Lord's Rest Inn

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 *Hello to you too Jobah, a blessing to see you.*

*how you doin?*

 *I’m alive, and that’s great I think.*

*Very great. I'm just glad to be here. Wanna rp?*

 *You don’t even have to ask, I’m glad you’re here, who you want?*

*Merabelle, John, and anyone else*

 *Of course my good man.*

 Merabelle is gathering firewood to keep Omori warm, unbothered by the cold, wearing what is necessary in terms of clothing but not much else, leaning into her origins as a Goliath.

 John is taking a nap in one of the chairs on the porch of the Inn, tapping into his fatherly ability to fall asleep sitting straight up, and snoring like a beast.

 Damian is cooking in the kitchen, getting more flashy with it with time, tossing knifes and catching them, cooking meat with fire spells, smiling wide.

Hayden is practicing her magic outside, heavily bundled up.

Rio walks over to him, holding a large wicker basket that's rattling around a lot.

Thirteen is at the bar, writing happily.

 She sees them and walks over, a mountain of sticks and such on her shoulder “Now what’re ya doin’ here?”

 He remains dead asleep, another ability he has seemingly mastered, his chest expanding with every snore.

 Damian walks over, placing down a plate “Hey Thirteen, it’s been a while since we’ve talked hasn’t it?”

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*gay fox is back, ladies, gents and beautiful enbies*

 *Oh hey, wanna rp? I’ve got a new character.*

 *what a coincidence, so do I.*

 *Would you want to rp with me then?*

*I am making a folk horror cannibal cult leader inspired by Hannibal and Welcome Home.*

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*I am making a folk horror cannibal cult leader inspired by Hannibal and Welcome Home.*

 *YAAAAY!*

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*cut*

“Saphuno. You are a married woman.”

“Not much… I’ve just been making it day to day. Trying my best.”

“When people refer to me, they dub me Eito.”

 

 "And you're Ace. I meant like, the way I adore Felix." She says, shoving his arm.

"Same here..." she sighs, bringing her kids back over to her. She smiles. "I loved you, you know..."

"A charming name. Are you a deity as well?"

“Oh good.” He says, relieved. “I’m honestly not sure how I’d deal with that if you weren’t.”

He goes utterly silent and blushes deeply. “B-but… children? And I thought… Alix?”

“Certainly not. After all, there is only One. I am but a vessel to receive Their light.”

 "you think me a cheater?..." She frowns, "Well, I'd be lying if said i didnt think about you in that way. though, i met you before damian"

"Past tense, sweetie. Yeah, i know. That's why i feel comfy telling you,I've settled down. That, and you broke me..."

"You must think I'm Them, then." he chuckles. "That, or, I'm not truly A God... but, you receive the light well, you are beautiful."

“…” Thirteen’s expression is blank.

“I… broke you?”

“Perhaps you are some form or incarnation of divinity. But there is no way for me to know, since if you are truly God you are unknowable. And you think me beautiful? That is a very kind statement. I am flawed, sadly.”

 "Im a bun, though, so... Not Exactly a prude.."

"You refused your duties as the Wielder, i held a deep, possibly misguided, affection for you... and, i had spent most of my free life preparing to carry out my side of the Prophesy... i had no purpose..."

"Arent we all?~" he asks, cupping their chin with a paw, chirping.

“I’m not joining a polycule with you, Saphuno. I am aromantic and asexual and I don’t know if Damian would even accept that if I wasn’t and I wanted to.”

“I… I’m sorry. I guess I just didn’t want to have to live out some prophecy and sacrifice my old life… but I never thought about how it affected you.”

Eito smiles faintly. “When I say flawed, I mean that I am actively a being that cannot fully reach the enlightenment and perfection and oneness with God that others can. My duty is ever to serve as a prophet, forever sealed out of other worlds beyond this one in the physical sense. However, my mind travels to worlds hitherto unknown. But perhaps oneness with God can be pursued in other ways…”

 "I don't want that, Damn it!" She says, slamming a fist onto the counter. "I liked you that way, but I adore you the way I do Felix. A friend..." she sighs.

"I accept your apology. Funny phrasing, isn't it?..." She ruffles the hair of one of her kids, smiling. "But, oh well. You ruined my life, but I built a new one. I don't harbor any hate for you anymore."

"I know what you mean... I can't feel His light anymore, not often, anyway. Ever since I got this" He says, pulling out a black notebook "My connection with The Big Guy has been a bit fuzzy. I only feel Him when I'm not holding the book."

*oh I was thinking we could start a new one since so much time has passed*

"Okay. Well, glad to hear that, at least."

"..." Klei is quiet. He has very little to add, and feels awful right now.

"What is that object?"

 *It's really up to you.*

"Even if you are a butthole sometimes" She says, punching his shoulder.

"So, how about you? How's the fates been treating you since we stopped listening to them?"

"It's the object that gives me my power, that fuels my life as a Shinigami." He hands them the book. On the front, in slashed letters, it reads "Death Note".

*I'd honestly prefer to start a new one if possible*

Thirteen winces slightly. "I've been told that before."

"...fine. I've stayed out of jail, at least."

"My knowledge of deathly beings such as yourself does not include such an artifact." They don't touch it directly, merely looking at it.