*That sounds fun, always good to see more characters. Would you like to rp?*
*her name is Mother Ostankya*
*and absolutely, would you be so kind as to choose?*
*Of course I would, though I do not know who to choose myself. Mother Misery and Vanilla if you may.*
Mother misery is in her hospital, taking a small break after healing someone of the weeping pox.
Vanilla is bored, sitting next to the fireplace and staring into a snowglobe. There is a blizzard outside.
The Hunter watches, bemused by the attempt as healing, a vial of some strange liquid in his hands as he hums a strange tune to himself.
A woman in an all black dress with crimson detailing sits next to them, a bottle of wine in one hand, to glasses held in the other, offering one to them.
*That sounds fun, always good to see more characters. Would you like to rp?*
*her name is Mother Ostankya*
*and absolutely, would you be so kind as to choose?*
*Of course I would, though I do not know who to choose myself. Mother Misery and Vanilla if you may.*
Mother misery is in her hospital, taking a small break after healing someone of the weeping pox.
Vanilla is bored, sitting next to the fireplace and staring into a snowglobe. There is a blizzard outside.
The Hunter watches, bemused by the attempt as healing, a vial of some strange liquid in his hands as he hums a strange tune to himself.
A woman in an all black dress with crimson detailing sits next to them, a bottle of wine in one hand, to glasses held in the other, offering one to them.
Mother misery notices him, turning to face him. “Do you have business here?”
Curious, Vanilla takes the glass, sniffing it. He gives the woman a piece of chocolate.
*That sounds fun, always good to see more characters. Would you like to rp?*
*her name is Mother Ostankya*
*and absolutely, would you be so kind as to choose?*
*Of course I would, though I do not know who to choose myself. Mother Misery and Vanilla if you may.*
Mother misery is in her hospital, taking a small break after healing someone of the weeping pox.
Vanilla is bored, sitting next to the fireplace and staring into a snowglobe. There is a blizzard outside.
The Hunter watches, bemused by the attempt as healing, a vial of some strange liquid in his hands as he hums a strange tune to himself.
A woman in an all black dress with crimson detailing sits next to them, a bottle of wine in one hand, to glasses held in the other, offering one to them.
Mother misery notices him, turning to face him. “Do you have business here?”
Curious, Vanilla takes the glass, sniffing it. He gives the woman a piece of chocolate.
He raises an eyebrow “Possibly, that depends on if you would like to cure these people.” He says, a slightly crazy glint in his eyes.
Both the woman and the glass reek of blood and wine. She happily takes the chocolate, her voice and demeanor suggesting royal origins “Why thank you, my dear.”
*That sounds fun, always good to see more characters. Would you like to rp?*
*her name is Mother Ostankya*
*and absolutely, would you be so kind as to choose?*
*Of course I would, though I do not know who to choose myself. Mother Misery and Vanilla if you may.*
Mother misery is in her hospital, taking a small break after healing someone of the weeping pox.
Vanilla is bored, sitting next to the fireplace and staring into a snowglobe. There is a blizzard outside.
The Hunter watches, bemused by the attempt as healing, a vial of some strange liquid in his hands as he hums a strange tune to himself.
A woman in an all black dress with crimson detailing sits next to them, a bottle of wine in one hand, to glasses held in the other, offering one to them.
Mother misery notices him, turning to face him. “Do you have business here?”
Curious, Vanilla takes the glass, sniffing it. He gives the woman a piece of chocolate.
He raises an eyebrow “Possibly, that depends on if you would like to cure these people.” He says, a slightly crazy glint in his eyes.
Both the woman and the glass reek of blood and wine. She happily takes the chocolate, her voice and demeanor suggesting royal origins “Why thank you, my dear.”
He hands them the vial “Give this to someone and they will be cured.”
She smirk softly at them “You know what they say about curiosity. I would have to say it’s both.” She sips some of her own.
She examines it carefully. “Mm, what is is This?”
he considers it for a moment, but eventually he takes a sip of the blood wine concoction.
“A perfect cure for any disease. A all cure if you will.” He says, smiling under his mask.
It is delicious, though definitely cursed. They would be immune to the curse, which doesn’t surprise the Duchess “What would you think?”
”I see… how does it work?”
”i liked it. But that was soooooo magical, tell me, what was it supposed to do to me?”
“You drink it, and in a matter of minutes any disease is removed from the body, leaving it in perfect health.”
She crosses her legs, sipping her own wine calmly “It may provide the crimson curse, which would give you an insatiable thirst for this wine, tearing yourself apart in the attempt to get more.”
He hands them the vial “Give this to someone and they will be cured.”
She smirk softly at them “You know what they say about curiosity. I would have to say it’s both.” She sips some of her own.
She examines it carefully. “Mm, what is is This?”
he considers it for a moment, but eventually he takes a sip of the blood wine concoction.
“A perfect cure for any disease. A all cure if you will.” He says, smiling under his mask.
It is delicious, though definitely cursed. They would be immune to the curse, which doesn’t surprise the Duchess “What would you think?”
”I see… how does it work?”
”i liked it. But that was soooooo magical, tell me, what was it supposed to do to me?”
“You drink it, and in a matter of minutes any disease is removed from the body, leaving it in perfect health.”
She crosses her legs, sipping her own wine calmly “It may provide the crimson curse, which would give you an insatiable thirst for this wine, tearing yourself apart in the attempt to get more.”
”mm… what does it come from?”
“Ooh, how fun! i don’t like wine all that much though. Are you cursed?”
He hands them the vial “Give this to someone and they will be cured.”
She smirk softly at them “You know what they say about curiosity. I would have to say it’s both.” She sips some of her own.
She examines it carefully. “Mm, what is is This?”
he considers it for a moment, but eventually he takes a sip of the blood wine concoction.
“A perfect cure for any disease. A all cure if you will.” He says, smiling under his mask.
It is delicious, though definitely cursed. They would be immune to the curse, which doesn’t surprise the Duchess “What would you think?”
”I see… how does it work?”
”i liked it. But that was soooooo magical, tell me, what was it supposed to do to me?”
“You drink it, and in a matter of minutes any disease is removed from the body, leaving it in perfect health.”
She crosses her legs, sipping her own wine calmly “It may provide the crimson curse, which would give you an insatiable thirst for this wine, tearing yourself apart in the attempt to get more.”
”mm… what does it come from?”
“Ooh, how fun! i don’t like wine all that much though. Are you cursed?”
“My homeland of Yharnam, you likely haven’t heard of it.”
She nods “Unfortunately so.” Her turns her hand, revealing it incredibly pale, like a dead person, though she is not dead.
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*happy new years!*
*Happy new years Arch.*
*how art thou?*
*I’m fine, how art thou?*
*quite well! I’m making a hag.*
*That sounds fun, always good to see more characters. Would you like to rp?*
*her name is Mother Ostankya*
*and absolutely, would you be so kind as to choose?*
*Of course I would, though I do not know who to choose myself. Mother Misery and Vanilla if you may.*
Mother misery is in her hospital, taking a small break after healing someone of the weeping pox.
Vanilla is bored, sitting next to the fireplace and staring into a snowglobe. There is a blizzard outside.
The Hunter watches, bemused by the attempt as healing, a vial of some strange liquid in his hands as he hums a strange tune to himself.
A woman in an all black dress with crimson detailing sits next to them, a bottle of wine in one hand, to glasses held in the other, offering one to them.
Mother misery notices him, turning to face him. “Do you have business here?”
Curious, Vanilla takes the glass, sniffing it. He gives the woman a piece of chocolate.
He raises an eyebrow “Possibly, that depends on if you would like to cure these people.” He says, a slightly crazy glint in his eyes.
Both the woman and the glass reek of blood and wine. She happily takes the chocolate, her voice and demeanor suggesting royal origins “Why thank you, my dear.”
“Well… yes, I would… I’m a doctor.”
“Is this actually wine, or is it blood?”
*Cut for Arch.*
He hands them the vial “Give this to someone and they will be cured.”
She smirk softly at them “You know what they say about curiosity. I would have to say it’s both.” She sips some of her own.
She examines it carefully. “Mm, what is is This?”
he considers it for a moment, but eventually he takes a sip of the blood wine concoction.
“A perfect cure for any disease. A all cure if you will.” He says, smiling under his mask.
It is delicious, though definitely cursed. They would be immune to the curse, which doesn’t surprise the Duchess “What would you think?”
”I see… how does it work?”
”i liked it. But that was soooooo magical, tell me, what was it supposed to do to me?”
“You drink it, and in a matter of minutes any disease is removed from the body, leaving it in perfect health.”
She crosses her legs, sipping her own wine calmly “It may provide the crimson curse, which would give you an insatiable thirst for this wine, tearing yourself apart in the attempt to get more.”
”mm… what does it come from?”
“Ooh, how fun! i don’t like wine all that much though. Are you cursed?”
“My homeland of Yharnam, you likely haven’t heard of it.”
She nods “Unfortunately so.” Her turns her hand, revealing it incredibly pale, like a dead person, though she is not dead.