*If anyone would like to RP, speak now or forever hold your peace.*
*yes :>*
*Who would ya like my beloved.*
*hmmm*
*I got tycho, Constant, my new character, Cide, and Georgie. So anyone you'd like to pair with one of them :>*
*Hmmmm.*
Scott, whose body has been taken over by The Writer, is sitting a bar. The Writer has a cigarette between his lips, his long black hair slicked back.
Yuri, who is feeling a bit ill due to the cold weather, is thinking about going in for hibernation.
Arthur, who is fixing his metal arms, watches the new character, his eyes focused on them.
Tycho walka up behind the writer, yawning slightly as he sits beside him, "Hi there"
Georgie is near her, scribbling on a piece of paper, humming to himself
The new character looks over, watching him curiously. After a few moments he walks over
The Writer raises a brow "Sleepin' ?" He chuckles.
Yuri turns to him "Dear, if I were to go away for the rest of winter and return in the spring, would you be upset with me?"
Arthur nods "Howdy."
He nods, leaning on him, "Mhm. Woke up a little bit ago"
"Go away?" He tilts his head, looking up at her, "Um.... how long would that be?"
"Hi there," he smiles, "Watcha doing?"
The Writer huffs "Imagine getting sleep."
"Sometimes, during the winter, I go into hibernation. I wake up in the spring to fulfill my duties." She explains "From now until.. March or April"
"Working on the wiring system." He nods and extends his good hand "How're you?"
"Not my fault Scott's basically an insomniac" He says with another yawn
"So.... a while..." he looks down, "I'd miss you, but I wouldn't be upset."
"I'm well. It's a little odd to be in a new town- oh, I haven't introduced myself" He chuckles, "Um, I'm Elio" He says, offering a hand
"He's like that cause of Kehmet. She won't let him sleep until the book is done." He yawns, sharp teeth glinting.
"Okay.. okay, I just wanted to run it by you. I would like to stay during the holiday season but I am growing weaker and weaker with every day.. I just didn't want to leave you alone in your own."
"Pleasure to meet ya Elio. I am Arthur." He grins "It's a nice place if I do say so myself."
He smiles, poking their cheek, "And that applies to you too, right?"
he nods softly, "I know how it is... if you need to sleep for a while, its ok" he mumbles
"Nice to meet you too!" He smiles, "And yeah. I haven't been someplace new in forever"
"Yep, so I am suffering with it." He grumbles.
She smiles and kisses the top of his head.
"Where you come from?" He tilts his head.
"Have you tried caffeine?" He tilts his head
He smiles softly, giving her a hug
"Oh, I'm from the Monestary of the Scarlet Dawn" He says, "Though I don't think many have heard of it"
*Very well! Feel free to interact with one or both of these1*
Helianth is skulking around Lord's Point, siphoning the light of street lamps and generally being a horrifying presence in the town.
Rag walks past them, looking down at the strange magical plant, slightly curious as to what makes this one so special, an immense heat radiating off of him.
The crooked flower looks back up at Rag, sensing the substantial increase in temperature and somewhat disappointed to see that there is not light as well. "Hello there." It booms, its voice soft-spoken despite being loud enough to catch one's attention.
He smiles as he turns back, looking down to them, his teeth sharp. He may not be the sun, but there is some light coming from the heat underneath his scales “Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met.” He holds out a massive hand “Ragnerious.”
Its roots coil around his hand in a handshake, his scales able to resist its thorns. "Helianth. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He rubs his chin for a moment, thinking “That name… seems familiar…” before sighing “Doesn’t matter, what brings you to town?”
"It was initially a pit stop, but then I realized I needed to make something before... well, that's not important. What about you?"
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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)
*If anyone would like to RP, speak now or forever hold your peace.*
*yes :>*
*Who would ya like my beloved.*
*hmmm*
*I got tycho, Constant, my new character, Cide, and Georgie. So anyone you'd like to pair with one of them :>*
*Hmmmm.*
Scott, whose body has been taken over by The Writer, is sitting a bar. The Writer has a cigarette between his lips, his long black hair slicked back.
Yuri, who is feeling a bit ill due to the cold weather, is thinking about going in for hibernation.
Arthur, who is fixing his metal arms, watches the new character, his eyes focused on them.
Tycho walka up behind the writer, yawning slightly as he sits beside him, "Hi there"
Georgie is near her, scribbling on a piece of paper, humming to himself
The new character looks over, watching him curiously. After a few moments he walks over
The Writer raises a brow "Sleepin' ?" He chuckles.
Yuri turns to him "Dear, if I were to go away for the rest of winter and return in the spring, would you be upset with me?"
Arthur nods "Howdy."
He nods, leaning on him, "Mhm. Woke up a little bit ago"
"Go away?" He tilts his head, looking up at her, "Um.... how long would that be?"
"Hi there," he smiles, "Watcha doing?"
The Writer huffs "Imagine getting sleep."
"Sometimes, during the winter, I go into hibernation. I wake up in the spring to fulfill my duties." She explains "From now until.. March or April"
"Working on the wiring system." He nods and extends his good hand "How're you?"
"Not my fault Scott's basically an insomniac" He says with another yawn
"So.... a while..." he looks down, "I'd miss you, but I wouldn't be upset."
"I'm well. It's a little odd to be in a new town- oh, I haven't introduced myself" He chuckles, "Um, I'm Elio" He says, offering a hand
"He's like that cause of Kehmet. She won't let him sleep until the book is done." He yawns, sharp teeth glinting.
"Okay.. okay, I just wanted to run it by you. I would like to stay during the holiday season but I am growing weaker and weaker with every day.. I just didn't want to leave you alone in your own."
"Pleasure to meet ya Elio. I am Arthur." He grins "It's a nice place if I do say so myself."
He smiles, poking their cheek, "And that applies to you too, right?"
he nods softly, "I know how it is... if you need to sleep for a while, its ok" he mumbles
"Nice to meet you too!" He smiles, "And yeah. I haven't been someplace new in forever"
"Yep, so I am suffering with it." He grumbles.
She smiles and kisses the top of his head.
"Where you come from?" He tilts his head.
"Have you tried caffeine?" He tilts his head
He smiles softly, giving her a hug
"Oh, I'm from the Monestary of the Scarlet Dawn" He says, "Though I don't think many have heard of it"
He nods "We drink five cups a day."
She hugs him back.
He shakes his head "I 'havent, nah."
"Hmmm, I might have an idea" He smiles
He sits back down to continue drawing, "So, is this a thing cause you can turn into animals, or is it a.... fairy thing?"
"Its a pretty secluded place" He says, "But it's home,"
*If anyone would like to RP, speak now or forever hold your peace.*
*yes :>*
*Who would ya like my beloved.*
*hmmm*
*I got tycho, Constant, my new character, Cide, and Georgie. So anyone you'd like to pair with one of them :>*
*Hmmmm.*
Scott, whose body has been taken over by The Writer, is sitting a bar. The Writer has a cigarette between his lips, his long black hair slicked back.
Yuri, who is feeling a bit ill due to the cold weather, is thinking about going in for hibernation.
Arthur, who is fixing his metal arms, watches the new character, his eyes focused on them.
Tycho walka up behind the writer, yawning slightly as he sits beside him, "Hi there"
Georgie is near her, scribbling on a piece of paper, humming to himself
The new character looks over, watching him curiously. After a few moments he walks over
The Writer raises a brow "Sleepin' ?" He chuckles.
Yuri turns to him "Dear, if I were to go away for the rest of winter and return in the spring, would you be upset with me?"
Arthur nods "Howdy."
He nods, leaning on him, "Mhm. Woke up a little bit ago"
"Go away?" He tilts his head, looking up at her, "Um.... how long would that be?"
"Hi there," he smiles, "Watcha doing?"
The Writer huffs "Imagine getting sleep."
"Sometimes, during the winter, I go into hibernation. I wake up in the spring to fulfill my duties." She explains "From now until.. March or April"
"Working on the wiring system." He nods and extends his good hand "How're you?"
"Not my fault Scott's basically an insomniac" He says with another yawn
"So.... a while..." he looks down, "I'd miss you, but I wouldn't be upset."
"I'm well. It's a little odd to be in a new town- oh, I haven't introduced myself" He chuckles, "Um, I'm Elio" He says, offering a hand
"He's like that cause of Kehmet. She won't let him sleep until the book is done." He yawns, sharp teeth glinting.
"Okay.. okay, I just wanted to run it by you. I would like to stay during the holiday season but I am growing weaker and weaker with every day.. I just didn't want to leave you alone in your own."
"Pleasure to meet ya Elio. I am Arthur." He grins "It's a nice place if I do say so myself."
He smiles, poking their cheek, "And that applies to you too, right?"
he nods softly, "I know how it is... if you need to sleep for a while, its ok" he mumbles
"Nice to meet you too!" He smiles, "And yeah. I haven't been someplace new in forever"
"Yep, so I am suffering with it." He grumbles.
She smiles and kisses the top of his head.
"Where you come from?" He tilts his head.
"Have you tried caffeine?" He tilts his head
He smiles softly, giving her a hug
"Oh, I'm from the Monestary of the Scarlet Dawn" He says, "Though I don't think many have heard of it"
He nods "We drink five cups a day."
She hugs him back.
He shakes his head "I 'havent, nah."
"Hmmm, I might have an idea" He smiles
He sits back down to continue drawing, "So, is this a thing cause you can turn into animals, or is it a.... fairy thing?"
"Its a pretty secluded place" He says, "But it's home,"
He furrows his brows, confused.
"A fey thing." She nods "We get are very... Fluctuating."
He sighs, beginning to put most of what is broken back into place by force, grunting in pain “It was a job, they’re dead.” He smiles softly “Yer likely pregnant, don’t worry ‘bout me.”
The blood curdling screams of the men echo in the alleyway, there was no saving them, there never was. Grimes watches the scene, unwittingly jealous of the pain they was going through before picking up his pouch of gold “Thank ya.”
Eventually Merabelle gets up from the bar, taking her drink with her and leaving the man behind with a wave and smile, bumping her shoulder into Arthur’s “Howdy Arthur.”
She begins to use spells to heal him, grumbling about how she wanted to raise them from the depths of hell and murder them for herself. She looks up to him and nods "I am, I have checked."
The Herald stands up, his form shifting back as he stares at Grimes, nodding his head. He grabs Grimes by the wrist, his gloved hand locked on to him, and pulls him out of the alley and into the forest. He immediately begins to check him over for broken bones.
Arthur nods, tipping his hat "How're you Merabelle?" He smiles warmly.
He smiles wide at the news “Dang, question real quick, just a hypothetical, would ya be mad if I told Arthur?” He asks, the bones snapping back into place like always, sighing softly as he rolls his shoulder.
He’s completely free of broken bones, though he is bruised around his stomach and neck, they were beating him pretty bad, but overall it’ll only take a little bit for him to heal.
“Got a kid now, an’ she’s a real prodigy at magic. Love her. How’re you doin’ ya techno lovin’ fox?” She says, patting his back.
She blinks and shrugs "Nah, should be fine." She chuckles "Not like he gonna tell Thane right? Don't want him to get worried just yet."
TH grumbles at the looks of the bruises, his grip becomes a bit tighter.
"Eh, I am well. Tired if anything." He nods, sipping his whiskey "Glad to hear ya got a kid now though!"
“I told ‘em not ya tell, so he likely won’t.” He kisses her in the forehead “Don’t worry ‘bout when I get hurt on the job, everythin’ ends up fine.”
Grimes shakes his head “I’m fine, they just hit me a couple times. They’re dead now anyway.”
She drinks down her own whiskey “She’s a real special one, ya should meet her. Tryin’ ta get myself back into the game, but looks like all the muscles scare the boys off.” She flexes, “Or maybe it’s the claws an’ fangs.” She cackles
*Very well! Feel free to interact with one or both of these1*
Helianth is skulking around Lord's Point, siphoning the light of street lamps and generally being a horrifying presence in the town.
Rag walks past them, looking down at the strange magical plant, slightly curious as to what makes this one so special, an immense heat radiating off of him.
The crooked flower looks back up at Rag, sensing the substantial increase in temperature and somewhat disappointed to see that there is not light as well. "Hello there." It booms, its voice soft-spoken despite being loud enough to catch one's attention.
He smiles as he turns back, looking down to them, his teeth sharp. He may not be the sun, but there is some light coming from the heat underneath his scales “Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met.” He holds out a massive hand “Ragnerious.”
Its roots coil around his hand in a handshake, his scales able to resist its thorns. "Helianth. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He rubs his chin for a moment, thinking “That name… seems familiar…” before sighing “Doesn’t matter, what brings you to town?”
"It was initially a pit stop, but then I realized I needed to make something before... well, that's not important. What about you?"
“Family is here, and I’m the one whos got to protect them all. Where are you headed off to? Somewhere special?”
Prospero is partially buried by the side of the road out of town. He's perfectly alive, just waiting for something.
Felix is maintaining a shrine in the graveyard. There are flowers, bowls of chili, family photos, and small hotel bottles of booze on many of the graves, set up by the strugel priest.
He sighs, beginning to put most of what is broken back into place by force, grunting in pain “It was a job, they’re dead.” He smiles softly “Yer likely pregnant, don’t worry ‘bout me.”
The blood curdling screams of the men echo in the alleyway, there was no saving them, there never was. Grimes watches the scene, unwittingly jealous of the pain they was going through before picking up his pouch of gold “Thank ya.”
Eventually Merabelle gets up from the bar, taking her drink with her and leaving the man behind with a wave and smile, bumping her shoulder into Arthur’s “Howdy Arthur.”
She begins to use spells to heal him, grumbling about how she wanted to raise them from the depths of hell and murder them for herself. She looks up to him and nods "I am, I have checked."
The Herald stands up, his form shifting back as he stares at Grimes, nodding his head. He grabs Grimes by the wrist, his gloved hand locked on to him, and pulls him out of the alley and into the forest. He immediately begins to check him over for broken bones.
Arthur nods, tipping his hat "How're you Merabelle?" He smiles warmly.
He smiles wide at the news “Dang, question real quick, just a hypothetical, would ya be mad if I told Arthur?” He asks, the bones snapping back into place like always, sighing softly as he rolls his shoulder.
He’s completely free of broken bones, though he is bruised around his stomach and neck, they were beating him pretty bad, but overall it’ll only take a little bit for him to heal.
“Got a kid now, an’ she’s a real prodigy at magic. Love her. How’re you doin’ ya techno lovin’ fox?” She says, patting his back.
She blinks and shrugs "Nah, should be fine." She chuckles "Not like he gonna tell Thane right? Don't want him to get worried just yet."
TH grumbles at the looks of the bruises, his grip becomes a bit tighter.
"Eh, I am well. Tired if anything." He nods, sipping his whiskey "Glad to hear ya got a kid now though!"
“I told ‘em not ya tell, so he likely won’t.” He kisses her in the forehead “Don’t worry ‘bout when I get hurt on the job, everythin’ ends up fine.”
Grimes shakes his head “I’m fine, they just hit me a couple times. They’re dead now anyway.”
She drinks down her own whiskey “She’s a real special one, ya should meet her. Tryin’ ta get myself back into the game, but looks like all the muscles scare the boys off.” She flexes, “Or maybe it’s the claws an’ fangs.” She cackles
"I know but I still worry bout you nonetheless." She huffs, folding her arms "I am not about to be a widow because you went bull-headed into a situation."
"I know they are but I rather dislike the sight of someone else's bruises on you." He snarls possessively.
"Bah, men and their toxic masculinity." He laughs.
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
"Golems? Like those little clay thingies?" He walks over
"You're exactly right! But mine are hardly that simple. You see, I've made a breakthrough!" he holds up a clay pot. "Baked clay! If you'll excuse my poor demonstration; my display model finally sold and I have to make a new one"
"So you're saying.... cook a clay golem?" He tilts his head
"Oh, far more than that. It's a little bit closer to sculpting a doll, but with a heartstone at the core and magic in between."
"Oh wow" He grins, "I don't fully get it, but that's interesting"
"It sure is! Now, on to-" he's cut off by a woman's yell from the back of the slowly-forming crowd. "You SWINDLER!" she pushes a doll-like figure forward and it falls to the pavement, a crack on its arm lengthening. "You told me this was a high-quality golem, sapphire heartstone and all!"
He looks over at the woman, not sure what to do beyond watch the debaucle
"Now, maam" the inventor slinks back "I'm not a lying man. I'm sure I never said anything about a sapphire" "NO! YOU"RE A LIAR!" The golem on the ground struggles to get up
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He chuckles, taking her hands in his own comfortingly “You think I would let you get widowed because I did something stupid? I promise I won’t, I’ll think it all through before.”
Grimes flushes, rubbing the back of his head “These mean nothing, they just wanted my money, nothing more. Your bruises mean something.”
She laughs, sitting down on the porch, looking to the sky, the stars beginning to show “Looks like everyone’s getting a reason to stay in this town huh?”
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
Taika, a jolly-looking tigery inventor calls to him in a hawkerish voice. "You there, young man!"
He looks over, before pointing to himself, "Me?"
"Yes, You! How would you like to come face to face with the future of golem technology?"
"Golems? Like those little clay thingies?" He walks over
"You're exactly right! But mine are hardly that simple. You see, I've made a breakthrough!" he holds up a clay pot. "Baked clay! If you'll excuse my poor demonstration; my display model finally sold and I have to make a new one"
"So you're saying.... cook a clay golem?" He tilts his head
"Oh, far more than that. It's a little bit closer to sculpting a doll, but with a heartstone at the core and magic in between."
"Oh wow" He grins, "I don't fully get it, but that's interesting"
"It sure is! Now, on to-" he's cut off by a woman's yell from the back of the slowly-forming crowd. "You SWINDLER!" she pushes a doll-like figure forward and it falls to the pavement, a crack on its arm lengthening. "You told me this was a high-quality golem, sapphire heartstone and all!"
He looks over at the woman, not sure what to do beyond watch the debaucle
"Now, maam" the inventor slinks back "I'm not a lying man. I'm sure I never said anything about a sapphire" "NO! YOU"RE A LIAR!" The golem on the ground struggles to get up
"I'm glad I didn't tell you, then. But I doubt it'd matter. With all this money, I can make a new show model with the best parts!" he seems to let a little something slip through the alcohol. "Instead of that scuffed cocktail of clays and quartzes I used on bug."
*boink*
*this is for you, jester*
*boiiiiink*
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*cut for Moon*
"Huh, cool." He smiles
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 "We drink five cups a day."
She hugs him back.
He shakes his head "I 'havent, nah."
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
"It was initially a pit stop, but then I realized I needed to make something before... well, that's not important. What about you?"
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)
"then all that's left to do after that is hope the gun works" he chuckles "which will suck if it doesn't"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He nods and closes his eyes "It's a gun huh?'
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
"a strange one at that"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Hmmm, I might have an idea" He smiles
He sits back down to continue drawing, "So, is this a thing cause you can turn into animals, or is it a.... fairy thing?"
"Its a pretty secluded place" He says, "But it's home,"
"Huh... What's it gonna be used for?"
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 furrows his brows, confused.
"A fey thing." She nods "We get are very... Fluctuating."
"Sounds nice except fer the name."
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 told ‘em not ya tell, so he likely won’t.” He kisses her in the forehead “Don’t worry ‘bout when I get hurt on the job, everythin’ ends up fine.”
Grimes shakes his head “I’m fine, they just hit me a couple times. They’re dead now anyway.”
She drinks down her own whiskey “She’s a real special one, ya should meet her. Tryin’ ta get myself back into the game, but looks like all the muscles scare the boys off.” She flexes, “Or maybe it’s the claws an’ fangs.” She cackles
“Family is here, and I’m the one whos got to protect them all. Where are you headed off to? Somewhere special?”
*I'm back, by the way.*
Prospero is partially buried by the side of the road out of town. He's perfectly alive, just waiting for something.
Felix is maintaining a shrine in the graveyard. There are flowers, bowls of chili, family photos, and small hotel bottles of booze on many of the graves, set up by the strugel priest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Please mind the mobile users and cut those when they get long.*
*cut for wendi*
He grabs a mug from the bar, setting it infront of him, "Ok, I haven't tried this sorta thing in a while, so bear with me"
He nods, "I see. I've noticed that about a lot of the Fey around town"
"What do ya mean?" He tilts his head
"I know but I still worry bout you nonetheless." She huffs, folding her arms "I am not about to be a widow because you went bull-headed into a situation."
"I know they are but I rather dislike the sight of someone else's bruises on you." He snarls possessively.
"Bah, men and their toxic masculinity." He laughs.
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
"if I have done it correctly, ripping and miniaturizing a star out the night sky"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Now, maam" the inventor slinks back "I'm not a lying man. I'm sure I never said anything about a sapphire"
"NO! YOU"RE A LIAR!"
The golem on the ground struggles to get up
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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*Cut for Wendi.*
He chuckles, taking her hands in his own comfortingly “You think I would let you get widowed because I did something stupid? I promise I won’t, I’ll think it all through before.”
Grimes flushes, rubbing the back of his head “These mean nothing, they just wanted my money, nothing more. Your bruises mean something.”
She laughs, sitting down on the porch, looking to the sky, the stars beginning to show “Looks like everyone’s getting a reason to stay in this town huh?”
He kneels down, helping the little golem stand
*boiiiiink*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)