*I've been trying to give Franz a darker twist, like maybe he stalks abusers in an attempt to understand them better and find a way to get them to stop. I want him to be creepier, basically. As if shearing off your flesh and feeding it to people wasn't creepy enough. What I mean is, I want him to do something outright harmful beyond just feeding them his body in the form of jelly.*
*I've been trying to give Franz a darker twist, like maybe he stalks abusers in an attempt to understand them better and find a way to get them to stop. I want him to be creepier, basically. As if shearing off your flesh and feeding it to people wasn't creepy enough. What I mean is, I want him to do something outright harmful beyond just feeding them his body in the form of jelly.*
*Anyway, who wants to RP?*
*I’m thinking of making a fembarbarian*
*and i’d love to*
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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.
*I've been trying to give Franz a darker twist, like maybe he stalks abusers in an attempt to understand them better and find a way to get them to stop. I want him to be creepier, basically. As if shearing off your flesh and feeding it to people wasn't creepy enough. What I mean is, I want him to do something outright harmful beyond just feeding them his body in the form of jelly.*
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*Yay :D*
*How’re ya doin? Wanna rp?*
*Y e s.*
*Who might you want me dearest chum.*
*I suppose anyone you feel will do.*
*Then here you go.*
Sparrow has broken free from his chains, his body broken and bloody, the cuffs still attached to his arms as he stumbles around the castle, looking to cave the Brand’s face in with his bare hands if that’s what it takes.
The Faceless Merchant is seemingly holding something strangely familiar to Allison, eerily so. He has his cloak up, and isn’t saying anything like always as he looks down to the mask in his hands.
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*dagnabbit*
*Ya win some ya lose some lil bro, how you doin? Wanna rp?*
*I’m good. They keep injecting aubergine in my back. And sure, I’d love to rp*
*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*i don’t really have any preference*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*dagnabbit*
*Ya win some ya lose some lil bro, how you doin? Wanna rp?*
*I’m good. They keep injecting aubergine in my back. And sure, I’d love to rp*
*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*i don’t really have any preference*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
Rio is attracted by the odor of blood and heads over.
Suhou is roaming the woods absently and moves toward Henry cautiously.
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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.
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*Yay :D*
*How’re ya doin? Wanna rp?*
*Y e s.*
*Who might you want me dearest chum.*
*I suppose anyone you feel will do.*
*Then here you go.*
Sparrow has broken free from his chains, his body broken and bloody, the cuffs still attached to his arms as he stumbles around the castle, looking to cave the Brand’s face in with his bare hands if that’s what it takes.
The Faceless Merchant is seemingly holding something strangely familiar to Allison, eerily so. He has his cloak up, and isn’t saying anything like always as he looks down to the mask in his hands.
The Brand is in the main chamber, Stroth and him are in a battle that would be stunning if it weren't so bloody. The two are cut up horribly, bearing wounds of every kind.
Allison is wandering around the market, humming to herself as she peruses the stalls.
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*dagnabbit*
*Ya win some ya lose some lil bro, how you doin? Wanna rp?*
*I’m good. They keep injecting aubergine in my back. And sure, I’d love to rp*
*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*i don’t really have any preference*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
Rio is attracted by the odor of blood and heads over.
Suhou is roaming the woods absently and moves toward Henry cautiously.
She turns to Rio, smiling softly at them, pouring them a glass of blood wine, the odor of a curse mixing with the smell of blood “Hello there good sir.” She says, surprisingly well mannered.
Henry doesn’t move at first, before taking in a deep breath and disappearing. Suddenly there is a blade to Suhou’s throat.
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Azabell is following him around like a mutated puppy, not doing much but watching like a freaky living security camera.
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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
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*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*Y e s.*
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
*Who might you want me dearest chum.*
Rio smirks and emits a purr-like vibration.
“You come from the heavens?”
After a bit, she awakens, yawning. “I needed that…”
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 anyone you feel will do.*
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've been trying to give Franz a darker twist, like maybe he stalks abusers in an attempt to understand them better and find a way to get them to stop. I want him to be creepier, basically. As if shearing off your flesh and feeding it to people wasn't creepy enough. What I mean is, I want him to do something outright harmful beyond just feeding them his body in the form of jelly.*
*Anyway, who wants to RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i don’t really have any preference*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Gods, you are not a snake, you're a bloody cat." He barked out a laugh.
"Maybe?.. I do not think so.." It says "Something more primordial.."
"From what I saw, it was an amazing thing for you." He chuckled.
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 thinking of making a fembarbarian*
*and i’d love to*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
* M E. *
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
*Then here you go.*
Sparrow has broken free from his chains, his body broken and bloody, the cuffs still attached to his arms as he stumbles around the castle, looking to cave the Brand’s face in with his bare hands if that’s what it takes.
The Faceless Merchant is seemingly holding something strangely familiar to Allison, eerily so. He has his cloak up, and isn’t saying anything like always as he looks down to the mask in his hands.
“Ah, I’m whatever I’d like to be. An’ right now that takes a feline bent, I suppose.”
“And where would that be?”
“Whaddya mean by that?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Gooooooood morning*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
Rio is attracted by the odor of blood and heads over.
Suhou is roaming the woods absently and moves toward Henry cautiously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Brand is in the main chamber, Stroth and him are in a battle that would be stunning if it weren't so bloody. The two are cut up horribly, bearing wounds of every kind.
Allison is wandering around the market, humming to herself as she peruses the stalls.
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 turns to Rio, smiling softly at them, pouring them a glass of blood wine, the odor of a curse mixing with the smell of blood “Hello there good sir.” She says, surprisingly well mannered.
Henry doesn’t move at first, before taking in a deep breath and disappearing. Suddenly there is a blade to Suhou’s throat.
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He laughs and hugs him "You hungry?"
"I.. do not know.." It said, a look falling over its 'face'.
"You needed the rest Loriche."
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
Azabell is following him around like a mutated puppy, not doing much but watching like a freaky living security camera.
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