I am going to use my magic to spear the fish! I cannot stand sitting on this dock any longer!
[ It has been hours. (Has it been?) Grimoire Weiss can indeed tell time but he has grown so sick and tired of fishing that he uses all of his might to launch an all out assault on the fish within the lake. Surely, surely something will be killed and their fishy bodies will come floating up to the surface of the water.
Yet as the grimoire floats over the reflective surface, he is instead pulled in. By my pages?! The swirling waters all but envelope him, and for a moment, he fears that he has been taken in by some undertow. His yells are swallowed up by the waves, but he can't say that he's afraid. Not really. He's a book; he won't die from this, after all.
He comes splashing out onto the street, coughing and soaking wet. Grimoire Weiss puts his hand down -- he puts his hand down -- he puts his hand down.
Okay. Now he's screaming! Why does he have hands?! ]
b. goblin market
Ugh, get that away from me!
[ Grimoire Weiss -- wait, can he still call himself "Grimoire Weiss?" -- slaps away the offered item in annoyance. He stumbles backwards as he is not yet used to walking on two legs. But he refuses to crawl! He may not be the same text of the darkest, most arcane arts, but he still has his pride as --
He stands in the Goblin Market and holds his head in his hands. ]
grimoire weiss | nier: gestalt | witch
I am going to use my magic to spear the fish! I cannot stand sitting on this dock any longer!
[ It has been hours. (Has it been?) Grimoire Weiss can indeed tell time but he has grown so sick and tired of fishing that he uses all of his might to launch an all out assault on the fish within the lake. Surely, surely something will be killed and their fishy bodies will come floating up to the surface of the water.
Yet as the grimoire floats over the reflective surface, he is instead pulled in. By my pages?! The swirling waters all but envelope him, and for a moment, he fears that he has been taken in by some undertow. His yells are swallowed up by the waves, but he can't say that he's afraid. Not really. He's a book; he won't die from this, after all.
He comes splashing out onto the street, coughing and soaking wet. Grimoire Weiss puts his hand down -- he puts his hand down -- he puts his hand down.
Okay. Now he's screaming! Why does he have hands?! ]
b. goblin market
Ugh, get that away from me!
[ Grimoire Weiss -- wait, can he still call himself "Grimoire Weiss?" -- slaps away the offered item in annoyance. He stumbles backwards as he is not yet used to walking on two legs. But he refuses to crawl! He may not be the same text of the darkest, most arcane arts, but he still has his pride as --
He stands in the Goblin Market and holds his head in his hands. ]
I want to go home.
[ This is the WORST! ]
c. wildcard
[ He's a book turned human. Have at it! ]