She nods repeatedly, still grinning ear to ear. "Yes, absolutely! Today's gonna be the day- I'm sure of it!" She gets up, producing her book and quickly glancing through it before putting it back in her satchel.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Been to the Gnarly Desert once before. If memory serves, was only there for about a week, though."
Merabelle continues to watch her work, and continues to encourage her with every step she makes.
"Hmm, interesting, where'd ya learn that song?"
She continues for a while, making one spark or two or occasionally three, repeating this for about a half-hour... and then it happens. The effect only lasts for a second- a shower of dozens of little electric blue sparks that extends from her hand, glittering like stars for the briefest moment as they sail about ten feet away from her. Then, as quickly as she created it, the instant effect of prestidigitation disappears. She is silent for a few seconds, still in awe.
He thinks for a moment, his chin resting on his calloused hand. "I heard it on the radio, I think. Heard it a few times over that week, actually."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
There's breathing is panicked, his hands shaking rather badly.
"Deep breathe in, deep breathe out please." The Doctor says.
He tries to but fails, covering his ears
The Doctor sighs and taps a few buttons on his computer. Any magic, telepathy, or anything of the sort is suddenly cut off inside of the building.
He still keeps his ears covered, knees up to his chest
"Hmm." It watches for a moment before standing up and walking over. With a quick flick of his wrist, a needle is injected into Theren, a sedative.
Theren slumps into Lores arms, limp.
The Doctor shoos Lore out and carries Theren into an operating room. Over several hours, he has opened Theren up, searching him for any issue in his muscles, brain, face, organs, everything. He then runs him through a MRI.
Inside his head in a black goop that envelops part of his brain. It cant be removed.
*Btw, gtg to lunch. I'll be back in 30ish minutes*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There's breathing is panicked, his hands shaking rather badly.
"Deep breathe in, deep breathe out please." The Doctor says.
He tries to but fails, covering his ears
The Doctor sighs and taps a few buttons on his computer. Any magic, telepathy, or anything of the sort is suddenly cut off inside of the building.
He still keeps his ears covered, knees up to his chest
"Hmm." It watches for a moment before standing up and walking over. With a quick flick of his wrist, a needle is injected into Theren, a sedative.
Theren slumps into Lores arms, limp.
The Doctor shoos Lore out and carries Theren into an operating room. Over several hours, he has opened Theren up, searching him for any issue in his muscles, brain, face, organs, everything. He then runs him through a MRI.
Inside his head in a black goop that envelops part of his brain. It cant be removed.
*Btw, gtg to lunch. I'll be back in 30ish minutes*
"Hmmm." He begins to try every possible way he can. He uses magic, using actual scalpels, using wards and sigils, using elemental magic.
"Of course child. It will take some time and my hypothesis may change over time if you are willing to work with me and have patience."
The Herald decides not to use the shadows, as it seems unfair. He moves quickly, however, a blur as he searches for Grimes. Luckily for Grimes, he has hidden well.
He nods "You seemed the type." he chuckled.
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
There's breathing is panicked, his hands shaking rather badly.
"Deep breathe in, deep breathe out please." The Doctor says.
He tries to but fails, covering his ears
The Doctor sighs and taps a few buttons on his computer. Any magic, telepathy, or anything of the sort is suddenly cut off inside of the building.
He still keeps his ears covered, knees up to his chest
"Hmm." It watches for a moment before standing up and walking over. With a quick flick of his wrist, a needle is injected into Theren, a sedative.
Theren slumps into Lores arms, limp.
The Doctor shoos Lore out and carries Theren into an operating room. Over several hours, he has opened Theren up, searching him for any issue in his muscles, brain, face, organs, everything. He then runs him through a MRI.
Inside his head in a black goop that envelops part of his brain. It cant be removed.
*Btw, gtg to lunch. I'll be back in 30ish minutes*
"Hmmm." He begins to try every possible way he can. He uses magic, using actual scalpels, using wards and sigils, using elemental magic.
None of it works, the black goo rejects everything.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She continues for a while, making one spark or two or occasionally three, repeating this for about a half-hour... and then it happens. The effect only lasts for a second- a shower of dozens of little electric blue sparks that extends from her hand, glittering like stars for the briefest moment as they sail about ten feet away from her. Then, as quickly as she created it, the instant effect of prestidigitation disappears. She is silent for a few seconds, still in awe.
He thinks for a moment, his chin resting on his calloused hand. "I heard it on the radio, I think. Heard it a few times over that week, actually."
Merabelle picks them up, smiling from ear to ear as she raises them as high she can "YOU DID IT!!! YOU CAST A CANTRIP!!!" She spins them in the air, full of pride and excitement, her eyes shining like the stars in the sky, her constellations matching the shine.
He extinguishes the cigarette against his own calloused hand, not even wincing at the pain "Hmm, interestin'. What were ya doin' durin' that week in the Gnarly?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Of course child. It will take some time and my hypothesis may change over time if you are willing to work with me and have patience."
The Herald decides not to use the shadows, as it seems unfair. He moves quickly, however, a blur as he searches for Grimes. Luckily for Grimes, he has hidden well.
He nods "You seemed the type." he chuckled.
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
There is a comfortable couch over in the corner. The Doctor nods "My name is Gigli if you wish to call me that, like the instrument that is used to saw through bone."
Sure enough, Herald is there. He knows Grimes scent and knows how he acts. He follows him quietly but its clear he is there.
"What do you hunt if I may ask?" He tilts his three heads.
There's breathing is panicked, his hands shaking rather badly.
"Deep breathe in, deep breathe out please." The Doctor says.
He tries to but fails, covering his ears
The Doctor sighs and taps a few buttons on his computer. Any magic, telepathy, or anything of the sort is suddenly cut off inside of the building.
He still keeps his ears covered, knees up to his chest
"Hmm." It watches for a moment before standing up and walking over. With a quick flick of his wrist, a needle is injected into Theren, a sedative.
Theren slumps into Lores arms, limp.
The Doctor shoos Lore out and carries Theren into an operating room. Over several hours, he has opened Theren up, searching him for any issue in his muscles, brain, face, organs, everything. He then runs him through a MRI.
Inside his head in a black goop that envelops part of his brain. It cant be removed.
*Btw, gtg to lunch. I'll be back in 30ish minutes*
"Hmmm." He begins to try every possible way he can. He uses magic, using actual scalpels, using wards and sigils, using elemental magic.
None of it works, the black goo rejects everything.
He sighs and pulls out a scroll of paper "I was really hoping not to use one of these.." he says to no one at all "But desperate measures am I right?" he unrolls it. It appears to be a wish spell.
"Of course child. It will take some time and my hypothesis may change over time if you are willing to work with me and have patience."
The Herald decides not to use the shadows, as it seems unfair. He moves quickly, however, a blur as he searches for Grimes. Luckily for Grimes, he has hidden well.
He nods "You seemed the type." he chuckled.
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
There is a comfortable couch over in the corner. The Doctor nods "My name is Gigli if you wish to call me that, like the instrument that is used to saw through bone."
Sure enough, Herald is there. He knows Grimes scent and knows how he acts. He follows him quietly but its clear he is there.
"What do you hunt if I may ask?" He tilts his three heads.
He moves over to the couch, sitting politely down, his hands in his lap "N-nice to meet you D-doctor Gigli..." They go back to fidgeting with their thumbs, looking down at them.
Grimes tries to run as fast as he can, which is surprisingly fast, though not fast enough to get away from the Herald. Eventually he stops, breathing heavily.
"Tarrasques, things like that, apocalyptic creatures to maintain my strength. It used to be my job, tracking and killing things like that."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Of course child. It will take some time and my hypothesis may change over time if you are willing to work with me and have patience."
The Herald decides not to use the shadows, as it seems unfair. He moves quickly, however, a blur as he searches for Grimes. Luckily for Grimes, he has hidden well.
He nods "You seemed the type." he chuckled.
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
There is a comfortable couch over in the corner. The Doctor nods "My name is Gigli if you wish to call me that, like the instrument that is used to saw through bone."
Sure enough, Herald is there. He knows Grimes scent and knows how he acts. He follows him quietly but its clear he is there.
"What do you hunt if I may ask?" He tilts his three heads.
He moves over to the couch, sitting politely down, his hands in his lap "N-nice to meet you D-doctor Gigli..." They go back to fidgeting with their thumbs, looking down at them.
Grimes tries to run as fast as he can, which is surprisingly fast, though not fast enough to get away from the Herald. Eventually he stops, breathing heavily.
"Tarrasques, things like that, apocalyptic creatures to maintain my strength. It used to be my job, tracking and killing things like that."
"Would you like a lollipop or a water or a snack?" They ask.
Herald appears behind him silently and grins, biting his shoulder.
"Hm, a primordial. Interesting. We used to use them as cattle back in the day or war beasts." He nods.
"Of course child. It will take some time and my hypothesis may change over time if you are willing to work with me and have patience."
The Herald decides not to use the shadows, as it seems unfair. He moves quickly, however, a blur as he searches for Grimes. Luckily for Grimes, he has hidden well.
He nods "You seemed the type." he chuckled.
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
There is a comfortable couch over in the corner. The Doctor nods "My name is Gigli if you wish to call me that, like the instrument that is used to saw through bone."
Sure enough, Herald is there. He knows Grimes scent and knows how he acts. He follows him quietly but its clear he is there.
"What do you hunt if I may ask?" He tilts his three heads.
He moves over to the couch, sitting politely down, his hands in his lap "N-nice to meet you D-doctor Gigli..." They go back to fidgeting with their thumbs, looking down at them.
Grimes tries to run as fast as he can, which is surprisingly fast, though not fast enough to get away from the Herald. Eventually he stops, breathing heavily.
"Tarrasques, things like that, apocalyptic creatures to maintain my strength. It used to be my job, tracking and killing things like that."
"Would you like a lollipop or a water or a snack?" They ask.
Herald appears behind him silently and grins, biting his shoulder.
"Hm, a primordial. Interesting. We used to use them as cattle back in the day or war beasts." He nods.
Their eyes shine "I can have a lollipop? T-thank you sir." They look up.
He sighs, tired as he kisses their cheek softly "I'm getting slower, got ta keep practicin'."
He chuckles "Have you ever tried to wrestle with one? It's certainly fun if not anything else." He says with a broad smile "Now heavier blows."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Of course child. It will take some time and my hypothesis may change over time if you are willing to work with me and have patience."
The Herald decides not to use the shadows, as it seems unfair. He moves quickly, however, a blur as he searches for Grimes. Luckily for Grimes, he has hidden well.
He nods "You seemed the type." he chuckled.
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
There is a comfortable couch over in the corner. The Doctor nods "My name is Gigli if you wish to call me that, like the instrument that is used to saw through bone."
Sure enough, Herald is there. He knows Grimes scent and knows how he acts. He follows him quietly but its clear he is there.
"What do you hunt if I may ask?" He tilts his three heads.
He moves over to the couch, sitting politely down, his hands in his lap "N-nice to meet you D-doctor Gigli..." They go back to fidgeting with their thumbs, looking down at them.
Grimes tries to run as fast as he can, which is surprisingly fast, though not fast enough to get away from the Herald. Eventually he stops, breathing heavily.
"Tarrasques, things like that, apocalyptic creatures to maintain my strength. It used to be my job, tracking and killing things like that."
"Would you like a lollipop or a water or a snack?" They ask.
Herald appears behind him silently and grins, biting his shoulder.
"Hm, a primordial. Interesting. We used to use them as cattle back in the day or war beasts." He nods.
Their eyes shine "I can have a lollipop? T-thank you sir." They look up.
He sighs, tired as he kisses their cheek softly "I'm getting slower, got ta keep practicin'."
He chuckles "Have you ever tried to wrestle with one? It's certainly fun if not anything else." He says with a broad smile "Now heavier blows."
He nods and hands a multicolored one to them.
TH chuckles and nods "You were very good at hiding, however."
"I've been hittin' this thing with heavy blows." He raises a brow under his mask, chuckling.
TH chuckles and nods "You were very good at hiding, however."
"I've been hittin' this thing with heavy blows." He raises a brow under his mask, chuckling.
He takes it with shining eyes, taking it in their hands, unwrapping it, and beginning to eat the hard candy.
He sighs, smiling lovingly at them, his eyes soft.
"Oh, guess my blows are just a bit heavier than yours." He chuckles with them, just some friendly jabbing.
Gigli watches from the dark, taking notes on his laptop.
They pull away, coughing "Anyways."
"With fists like that, yeah probably." He grins, poking him.
They seem to be entirely made up of magical objects, not just their top layer. If a part is not entirely artifact, its being enhanced by one, like his eyes and internal organs.
They also cough, looking away "Uh huh. Got any jobs fer us?"
He smiles back at them "Ah that's just genetics, can't attribute that to me. After all Ragnaris is my grandfather."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
TH chuckles and nods "You were very good at hiding, however."
"I've been hittin' this thing with heavy blows." He raises a brow under his mask, chuckling.
He takes it with shining eyes, taking it in their hands, unwrapping it, and beginning to eat the hard candy.
He sighs, smiling lovingly at them, his eyes soft.
"Oh, guess my blows are just a bit heavier than yours." He chuckles with them, just some friendly jabbing.
Gigli watches from the dark, taking notes on his laptop.
They pull away, coughing "Anyways."
"With fists like that, yeah probably." He grins, poking him.
They seem to be entirely made up of magical objects, not just their top layer. If a part is not entirely artifact, its being enhanced by one, like his eyes and internal organs.
They also cough, looking away "Uh huh. Got any jobs fer us?"
He smiles back at them "Ah that's just genetics, can't attribute that to me. After all Ragnaris is my grandfather."
They write it down and walk over "Do you feel any pain at this moment?"
(The gays lol) "A few, thankfully our work is bringing more clients." He nods.
There's breathing is panicked, his hands shaking rather badly.
"Deep breathe in, deep breathe out please." The Doctor says.
He tries to but fails, covering his ears
The Doctor sighs and taps a few buttons on his computer. Any magic, telepathy, or anything of the sort is suddenly cut off inside of the building.
He still keeps his ears covered, knees up to his chest
"Hmm." It watches for a moment before standing up and walking over. With a quick flick of his wrist, a needle is injected into Theren, a sedative.
Theren slumps into Lores arms, limp.
The Doctor shoos Lore out and carries Theren into an operating room. Over several hours, he has opened Theren up, searching him for any issue in his muscles, brain, face, organs, everything. He then runs him through a MRI.
Inside his head in a black goop that envelops part of his brain. It cant be removed.
*Btw, gtg to lunch. I'll be back in 30ish minutes*
"Hmmm." He begins to try every possible way he can. He uses magic, using actual scalpels, using wards and sigils, using elemental magic.
None of it works, the black goo rejects everything.
He sighs and pulls out a scroll of paper "I was really hoping not to use one of these.." he says to no one at all "But desperate measures am I right?" he unrolls it. It appears to be a wish spell.
The goo lashes out at the paper, melting it
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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She continues for a while, making one spark or two or occasionally three, repeating this for about a half-hour... and then it happens. The effect only lasts for a second- a shower of dozens of little electric blue sparks that extends from her hand, glittering like stars for the briefest moment as they sail about ten feet away from her. Then, as quickly as she created it, the instant effect of prestidigitation disappears. She is silent for a few seconds, still in awe.
He thinks for a moment, his chin resting on his calloused hand. "I heard it on the radio, I think. Heard it a few times over that week, actually."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Inside his head in a black goop that envelops part of his brain. It cant be removed.
*Btw, gtg to lunch. I'll be back in 30ish minutes*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmmm." He begins to try every possible way he can. He uses magic, using actual scalpels, using wards and sigils, using elemental magic.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He nods, "I-I can be patient... I just want to know." He says, looking around for some place he could sit, "T-thank you for... helping me."
Grimes attempt to build more ground in the direction the Herald isn't searching using the echoes, teleporting to one before continuing to run, hoping when he looks behind him the Herald won be there.
He chuckles "It was just some small work, through it got me as strong as I am now, along with the hunting work."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
None of it works, the black goo rejects everything.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle picks them up, smiling from ear to ear as she raises them as high she can "YOU DID IT!!! YOU CAST A CANTRIP!!!" She spins them in the air, full of pride and excitement, her eyes shining like the stars in the sky, her constellations matching the shine.
He extinguishes the cigarette against his own calloused hand, not even wincing at the pain "Hmm, interestin'. What were ya doin' durin' that week in the Gnarly?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
There is a comfortable couch over in the corner. The Doctor nods "My name is Gigli if you wish to call me that, like the instrument that is used to saw through bone."
Sure enough, Herald is there. He knows Grimes scent and knows how he acts. He follows him quietly but its clear he is there.
"What do you hunt if I may ask?" He tilts his three heads.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He sighs and pulls out a scroll of paper "I was really hoping not to use one of these.." he says to no one at all "But desperate measures am I right?" he unrolls it. It appears to be a wish spell.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He moves over to the couch, sitting politely down, his hands in his lap "N-nice to meet you D-doctor Gigli..." They go back to fidgeting with their thumbs, looking down at them.
Grimes tries to run as fast as he can, which is surprisingly fast, though not fast enough to get away from the Herald. Eventually he stops, breathing heavily.
"Tarrasques, things like that, apocalyptic creatures to maintain my strength. It used to be my job, tracking and killing things like that."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Would you like a lollipop or a water or a snack?" They ask.
Herald appears behind him silently and grins, biting his shoulder.
"Hm, a primordial. Interesting. We used to use them as cattle back in the day or war beasts." He nods.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Their eyes shine "I can have a lollipop? T-thank you sir." They look up.
He sighs, tired as he kisses their cheek softly "I'm getting slower, got ta keep practicin'."
He chuckles "Have you ever tried to wrestle with one? It's certainly fun if not anything else." He says with a broad smile "Now heavier blows."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods and hands a multicolored one to them.
TH chuckles and nods "You were very good at hiding, however."
"I've been hittin' this thing with heavy blows." He raises a brow under his mask, chuckling.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(I am ticked off -v-)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He takes it with shining eyes, taking it in their hands, unwrapping it, and beginning to eat the hard candy.
He sighs, smiling lovingly at them, his eyes soft.
"Oh, guess my blows are just a bit heavier than yours." He chuckles with them, just some friendly jabbing.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Gigli watches from the dark, taking notes on his laptop.
They pull away, coughing "Anyways."
"With fists like that, yeah probably." He grins, poking him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(you want to rp wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
They seem to be entirely made up of magical objects, not just their top layer. If a part is not entirely artifact, its being enhanced by one, like his eyes and internal organs.
They also cough, looking away "Uh huh. Got any jobs fer us?"
He smiles back at them "Ah that's just genetics, can't attribute that to me. After all Ragnaris is my grandfather."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*What's ticking you off?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They write it down and walk over "Do you feel any pain at this moment?"
(The gays lol) "A few, thankfully our work is bringing more clients." He nods.
"I know. The great boiling [GP]" he chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The goo lashes out at the paper, melting it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.