*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
Thirteen is reading One Piece at the bar.
Mauric is making deviled eggs.
Loriche is bringing a ton of books from the library to the Guilt House.
Riotan is finishing his hezrou.
*🫂*
Lore comes in, looking a bit.. upset. She sits down beside him and runs a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breathe and turns to him "I might need help.."
Home watches her, a small ghost of a smile on his face. "Thanks." He mumbles and nods.
Samaritan is watching over Riotan, a bit suspicious of his activity.
*🫂*
Thirteen puts the volume down immediately. “What is it?”
“No problem! They’re definitely more useful to you than to me…” She sets the heap down before you.
“Now who’s obsessed?” He remarks wryly.
She looks a bit in pain "I'm.. bleeding... Down there" she paces "I don't know what happened. We know I'm pregnant but I woke up from a nap and I was bleeding and I'm in so much pain right now."
He begins to sort through them before looking up "Uh.. can I show you something?"
"Not obsessed. More concerned." He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh… dear. Well, it might be a cervical infection… but how many weeks in are you.”
“Sure!”
“What about?” He pulls out a seam with his teeth and resumes stitching together the reptilian demon-corpse.
"Uhh, cleric told me about 5 weeks in I should be having contractions." She says, hissing in pain.
He leads her down the decaying staircase to the basement and points to the hole in the corner.
"What you may do with that." He said "I hate to tell ya, but you are on my radar when it comes to things going wrong round here."
“No, no, I mean how long has the gestation lasted so far?”
“…what’s that?”
“Oh it’s just in case any other, slightly powerful enemies show up and I need a distraction that’ll last more than six seconds.”
"Do I look like a doctor?" She hisses in pain again, her claws digging into the sofa cushion.
"No idea. Been here since I've been here which has been since it's manifested here ." He shrugs.
"That will last more than six seconds?" He tilts his heads.
*back, sorry, was taking shower*
“Okay you ought to go to a doctor. I can allow you to levitate if that would prevent undue stress on the birth canal area.” He quickly gets up and starts preparing spells and mystic salves.
“Want me to go into it?” She offers.
“Well yeah duh, it’s not alive yet you dummy! I just need to add that special little ingredient that’ll bring the whole thing together! You know, blood gushing from the still-beating heart of a virgin, sliver of metal from a blade used to assassinate someone, the bottled breath that escaped the mouth of one who invoked the name of evil for revenge… stuff like that!”
She nods and sits up. Harmonia peaks in with Soul, watching "Momma?" She walks over and Lore puts on a smile "Honey, I am gonna be gone for a little bit okay? Go to bed with Soul okay? Brush your teeth and get tucked in". They nod and walk out of the room, looking concerned.
"Nah. The issue is that stuff that goes in doesn't come back out or reappear so I was thinking that maybe I should go in it to get rid of this place.." he shrugs.
"I have a right to be concerned..." He mutters, rubbing his eyes.
"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."
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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)
Lacai is outside, now walking in, to the tavern, humming something unfamiliar
*ooo, fun :D. imma give this:*
A young man walks in after them, looking around the tavern curiously. 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 main room, and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots.
He sits at a table, pulling out a log-book of some sorts.
Elio looks around for a few moments before taking interest in them and walking over
*snip for alaric* "that's the problem!" the woman snaps. "Explain yourself or-" "No need for 'or's, madam, I'll tell all." the inventor wrings his hands. "Bug's only a display model. I usually make my golems to order, but your request was just on such short notice that-" "don't you go shifting the blame onto me!" she gets closer "Alright alright, They don't have a sapphire heart! I was in hard times when I made them, so I cut the clay with sand to make it last a little longer and used a quartz button. But you already paid, madam, and I don't do refunds."
He picks bug up, setting him back on the table "he could be a flower pot potentially" He suggests, trying to prevent a fight
*bug is the size of a small human.* "I didn't pay for a flowerpot, I paid for a servant! A servant who doesn't terrify my daughter and crack under the weight of a teapot!" she gets closer to the tiger, making their height difference hilariously obvious
"Miss? I know you're upset, but please calm down" Elio says,
She scoffs. "I'll calm down when I receive a refund. I can't believe you thought you could sell that walking piece of junk to me with a clear conscience!" He towers over her
He looks between them, worried someone will get hurt
"I can't give you all of your money back, miss, but here's most of it" he holds out a small pouch and she takes it, stomping away and leaving the damaged golem behind
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So why did you sell her a faulty product? You could've just made a proper one instead of selling.... a display I think you said?"
"It takes me quite a while to make a golem to order, boy. She came like a whirling dervish, demanding a golem right then and there with such urgency you'd think her life depended on it" He steps to the table where bug sits. "I'd finally thought i'd be rid of this one"
"Why not improve this little guy then?"
"They're already baked, and their clay is of such low quality that it'd be a waste giving all the proper fixings." he leans on the golem, which doesn't crack them but seems to hurt them. "The eyes alone are hand-painted by yours truly, and they take hours! Why spend all that time on Bug when I can make a better model?"
"A love for your creations," he suggests
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He does as he said he would, kissing her for a long and passionate couple of moments, his eyes lost in love, closed.
She nods and sits up. Harmonia peaks in with Soul, watching "Momma?" She walks over and Lore puts on a smile "Honey, I am gonna be gone for a little bit okay? Go to bed with Soul okay? Brush your teeth and get tucked in". They nod and walk out of the room, looking concerned.
"Nah. The issue is that stuff that goes in doesn't come back out or reappear so I was thinking that maybe I should go in it to get rid of this place.." he shrugs.
"I have a right to be concerned..." He mutters, rubbing his eyes.
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
*Cut for Salem.*
She sighs, taking the claw in her hand “We… I don’t know if I have the strength to love you.” She says, not making eye contact.
She smiles at the snow, her footsteps practiced, more formal than his own, but nonetheless enjoying herself, humming along with them.
She kisses him back, holding his face "Sorry sorry, I'm being silly.."
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
*cut*
Thirteen casts levitate on Lore and begins searching for a medical institution or midwife.
“I can go in! I bet my armor can withstand just about anything…”
“True… true…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im sorry if you aren’t back by the 10th you’ll be dead?! Nope, I refuse to accept that.*
He smiles softly at her “Don’t be sorry, you’re being alive, truly.” He holds one of her hands.
*I'm heading to bed y'all, night.*
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
She smiles back at them, although weakly “I mean… I’ve lost so many I’ve cared about, I’m not sure I can love you too.”
She chuckles, leading with grace “Perks of being royalty and nobility I suppose. It is what I was forced to learn.”
*Deal.*
*rp?* I've been saving this for jester
"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."
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)
*Ill try.*
*Sorry fry, I ain’t got long. I’ve got work I got to do, see yall.*
Elio looks around for a few moments before taking interest in them and walking over
"A love for your creations," he suggests