“That’s okay, but you’re doing everything on your own, if you keep doing this, you’ll be carrying burdens you can’t.” He squints, seemingly thinking about something.
“Anything they can get, apparently they are easy targets, women and children who escaped some kind of crisis.”
She rolls his shoulder sensually “Now, where are we goin’ ta eat sweetheart?” She asks.
Sparrow tries to say something, but the Sister latch his mouth shut, trying to take Rosemary, the weapon burning their hands on contact.
*Sort of. He needs to perform a special ritual to do so, which is difficult to do without the consent of both parties. He basically uses food to absorb sin from the one to be purified, then he eats the food so it won't leech back into the environment. He can also wield the powers of corruption and transgression without actually committing any evil acts. So like a demon, kind of.*
*Hmm, interesting, that’s a pretty cool character concept, I would never come up with something that crazy. What’s the guy’s name?*
*Manceron, named after the chef from Delicioux, a French movie I like.*
*Sort of. He needs to perform a special ritual to do so, which is difficult to do without the consent of both parties. He basically uses food to absorb sin from the one to be purified, then he eats the food so it won't leech back into the environment. He can also wield the powers of corruption and transgression without actually committing any evil acts. So like a demon, kind of.*
*Hmm, interesting, that’s a pretty cool character concept, I would never come up with something that crazy. What’s the guy’s name?*
*Manceron, named after the chef from Delicioux, a French movie I like.*
*Deeply interesting, I might want to watch that movie. I’ll be happy to see your character, truly.*
“That’s okay, but you’re doing everything on your own, if you keep doing this, you’ll be carrying burdens you can’t.” He squints, seemingly thinking about something.
“Anything they can get, apparently they are easy targets, women and children who escaped some kind of crisis.”
She rolls his shoulder sensually “Now, where are we goin’ ta eat sweetheart?” She asks.
Sparrow tries to say something, but the Sister latch his mouth shut, trying to take Rosemary, the weapon burning their hands on contact.
He sighs and nods "I suppose but it feels better when it's just me." He shrugs.
"Mn.. not right in the slightest." He said, rolling his shoulder "Someone should stop them." He raises a brow and grins.
"Little outdoor restaurant. Caters to both meat eaters and vegetarians." He explains.
"Have a good day." He bows and disappears into the castle.
“That’s okay, but you’re doing everything on your own, if you keep doing this, you’ll be carrying burdens you can’t.” He squints, seemingly thinking about something.
“Anything they can get, apparently they are easy targets, women and children who escaped some kind of crisis.”
She rolls his shoulder sensually “Now, where are we goin’ ta eat sweetheart?” She asks.
Sparrow tries to say something, but the Sister latch his mouth shut, trying to take Rosemary, the weapon burning their hands on contact.
He sighs and nods "I suppose but it feels better when it's just me." He shrugs.
"Mn.. not right in the slightest." He said, rolling his shoulder "Someone should stop them." He raises a brow and grins.
"Little outdoor restaurant. Caters to both meat eaters and vegetarians." He explains.
"Have a good day." He bows and disappears into the castle.
He shrugs “If you say so… I’m getting the strange feeling something has gone wrong. It’s probably nothing, I should get back to work.”
He smirks back at them, “It’s not likely they will live much longer, I know where they will be, and I don’t often miss.” He loads the rifle.
She smiles lovingly “Sounds lovely,” She holds out a hand for them to take “Please, lead the way my love.”
*I am awake.*
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
*Wanna continue our rp?*
*Yezzz*
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’ll go get it for you.*
*Manceron, named after the chef from Delicioux, a French movie I like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Deeply interesting, I might want to watch that movie. I’ll be happy to see your character, truly.*
*for everyone*
Thirteen is working on his notes on the toll the dead cantrip.
Mauric is crying on the roof once again.
Loriche is back at camp, setting up all of her traps, fences, and automatic weapons to fend off the Wolf.
Riotan is stealing and eating peoples' pets to unwind.
Hayden is working on her psychic radio outside. It's going pretty well.
Eito is helping Angél forage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian calms to the roof to comfort Mauric again, knowing he needs it.
A silver mist sets in, and as suddenly as anything else, the Hunter is sitting in the center of her camp, seemingly silently meditating, legs crossed.
Mauric is sat on the edge of the gable, holding his legs up against his chest with his face buried in his knees.
She whirls around, pulling out her handaxe. "WHO-"
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 sighs and nods "I suppose but it feels better when it's just me." He shrugs.
"Mn.. not right in the slightest." He said, rolling his shoulder "Someone should stop them." He raises a brow and grins.
"Little outdoor restaurant. Caters to both meat eaters and vegetarians." He explains.
"Have a good day." He bows and disappears into the castle.
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
Home is watching her, confused as anything.
Samaritan walks up behind Riotan, hugging him.
Angél looks.. sad almost as he forages.
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 shrugs “If you say so… I’m getting the strange feeling something has gone wrong. It’s probably nothing, I should get back to work.”
He smirks back at them, “It’s not likely they will live much longer, I know where they will be, and I don’t often miss.” He loads the rifle.
She smiles lovingly “Sounds lovely,” She holds out a hand for them to take “Please, lead the way my love.”
Damian silently sits next to them, patting their shoulder “It’s going to be okay, I’m here for you.” He says, trying to comfort them.
The Hunter opens an eye, the silver piercing the mist “Oh, hello again.” He stands up, dusting himself off.
*i’m baaaaack*
*Welcome back, want to continue?*
*Welcome back, Arch! Would you like to rp, perchance?*
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)
*indeed! I’ll reply real quick*
*sure!(
*Ah, take your time my friend.*