#notquitepurevessel

[hallowknighted-blog]

@notquitepurevessel

There is something dark in the lake.

And it is just a lake; just a little quiet place on the border between two kingdoms that they’re staying in to try and get used to their new...situation. It had come as more than a bit of a shock to them--not so much the breathing underwater, but the fact that they were no longer a vessel. It wasn’t the first time they’d been turned into something else in the city, but...the city’s changed around them too, this time.

They can’t hear the void. They can’t tell where their siblings are, if they survived...whatever happened. They’re trying not to think about it, but it’s harder now to ignore.

Not many have reacted well to their ‘true’ form so far, but this one strikes them as different. A pale figure on the shore. Not terribly familiar to them at first, but they decide to take a somewhat closer look, swimming up nearer to the surface, staying carefully out of range of any attacks.

The other might notice a low humming coming from the pure black creature in the water, a faint whisper without any real intent to it--though something about it might seem tremendously familiar...

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@notquitepurevessel || Fantasia Starter

Turns out Beasts don’t like having their food stolen from them any more than he liked it. But he was hungry. And it smelled good. And now he was running for his life. With a pack of slavering Beasts at his heels.

Granted, it was probably the wrapped meat he was carrying that allowed them to track him so easily. He could theoretically ditch it and keep running and hope they don’t care enough for an of revenge with their prize repossessed. But he didn’t waaaannttt toooo--

A snap at his heels and he instantly threw the still-hot chunk of meat at his feet and scrammed. Near-instantly, the sound of howling ceased, and the ferocious pack of... two?! There were only two of them?!

Staring behind him as he ran, he didn’t notice Hollow until he plowed into their chest. Didn’t matter. Turns out his chasers wanted revenge.

Muttering swears under his breath, he grabbed the ‘stranger’ by the arm (fuzzy...) and yoinked them into a nearby narow alley with him. Didn’t need this person squealing on him. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up,” he angrily whispered, tightening his grip on the other’s arm in command, though likely he was making more noise than the other as the other Beastkin passed by and he held his breath as they halted heart-stoppingly close to the entrance. It felt like forever before the one lingering finally turned away with a snarl and a skitter of paws.

[homncli]

     ‘   oh, it’s you, hollow!   ’   it’s been some time since she had met the tall bug - like creature again. how long ... exactly? she couldn’t remember at all, but the sight of them brought a smile to her face and a touch of delight to warm the gem upon her chest ( metaphorically speaking - that’d be dangerous if it did! ) careful with the short start in her step as she bound closer to them, she looked up, her bag snug on her shoulder as it was tightly kept to her side.   ‘   your hands ...   ’

she raised her own as she spoke once again,   ‘   are they better now?   ’   the concern in her voice was evident, and clear teal eyes searched to spot the subject in question.   ‘   i know i ended up leaving so soon after helping you ... but i had hoped you were able to heal just fine afterwards -   ’   as if she remembered something, cardia clapped her hands once and she began to shift the items around in her shoulder bag, ah! found it ... soon a simple dark blue fabric was drawn out, adjusting it some, it’s now more noticeable as a scarf. she smiled softly as she held it up to them,   ‘   i also ... sewed you something that same day. i was hoping to bump into you every now and then to give it to you. d - don’t worry! i made sure it was clean and taken care of everyday ... !   ’

@notquitepurevessel​  /  liked for a starter!

[needlenailed-blog]

Ah. It's a Hornet they see! They're going to lightly loom over her to see what she's up to. They still don't have a definition of personal space.

Frankly, she doesn’t blame them for their…rather close…interest. She’s strung the odd, rubbery cord that replaced her thread when she was dropped here between two trees, and is hanging by her knees from it, reading a library book about the history of Yesteryear. She must look quite the odd sight, even with her cloak tucked carefully so it doesn’t fall over her face.

“Hello there, Hollow,” she greets them. “If you would like to read, I can come down from here.”

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@notquitepurevessel

Truth be told, he’s a little worried about the Hollow Knight. It’s not usually in his nature to worry and fuss overmuch, but in a world at war...

Well. He’s sure the vessel can handle themselves in combat, but it probably wouldn’t hurt for them to see a familiar face...well, for a given value of familiar face. (He wonders how he’s going to recognise them, if they’ve changed the way he has. Actually, he wonders how they’re going to recognise him.)

Still, there’s nothing to do but forge ahead and do what he can. So he proceeds into what he’s painfully aware would be considered hostile territory, attempting to look as friendly and peaceable as possible (which, fortunately, isn’t that much of an effort). He dodges particularly grouchy guards, and because it’s in his nature to be helpful, he runs a few errands and helps a few people before moving on in case that’s viewed as suspicious, too.

It’s pure luck that his search doesn’t take more than a few days. These kingdoms are large and busy and somewhat confusing, and even a traveler like himself needs to get his bearings .

There are so many people with horns here. But he takes a guess based on body language and coloration, and hopes he’s right.

“My tall friend! You’re looking rather different now. Is that really you?”

At least his voice is still the same. That helps, probably.

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Human Hollow lets out a distressed tone– they hated seeing their little sibling like this…! They’re not going to leave them. Not at all. Never.

They glance with distress at the ‘copies.’ They want their sibling to be safe– they can deal with this pain– it was most of their life up to this point. But not Ghost’s….

Human Hollow blinks, as some new sound has reached their ears. Is that… screeching…?

True Hollow nods at their Ghost. Yeah– their human alter is deep in panic. That would be wise. You know yourself best, even if it’s a different y– wait. What’s that?

True Hollow also heard screeching in the distance. It sounds… not unfamiliar??? They pad to the cave mouth and stick their head outside.

…Sibling, we have Hornets inbound. Our sibling looks…. irate, I think?

Hollow retreats back inside, sitting the middle of the cave entrance so anyone wanting to get past will have to squeeze by one of their sides.

@needlenailed​

Hornet of Hallownest wonders, with a sort of detached horror, if this how she would have reacted had she been stricken with the plague. The human, Hornet Deepweaver, was rational enough when the true Hornet found her, but she soon complained of a headache and grew frightened to the point of bolting, making a run for the newly de-fogged region of Yesteryear. It’s been a protracted chase since then - both have speed and stamina in abundance, and while Deepweaver has the advantage of apparently having been this way before, the bug Hornet has experience forging shortcuts through forests, and can come unscathed out of long falls and patches of briars that would leave a human crippled or bleeding.

Deepweaver, panting, dashes through a long fissure in a half-fallen courtyard wall appearing suddenly out of the mist. There’s something screaming in her head, just like the bug - the other her? - had asked about and if the two aren’t connected she’ll eat her quarterstaff, provided she can ever get back home and find it again. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but the small sharp footsteps behind her have not let up, not even for a second, if that Hallownest Hornet is still chasing her then she must have a reason, she must want to kill her, she must–

The human makes a decision.

Spotting a sturdy-looking branch on the ground, she suddenly stops and turns, whipping the branch up into a guard position. To her credit, the true Hornet on her heels reacts in time to lead with her - is that a giant toothpick? Whatever it is, it meets Deepweaver’s improvised weapon with a crack of wood on wood, and then they’re fighting and what few thoughts the human could force through her brain are driven out by instinct, adrenaline, and a kind of deep and powerful rage that seems to come from somewhere outside herself.

With a traditional Deepnest battle-cry to match the volume of the human Hornet’s wordless shout, the former Protector of Hallownest pushes her duplicate back, into the ruined city proper. A pang resonates through her chest at how very similar this looks to Greenpath, or certain parts of the City of Tears, but no - no time for that, only for two quick blocks and a lunge, and sweep to the side to turn back the human’s predictable sidestep and downward counterstrike.

Without warning, Hornet Deepweaver pushes the bug into a bind, using her slight height advantage to bear down on the other’s toothpick. The true Hornet finds herself pushed one step back, then two, then-

The ground crumbles from beneath her feet. She only barely manages to grab at that rubbery string with her magic, whipping it around the human’s ankle to drag her down as well. The human screams in surprise and fury, though the drop is not long, nor is it a free fall - the pair of them tumble down a steep dusty slope, branches tangled in jumprope and cloak, toothpick splinters caught on a coat button until they roll to a stop in the tunnel below and extricate themselves from each other.

“What - who - shut up!” Hornet Deepweaver snarls, half to herself as she clutches her head again with a grimace of pain, half directed at -

“Hollow!” The true Hornet’s birth-cursed sibling sits blocking the tunnel’s entrance with their enormous horns. She has to make her situation clear to them as fast as she can.

“She is - me, from Spirale in some other place and time, yet I cannot think but that the Light’s taken her - her tears bear no tint of plague, but her fear and anger, her broken mind - those are not of herself, Hollow, she has dreamed!”

Both Hornets hardly notice the other three before throwing themselves at each other again, in some wood-bladed, desperate mockery of nailplay.

@hallowknighted​

...True Ghost is more than familiar with that particular brand of yelling, and they tense up halfway as they reach for their double. Human Ghost raises their head a bit off of their sibling’s arm and looks around in confusion, obviously not recognizing it--until they hear another scream and leap to their feet, fists clenched.

Neither need to be told who’s coming, as the two Hornets tumble into the tunnel with them. Human Ghost snatches up the scrap metal again, gradually approaching the combatants as if wanting to jump in and aid their sister. True Ghost stiffens at Hornet’s words and violently shakes their head, though they don’t know if their Hornet can see.

If the true Hornet thought her double was infected, she could kill her, and according to the message, then both of them would die. Ghost wouldn’t let that happen.

But they had to worry about their own double leaping into the fray and possibly overpowering the true Hornet themself. True Ghost quickly runs towards their double, and Human Ghost whirls to face them with wide, frantic eyes. True Ghost knows their toothpick won’t do much, but they pull it out anyway. They just need to serve as a distraction.

Sibling Hollow! A wave of urgency is projected with their mental words to their sibling. Grab the human! They must be stopped before they kill each other!

> @notquitepurevessel​

[hollow-memes-blog]

[ Hey mate, do ya know any HK RP blogs? Been having a bad time searching for some. ]

I know many my child

In fact I’m 99% sure you follow mine

Whats that? Link  E V E R Y hk blog I know of off the top of my head? Okay!!

@throughscarleteyes

@knightofivory

@tisotle

@jellyfish-vibes

@of-bug-and-beast

@sothequeensays

@palevvyrm.

@learnedwanderer

@needlenailed

@dungtastic-knight​

@notquitepurevessel​

@embrtrick​

@kismettle​

@flamesrising

GO MY CHILD

FOLLOW ALL THESE TALENTED PEOPLE  they deserve 

all the love.

I also have one but it’s not here

[isolaradiale]

K, let's try this again-- Acting on previous sent reservation, here's the Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight applying to get in! App can be found under the App page located on the sidebar left of the blog.

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 162!

You’ll be able to use Shade Dash 5 times a day!

You’ll be given a wooden blade!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra

[hallowknighted-blog]

@notquitepurevessel

The Void would always remain, at its core, a cohesive whole, regardless of how many pieces it was splintered into by a Wyrm trying to play god. The Void would always know itself, and its fragments would always know each other, and hear their silent voices.

It’s because of such a connection to the void that Ghost finds themself knocked out of their meditative state sitting on their bed by what amounts to a deafening, overpowering scream of agony and terror from inside their head.

They violently startle upright, then double over, clutching at their head. The void inside of them is crying out in a way they haven’t felt since arriving; the way they’d only felt when passing by the Black Egg, as loud as the scream that had guided them back to Hallownest in the first place.

But...why? Why are they suddenly feeling this? Why does it feel like their shell is going to burst from the inside, cracking and breaking into a million pieces? There is no void here, not in this city.

There has to be a reason. They jump up off their bed and bolt out the door, allowing the twists of agonized empathy from within to guide them to the source.

It doesn’t take them long to find it.

Startled people are already running from the scene, and they see the leaking void before they even reach the source of it. The other vessel is almost obscured by the darkness, but...Ghost can make out their large, majestic horns, their ratty cloak...

And they stop in their tracks, a yard away. ...How is this possible?

It’s the spitting image of the statue in the City of Tears, the one that had stood proud and melancholy over the fountain with the rain pouring down making it seem as if it were eternally weeping for the dying kingdom it was meant to save. This vessel is more run-down, shell cracked and missing an arm, but it’s undoubtedly the Hollow Knight.

Ghost’s insides twist in an entirely different way. Why are they here? Shouldn’t they still be in the Black Egg? ...should Ghost leave them? They don’t have a name for the feeling, but looking down at them, the pure vessel, the perfect one who had been allowed to grow and fulfill its purpose...it makes them deeply uncomfortable.

Though it’s hard to envy a creature that looks in as much pain as they do.

They roughly swipe away their pesky emotions and kneel down near the leaking vessel, not daring to touch them, but instead focusing hard on radiating out a sense of comfort and companionship towards their fellow void-kin, hoping to calm them down.

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notquitepurevessel replied to your post: …People are getting a lot of messages about this,...

-SCREAMS IN VOID-

Sibling Hollow, do you know what that means?

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[text]: are you in the place with the strange creatures [text]: round like fun goons [text]: i want to know if you are safe

[hallowknighted-blog]

Character shaming: "Tries to be intimidating when their height works against them. You look like an Grub trying to be angry, sibling Ghost."

Give my character a "character shaming" label

How had their sibling learned to handwrite that well?--Oh, right.

That’s less of a concern than the sign itself. Ghost immediately proves the point by throwing down the sign and stomping their foot, crossing their arms.

Not all of us get to be as tall as a house, they project to their sibling, with a thread of irritation.

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notquitepurevessel replied to your post: 

advantages of having fellow created beings for friends: hollow won’t care.

but ... but SHE’D care ;___;

[hallowknighted-blog]

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

They’re surprised, at first--yes, they’d explained to Hollow what a hug was, but they hadn’t expected Hollow to actually reciprocate like this. 

...Hollow’s so much taller than them, it’s kind of funny. At least they’ve knelt down so the two are closer in height, and Ghost finds it’s actually kind of comforting to be hugged by someone so much larger. They do their best to hug back, wrapping their arms as best they can and pressing their head against Hollow’s chest.

It’s not exactly warm at all, but it is the nature of the void to want to stay together, and that includes vessels wanting to be near each other. A silent hum of contentment passes to Hollow, and they’re fine with staying like that for a little bit.

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Examine! Hollow's cracked shell

Give my character an object to examine

...It’s like something inside of them is weeping when they look at it.

They know what caused the break, of course. Only something really major could have caused a crack like this that had not yet healed. How long has Hollow been living with it? Ghost can practically feel it, the line of pain traced along their own shell near their eye. 

The Void hates Her.

It is the antithesis to everything She is, was, ever could be. Every fiber of it is repulsed from Her light. They are two forces that will always be opposite, no matter how much effort is made to make them coexist in a single space. The space would give out before these powers did, and this was proof.

But as they trail a finger gently down the break, they can’t help but feel like it’s not just the Void that has them this upset over it. No, it’s personal. Which is strange, since they’ve never had anything ‘personal’, in any sense, but this makes their insides writhe and burn with the thought of Her having so badly damaged their sibling. 

Their only gratification is that, in Hollow’s eyes, Ghost had already defeated Her.

Ghost only wishes they’d had the chance to see it through for themself.