*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
“Well, I was wondering if I could teach you your first real necromancy spell, but you’re clearly busy.”
“You’re that tiefling’s brother, ain’tcha?”
“Oh, no I’ve just been doing my research on how to create spell effects without casting them.” She explains what the potion is meant to do.
“Damian? I’m an Aasimar, where would you get that idea from?”
“Hm. Intriguing. And has it yielded progress?”
“I’m observant.”
“It has some, but the effects are seemingly short lived.”
“Well whatever, I’m Sanviento, I am Damian’s twin brother. What do you want?”
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
Arthur raises a brow "Howdy Thane, what's going on here?"
He hears a voice in his ear "if that own tries to lay an arm around you again, I will rip him to shreds right now." TH grumbles.
"No no, it's fine." He said "Just want to make sure you are alright."
He can't seem to find her or The Brand anywhere, both gone without a trace.
He looks up from what he’s doing, turning to them “Howdy Arthur, just buildin’ some homes fer people who ain’t got none.”
Grimes whispers back while the others are going “Please don’t, somebodies gonna have ta clean up all that blood.”
She smiles, picking up the remains of the body and putting it in her satchel “Oh I’m alright, just hungry all always.”
He curses under his breath and looks around town for anything that could lead him to the two of them.
"Very generous of ya." He beams "Here I made ya something fer your kid." He produces a bunch of toys that are a little bigger than a normal child's toys.
"Mn.." he grumbles, becoming quiet.
"Want to get something to eat?" He offers, tilting his head.
There doesn't seem to be anything of note.
He looks to the toys with surprise, getting up to hug them tightly “They’ll love ‘em, thank ya Arthur.” He pats his shoulder.
After a few more games, he heads out of the bar, and into the forest, waiting for them to reveal themselves.
She smiles, tucking her hair behind her ears “Consider it a date.” She rolls her shoulders.
(Well crap,) He walks back to his camp, and makes a choice he never thought he would have to. He goes through the portal to ask his sisters for help.
Arthur grins "Thought it would be useful as a kid can't grow up without toys!"
TH crawls out of the shadows, grumpy and jealous.
"I will! I'll put something less.. motor oil covered on as well." He laughs.
When he arrives, the land is much more warped than what he remembers. The Brand stands outside of the palace, waving "Hello there."
Omori is on the roof of the Inn once more, looking over her notes and practicing her cantrips.
KK is at the Faceless Fair, having brought even more of her mannequins to the park, and is setting up the finishing touches before the grand opening.
A little paper bird with Felix's face drawn on it flutters over and unfolds. It's an invitation to "Felix's Final Supper."
Podmorski is examining the mannequins, making sure they are in peak condition. "What kind of toys do you think would sell best? I'm thinking action figures and plushies."
Angél is digging up some sort of vegetable from the ground, humming contently. There appears to be a number of mushrooms over by the base of a tree.
"Because I can't believe it until I actually see it." He says
Eito quickly plucks the mushrooms and passes them to Angél.
“Well you just did. Or would you like a different demonstration?”
Angél smiles and takes them, checking them over for bugs before setting them in the basket "I thank you for your help by the way, not often someone decides to go out of their way to help others."
"I ain't gonna make you swallow anything whole, no need to be a court jester." He pokes him and chuckles.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
“Well, I was wondering if I could teach you your first real necromancy spell, but you’re clearly busy.”
“You’re that tiefling’s brother, ain’tcha?”
“Oh, no I’ve just been doing my research on how to create spell effects without casting them.” She explains what the potion is meant to do.
“Damian? I’m an Aasimar, where would you get that idea from?”
“Hm. Intriguing. And has it yielded progress?”
“I’m observant.”
“It has some, but the effects are seemingly short lived.”
“Well whatever, I’m Sanviento, I am Damian’s twin brother. What do you want?”
“So it only temporarily awakens the being before returning its soul to whatever plane it occupied?”
Riotan rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, a dangerous light in his eyes. “Ya got any advice for a demon who thinks he might’ve gone soft lately?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He takes the toys, putting them out of the way as to not get harmed by his work “How have ya been?”
Grimes walks over, pulling back their mask and kissing them on the lips.
She shakes her head, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it softly “You should keep it, makes ya look even more handsome.”
He sighs, loading Rosemary while he talks “Ya already know I’m gonna shoot ya, twelve times in the chest ta be exact. I would like my wife back.” The distant cackling of the Valentines can be heard.
“It appears so, the magic isn’t strong enough to retether them to this plane, resulting in the soul leaving after a short time, usually only an hour.”
“I’m no demon, why would I have any advice for you? If you think you’ve gone soft, you probably have, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” He says, closing his book and gesturing for them to sit down.
Omori is on the roof of the Inn once more, looking over her notes and practicing her cantrips.
KK is at the Faceless Fair, having brought even more of her mannequins to the park, and is setting up the finishing touches before the grand opening.
A little paper bird with Felix's face drawn on it flutters over and unfolds. It's an invitation to "Felix's Final Supper."
Podmorski is examining the mannequins, making sure they are in peak condition. "What kind of toys do you think would sell best? I'm thinking action figures and plushies."
She unfolds the paper and reads its contents, not immediately understanding the 'final' part.
They are all in as close to pristine condition as KK could reach- fresh blood, barely-visible stitching, and spots that were scratched or torn fixed without much evidence that those tears existed in the first place. "Oh, definitely plushes and figurines. Maybe model kits to assemble their own miniature, less-animated ones?"
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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)
Angél is digging up some sort of vegetable from the ground, humming contently. There appears to be a number of mushrooms over by the base of a tree.
"Because I can't believe it until I actually see it." He says
Eito quickly plucks the mushrooms and passes them to Angél.
“Well you just did. Or would you like a different demonstration?”
Angél smiles and takes them, checking them over for bugs before setting them in the basket "I thank you for your help by the way, not often someone decides to go out of their way to help others."
"I ain't gonna make you swallow anything whole, no need to be a court jester." He pokes him and chuckles.
“There is never a reason not to.” They say, smiling.
Rio raises an eyebrow, smirking.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Some shinigami had been torturing me for a while decided I should die after I called him out for it. Haven't seen him in a while."
"That is.. unfair. That is how rebellions begin, by silencing those who say that you are wrong." Angél replies, thinking "A shinigami. A spirit of death.." they muse "they have their own realms and their own laws. If the one that is after you is doing it because they felt you slighted it, that is against their laws..."
"That's what I thought, but he insisted that he had the authority to do that, and even laughed at me when I said otherwise."
He takes the toys, putting them out of the way as to not get harmed by his work “How have ya been?”
Grimes walks over, pulling back their mask and kissing them on the lips.
She shakes her head, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it softly “You should keep it, makes ya look even more handsome.”
He sighs, loading Rosemary while he talks “Ya already know I’m gonna shoot ya, twelve times in the chest ta be exact. I would like my wife back.” The distant cackling of the Valentines can be heard.
"Tired mostly, been sleeping more than I probably should. She is catching up to me." He laughs heartily.
They kiss him back, grumbling "I still wish to rip them apart.. how dare they lay a hand on you.."
"Nah, makes me look filthy." He snickers "plus, I wanna look good for you."
"I am sorry, I will have to decline. Your wife deserves this and they want you dead as well.x
“It appears so, the magic isn’t strong enough to retether them to this plane, resulting in the soul leaving after a short time, usually only an hour.”
“I’m no demon, why would I have any advice for you? If you think you’ve gone soft, you probably have, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” He says, closing his book and gesturing for them to sit down.
“I’m sure we could figure out a way to strengthen it though. Sounds interesting.”
He sits. “Oh? What could make that good then?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angél is digging up some sort of vegetable from the ground, humming contently. There appears to be a number of mushrooms over by the base of a tree.
"Because I can't believe it until I actually see it." He says
Eito quickly plucks the mushrooms and passes them to Angél.
“Well you just did. Or would you like a different demonstration?”
Angél smiles and takes them, checking them over for bugs before setting them in the basket "I thank you for your help by the way, not often someone decides to go out of their way to help others."
"I ain't gonna make you swallow anything whole, no need to be a court jester." He pokes him and chuckles.
“There is never a reason not to.” They say, smiling.
Rio raises an eyebrow, smirking.
"I suppose but it feels like our world has gotten more.. selfish recently." He explains.
Samaritan sighs and shakes his head "don't give me that look."
"Some shinigami had been torturing me for a while decided I should die after I called him out for it. Haven't seen him in a while."
"That is.. unfair. That is how rebellions begin, by silencing those who say that you are wrong." Angél replies, thinking "A shinigami. A spirit of death.." they muse "they have their own realms and their own laws. If the one that is after you is doing it because they felt you slighted it, that is against their laws..."
"That's what I thought, but he insisted that he had the authority to do that, and even laughed at me when I said otherwise."
"Then he is lying." Angél said, playing with one of the voles "He did something not right, and is now trying to cover himself with a lie in order to not to be found out"
He takes the toys, putting them out of the way as to not get harmed by his work “How have ya been?”
Grimes walks over, pulling back their mask and kissing them on the lips.
She shakes her head, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it softly “You should keep it, makes ya look even more handsome.”
He sighs, loading Rosemary while he talks “Ya already know I’m gonna shoot ya, twelve times in the chest ta be exact. I would like my wife back.” The distant cackling of the Valentines can be heard.
"Tired mostly, been sleeping more than I probably should. She is catching up to me." He laughs heartily.
They kiss him back, grumbling "I still wish to rip them apart.. how dare they lay a hand on you.."
"Nah, makes me look filthy." He snickers "plus, I wanna look good for you."
"I am sorry, I will have to decline. Your wife deserves this and they want you dead as well.x
“Ah ya need ta take care o’ herself. What was that our caretaker used to say? ‘Even the greatest can only work so much’.” He recites.
He smiles, shaking his head “It didn’t mean anything, your touch is the only one that matters.”
She giggles, “I guess I’ll have ta get one my dresses.” She agrees to meet back in the town square after changing and getting a little cleaner. Coming to the town square in a blood red flowing dress.
“Well that makes things much more difficult, don’t it?” He says, before pointing the gun at them “How ‘bout you entertain a dyin’ man then, how’re ya immune ta everythin’ I hit ya with?”
“It appears so, the magic isn’t strong enough to retether them to this plane, resulting in the soul leaving after a short time, usually only an hour.”
“I’m no demon, why would I have any advice for you? If you think you’ve gone soft, you probably have, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” He says, closing his book and gesturing for them to sit down.
“I’m sure we could figure out a way to strengthen it though. Sounds interesting.”
He sits. “Oh? What could make that good then?”
“Of course we can, but it’s best we do it another time.” She puts the things away “What will we be doing again?”
“You may be a demon, but you’re obviously still very strong, and you have many allies due to you… kinder nature, powerful allies too.”
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“It has some, but the effects are seemingly short lived.”
“Well whatever, I’m Sanviento, I am Damian’s twin brother. What do you want?”
Eito quickly plucks the mushrooms and passes them to Angél.
“Well you just did. Or would you like a different demonstration?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Arthur grins "Thought it would be useful as a kid can't grow up without toys!"
TH crawls out of the shadows, grumpy and jealous.
"I will! I'll put something less.. motor oil covered on as well." He laughs.
When he arrives, the land is much more warped than what he remembers. The Brand stands outside of the palace, waving "Hello there."
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 little paper bird with Felix's face drawn on it flutters over and unfolds. It's an invitation to "Felix's Final Supper."
Podmorski is examining the mannequins, making sure they are in peak condition. "What kind of toys do you think would sell best? I'm thinking action figures and plushies."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Angél smiles and takes them, checking them over for bugs before setting them in the basket "I thank you for your help by the way, not often someone decides to go out of their way to help others."
"I ain't gonna make you swallow anything whole, no need to be a court jester." He pokes him and 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
“So it only temporarily awakens the being before returning its soul to whatever plane it occupied?”
Riotan rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, a dangerous light in his eyes. “Ya got any advice for a demon who thinks he might’ve gone soft lately?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Wendi.*
He takes the toys, putting them out of the way as to not get harmed by his work “How have ya been?”
Grimes walks over, pulling back their mask and kissing them on the lips.
She shakes her head, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it softly “You should keep it, makes ya look even more handsome.”
He sighs, loading Rosemary while he talks “Ya already know I’m gonna shoot ya, twelve times in the chest ta be exact. I would like my wife back.” The distant cackling of the Valentines can be heard.
*Cut for Jobah.*
“It appears so, the magic isn’t strong enough to retether them to this plane, resulting in the soul leaving after a short time, usually only an hour.”
“I’m no demon, why would I have any advice for you? If you think you’ve gone soft, you probably have, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” He says, closing his book and gesturing for them to sit down.
She unfolds the paper and reads its contents, not immediately understanding the 'final' part.
They are all in as close to pristine condition as KK could reach- fresh blood, barely-visible stitching, and spots that were scratched or torn fixed without much evidence that those tears existed in the first place. "Oh, definitely plushes and figurines. Maybe model kits to assemble their own miniature, less-animated ones?"
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 is never a reason not to.” They say, smiling.
Rio raises an eyebrow, smirking.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's what I thought, but he insisted that he had the authority to do that, and even laughed at me when I said otherwise."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Tired mostly, been sleeping more than I probably should. She is catching up to me." He laughs heartily.
They kiss him back, grumbling "I still wish to rip them apart.. how dare they lay a hand on you.."
"Nah, makes me look filthy." He snickers "plus, I wanna look good for you."
"I am sorry, I will have to decline. Your wife deserves this and they want you dead as well.x
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’m sure we could figure out a way to strengthen it though. Sounds interesting.”
He sits. “Oh? What could make that good then?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I suppose but it feels like our world has gotten more.. selfish recently." He explains.
Samaritan sighs and shakes his head "don't give me that look."
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
*happy New Year’s Eve from California!*
"Then he is lying." Angél said, playing with one of the voles "He did something not right, and is now trying to cover himself with a lie in order to not to be found out"
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
*Three people from Texas, two people from Cali, one person from Virginia, and one person from Rhode Island.*
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
“Ah ya need ta take care o’ herself. What was that our caretaker used to say? ‘Even the greatest can only work so much’.” He recites.
He smiles, shaking his head “It didn’t mean anything, your touch is the only one that matters.”
She giggles, “I guess I’ll have ta get one my dresses.” She agrees to meet back in the town square after changing and getting a little cleaner. Coming to the town square in a blood red flowing dress.
“Well that makes things much more difficult, don’t it?” He says, before pointing the gun at them “How ‘bout you entertain a dyin’ man then, how’re ya immune ta everythin’ I hit ya with?”
*oh, who else is from Cali?*
*also, little known fact, Cali is actually a part of the sixth circle of hell*
“Of course we can, but it’s best we do it another time.” She puts the things away “What will we be doing again?”
“You may be a demon, but you’re obviously still very strong, and you have many allies due to you… kinder nature, powerful allies too.”