurers in this magnificent endeavor!”

“Let us just pray to the gods it actually happens...”

Indivisible’s Shovel Knight rendition has been revealed. FOR SHOVELRY!!!

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Pranks? Oh dear, that didn’t sound good. Shovel Knight never took kindly to mischievous folk. So he continued to interrogate the man.

“State your business, Jack! I am the protector of these lands, and I won’t hesitate to stop you if you are up to no good!”

The Headless-prankster hath sprung forth!

“Do you know who I am?” He somehow took offense to that. To think of all people, he’d never heard of him before. “I HAPPEN to be important. I’m called Jack, the guy who brings pranks among Endsville. You heard?”

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“Indeed! Let us continue!” Shovel Knight put his Ichor away, and continued through. Looking out for anything that might happen. Making sure to slow down a tad, for Siegmeyer’s sake. As he walked, they passed by a forest’s worth of dead, tall, obsidian black trees. Reaching up to the heavens, as if to grab any angels that would fall and pull them into the earth. And gravestones, marking the lives of those who died in this very place.

“Be on the lookout, Siegmeyer. God knows what could be lurking in this desolate land.”

“I’ll be fine in a few, don’t you worry too much. A little running can’t slow me down! Figuratively speaking, of course. Ahahahahaha-HAHAhahahahaha!”

It was true, in a way. Despite being out of breath and tired, Siegmeyer had no real need to simply “give up” then and there. As much as he wanted to take a nap, getting back to Lordran where he belonged was a higher priority.

“Hmmf- anyways- let’s continue. Shall we?”

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This made Shovel Knight even more suspicious. The aggressive nature of this...person, made Shovel Knight even more defensive.

“I asked you to identify yourself!” Shovel Knight held his Shovel out, prepared to use it if he needed to.

The Headless-prankster hath sprung forth!

While jack was getting prepared for Halloween, he made sure to not be seen after his last attempt. It took him a long time to get out of the underworld when Grim banished him there.

However, when hearing upon the voice that calls him. He thought it was Grim for a second before he heard it clearly. And he wasn’t in the mood to have a nice chat.

“What!? You never seen a pumpkin headed figure before?”

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The Headless-prankster hath sprung forth!

By the Troupple King’s Stem! What on Earth was this?! Was this a common villager, wearing a pumpkin on his head?! No, Shovel Knight could tell from the burning glow from within the gourd, this was no mere villager. Something rubbed Shovel Knight the wrong way, so he held out his shovel defensively and spoke.

“H-Halt! Who goes there?! Identify yourself!”

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“In my honest opinion, I would consider this situation as such. It’s better that you are in peak condition before we continue on. With such fatigue things could go awry very quickly. However the choice is yours, my friend. If you do not wish to take the Ichor I can understand and we can continue as normal.”

Shovel Knight understood where Siegmeyer was coming from. It is best to save these things for dire situations. And this choice would be very risk vs reward. Then again, so would not taking it. Either way, as Shovel Knight said himself, the choice was in his hands.

“No- no, don’t you worry, I’ll be alright. I don’t need to go using up your resources like that.” Having caught his breath, he pushes away from the spot he’d been heavily leaning against.

“I’ve no need for your Ichor- for I, myself, have my own little bottle. Though… we refer to it as estus. Only necessary in dire situations. Your Ichor should be treated the same way.”

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Shovel Knight thought for a moment, taking in the situation. So he thought of something! Others would think this would be a foolish choice to waste something like this, however Shovel Knight should have realized that this man would have needed a break a long time ago. So in return, he reached into his inventory and took out his Troupple Chalice.

“Here. Drink this! It should be enough to rejuvenate you. I have faith that bestowing this upon you will not be a waste of the Ichor.”

“Yes- yes, I… Just need a moment to catch my breath, is all.” He manages to say inbetween heavy pants.

By then, hands rest on his thighs, the only thing keeping him from crumbling over and possibly succumbing to a nap rather than standing and venturing on. By the Gods, when did he get so old? Or maybe it was all in the mind.

“I can’t r-recall the last time I ever ran so far without some rest. Hah-ff… It must sound silly. A knight that can barely run as much as he talks.”