Felix pulls him close. "Nah. We strugels are built for cuddles."
"Maybe draw a little man. He could look however you like. I think he would be impressed with your spiral."
*This is the potential of humanity.*
"Are you sure? Please do tell me if you do get uncomfortable," he says gently, fluffing himself again, somehow getting softer.
Azabell begins to do so, it looks like Franz almost because Franz is the only human Azabell has seen.
*Cuddles and fingerpainting.*
"I'll tell you, don't worry. I tend to be very up-front about what's making me uncomfortable these days. Hiding it didn't work out well for me." He pulls Angel into his rolls of fat and fluff.
"That's good. He looks like me." He pats Azabell on the shoulder. "He looks so lonely standing there on his own. So, so lonely." For the first time, his voice takes a sad tone. "How about you paint him a friend?"
*The action is not what is important, but the meaning behind it*
Angel lets him, careful to move his talons out of the way "Oh, well that is a good thing! Better to be open than to keep it in."
Azabell nods and begins to paint what looks like himself, although he seems frustrated he cant get the colors right.
*Baal, I came here last night and smelled your plot to kill Omi. Still want it?*
*Of course.*
Omi hears Felix singing, and the Death Note begins to shiver as though afraid. The reek of radiance fills the air.
"Please don't fear, oh little fox, I shall make this short and painless... All it takes is one CHOKE, Why burden yourself with hope? See your dreams go up in smoke, Put down the Note, Join me!"
Lacai is making Blood Klein Bottles, as he was tought by Thirteen.
Reese is in the graveyard, holding... something. She stands before an open grave.
Cullin *new girl, need desc?* is scratching symbols on a tree with her claws, eyes blank.
Alix walks up behind Reese, holding a number of blankets. "Hey love." he waves.
*Yep.* Samaritan watches as she does, humming in thought.
"A-Alix..." She says, sniffling and turning to face him. "I... A part of me knew you'd come..." *here's my initial intro for the gender-bend. Same character, just female*
Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.
They seem to be religious symbols. She doesn't notice being watched though.
He sniffs the air, dropping the blankets. He walks over and looks at the blanket, his ears dropping.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, sifting through his lifetime as an archdevil to figure out what they mean.
"Careful..." he whispers when Rag grabs his shoulders. "I knew all you guys were powerful, and Stroth doesn't like gods, so I thought it would be better to wait. And I waited. And waited. I was so afraid. All the animals loved me. They wanted to keep me. But I told them I wasn't done yet, so they said they would let me go. But it took so long for someone to come. It felt like years."
He lets go of his shoulders, looking down to his strong hands “Sorry, so sorry. I’m so so sorry, it’s just… you’re my friend, I thought you… I wasn’t in the best state of mind. Last time I lost someone like this… well… you know what happened… so much blood was spilled… I’m sorry.” He takes a deep breath.
Felix puts his paw on Rag's hand. "It's okay. It's really okay. I understand. You're my friend too. Friends forgive each other."
*Hello Salem, of course I do, who would you like?*
*I do not know. Can you pick?*
*Of course, warning, you are going to get Marie.*
Marie is practicing her dancing in a flowing black dress in a graveyard, her hair has turned into snakes and is swaying with her every step.
Antonio is serving meals up in a little waiter’s outfit instead of his school uniform, looking stylish, the clothes tight enough to reveal his lean muscle.
Jax, who was nearby, joins her, sewing himself into her dance perfectly. his eyes look weak and sunken. "Hello, My love..."
"Tony, what the hell are you wearing?" Asks the mother of the love of his life from behind him, arms crossed.
She looks concerned, taking their hands in her own, kissing them softly on the forehead “My dear love, are you okay?” She says, letting herself be led.
He turns to them, smiling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck “Mr.Alterious recommended I wear it Mrs.Alterious.”
"Yes, I'm fine... Had to expell some energy, but I'm here now."
"It's Padfoot... I didn't take his name..." She says, rubbing her arm. "Damian, how ever much I love him, is strange. Get an outfit that's not three sizes too small, please. I don't need my son-in-law dressing like my husband."
“Of course, but you seem like you need a rest. I would be fine with you resting.”
He looks down to his clothes, “Oh yeah, of course… wait did you say son-in-law? I’m not married to Domino yet.” He quickly goes to change, coming back in his school uniform because he has nothing else to look good enough “Sorry.”
"Careful..." he whispers when Rag grabs his shoulders. "I knew all you guys were powerful, and Stroth doesn't like gods, so I thought it would be better to wait. And I waited. And waited. I was so afraid. All the animals loved me. They wanted to keep me. But I told them I wasn't done yet, so they said they would let me go. But it took so long for someone to come. It felt like years."
He lets go of his shoulders, looking down to his strong hands “Sorry, so sorry. I’m so so sorry, it’s just… you’re my friend, I thought you… I wasn’t in the best state of mind. Last time I lost someone like this… well… you know what happened… so much blood was spilled… I’m sorry.” He takes a deep breath.
Felix puts his paw on Rag's hand. "It's okay. It's really okay. I understand. You're my friend too. Friends forgive each other."
He nods, making sure not to crush them with his strength “You are my friend, I’m sorry it’s just, I get emotional, you know?”
"I'll tell you, don't worry. I tend to be very up-front about what's making me uncomfortable these days. Hiding it didn't work out well for me." He pulls Angel into his rolls of fat and fluff.
"That's good. He looks like me." He pats Azabell on the shoulder. "He looks so lonely standing there on his own. So, so lonely." For the first time, his voice takes a sad tone. "How about you paint him a friend?"
*The action is not what is important, but the meaning behind it*
Angel lets him, careful to move his talons out of the way "Oh, well that is a good thing! Better to be open than to keep it in."
Azabell nods and begins to paint what looks like himself, although he seems frustrated he cant get the colors right.
Felix nods. He just keeps holding Angel for a bit. "...You're very soft."
"Don't get upset. You're doing good. Mixing the paints is one of the hardest parts."
Lacai is making Blood Klein Bottles, as he was tought by Thirteen.
Reese is in the graveyard, holding... something. She stands before an open grave.
Cullin *new girl, need desc?* is scratching symbols on a tree with her claws, eyes blank.
Alix walks up behind Reese, holding a number of blankets. "Hey love." he waves.
*Yep.* Samaritan watches as she does, humming in thought.
"A-Alix..." She says, sniffling and turning to face him. "I... A part of me knew you'd come..." *here's my initial intro for the gender-bend. Same character, just female*
Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.
They seem to be religious symbols. She doesn't notice being watched though.
He sniffs the air, dropping the blankets. He walks over and looks at the blanket, his ears dropping.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, sifting through his lifetime as an archdevil to figure out what they mean.
"I've been waiting here for you... We had triplets, you remember how beautiful they were... All of them, your beautiful fur... my eyes. Our daughter, the smallest of the three. Do you remember how sick she was?..." She says, looking into the bundle of clothes she holds. "She died, Alix..."
If he has no musical knowledge, he finds nothing. Though, if he does, he can recognize them as symbols and logos of bands.
He seems to stop breathing, his tail stopping. His face falls as he stares at the bundle. Tears form in his eyes slowly, he can't seem to find the words.
*Hello Salem, of course I do, who would you like?*
*I do not know. Can you pick?*
*Of course, warning, you are going to get Marie.*
Marie is practicing her dancing in a flowing black dress in a graveyard, her hair has turned into snakes and is swaying with her every step.
Antonio is serving meals up in a little waiter’s outfit instead of his school uniform, looking stylish, the clothes tight enough to reveal his lean muscle.
Jax, who was nearby, joins her, sewing himself into her dance perfectly. his eyes look weak and sunken. "Hello, My love..."
"Tony, what the hell are you wearing?" Asks the mother of the love of his life from behind him, arms crossed.
She looks concerned, taking their hands in her own, kissing them softly on the forehead “My dear love, are you okay?” She says, letting herself be led.
He turns to them, smiling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck “Mr.Alterious recommended I wear it Mrs.Alterious.”
"Yes, I'm fine... Had to expell some energy, but I'm here now."
"It's Padfoot... I didn't take his name..." She says, rubbing her arm. "Damian, how ever much I love him, is strange. Get an outfit that's not three sizes too small, please. I don't need my son-in-law dressing like my husband."
“Of course, but you seem like you need a rest. I would be fine with you resting.”
He looks down to his clothes, “Oh yeah, of course… wait did you say son-in-law? I’m not married to Domino yet.” He quickly goes to change, coming back in his school uniform because he has nothing else to look good enough “Sorry.”
"The cold overtakes me some days... I am fine." he says, dipping her.
"I see the way she looks at you... It's the same way I look at Damian, how I used to look at... It doesn't matter." She grabs his shoulder. "She loves you, Tony..."
She lets herself be dipped, kissing him on the cheek “Maybe you should talk to Yuki.”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t dig any farther “I… I love her too, but I’m still only 18.” He looks into her eyes, rubbing the back of his neck “I just don’t know if I’m ready, you know?”
*Baal, I came here last night and smelled your plot to kill Omi. Still want it?*
*Of course.*
Omi hears Felix singing, and the Death Note begins to shiver as though afraid. The reek of radiance fills the air.
"Please don't fear, oh little fox, I shall make this short and painless... All it takes is one CHOKE, Why burden yourself with hope? See your dreams go up in smoke, Put down the Note, Join me!"
Felix cannot feel the presence of the note. Omi opens his door, looking for any sign of the singing.
Felix is approaching, holding a large jar filled with some glowing gold substance as he sings. His eyes are also glowing gold instead of their usual pink.
"It's my craft, It's my intention, I call to primal conventions, It's my greatest invention!"
"I'll tell you, don't worry. I tend to be very up-front about what's making me uncomfortable these days. Hiding it didn't work out well for me." He pulls Angel into his rolls of fat and fluff.
"That's good. He looks like me." He pats Azabell on the shoulder. "He looks so lonely standing there on his own. So, so lonely." For the first time, his voice takes a sad tone. "How about you paint him a friend?"
*The action is not what is important, but the meaning behind it*
Angel lets him, careful to move his talons out of the way "Oh, well that is a good thing! Better to be open than to keep it in."
Azabell nods and begins to paint what looks like himself, although he seems frustrated he cant get the colors right.
Felix nods. He just keeps holding Angel for a bit. "...You're very soft."
"Don't get upset. You're doing good. Mixing the paints is one of the hardest parts."
"Thank you." He says, his voice gentle "You are very soft as well." after a moment, they speak again "You said you were confused why I only came to look for you... are there others you are friends with?"
"Why does a little make it not the right color but to much makes it way worse?" He asks.
*Cut for Wendi.*
He doesn’t smile just yet, hugging her back “Yes, but this time, but please be careful.”
“The fact that you want to try is enough. I would love for you to help.” He takes some of the tree seeds, giving them to him.
She closes the door to the cave behind them using a large boulder. (Could you make the pm if you want one?)
Angel lets him, careful to move his talons out of the way "Oh, well that is a good thing! Better to be open than to keep it in."
Azabell nods and begins to paint what looks like himself, although he seems frustrated he cant get the colors right.
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
*Of course.*
Omi hears Felix singing, and the Death Note begins to shiver as though afraid. The reek of radiance fills the air.
"Please don't fear, oh little fox, I shall make this short and painless...
All it takes is one CHOKE,
Why burden yourself with hope?
See your dreams go up in smoke,
Put down the Note,
Join me!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sniffs the air, dropping the blankets. He walks over and looks at the blanket, his ears dropping.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, sifting through his lifetime as an archdevil to figure out what they mean.
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
Felix puts his paw on Rag's hand. "It's okay. It's really okay. I understand. You're my friend too. Friends forgive each other."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Of course, but you seem like you need a rest. I would be fine with you resting.”
He looks down to his clothes, “Oh yeah, of course… wait did you say son-in-law? I’m not married to Domino yet.” He quickly goes to change, coming back in his school uniform because he has nothing else to look good enough “Sorry.”
"I will. I make him so he can't run, can't hide.. you can deliver what he deserves." She says.
He nods and helps him, digging holes into the ground and putting the seeds in.
(Yep!)
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 nods, making sure not to crush them with his strength “You are my friend, I’m sorry it’s just, I get emotional, you know?”
Felix nods. He just keeps holding Angel for a bit. "...You're very soft."
"Don't get upset. You're doing good. Mixing the paints is one of the hardest parts."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles and rolls his shoulders “Best if I prepare them for when I’m going to kill that [gp] a second time over.”
After a while all the trees are planted in the ashes. Rag stands up “Well done, now we wait.”
He seems to stop breathing, his tail stopping. His face falls as he stares at the bundle. Tears form in his eyes slowly, he can't seem to find the words.
"Mn.." he starts walking over "Whatcha doing?"
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 lets herself be dipped, kissing him on the cheek “Maybe you should talk to Yuki.”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t dig any farther “I… I love her too, but I’m still only 18.” He looks into her eyes, rubbing the back of his neck “I just don’t know if I’m ready, you know?”
Felix is approaching, holding a large jar filled with some glowing gold substance as he sings. His eyes are also glowing gold instead of their usual pink.
"It's my craft,
It's my intention,
I call to primal conventions,
It's my greatest invention!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you." He says, his voice gentle "You are very soft as well." after a moment, they speak again "You said you were confused why I only came to look for you... are there others you are friends with?"
"Why does a little make it not the right color but to much makes it way worse?" He asks.
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 know. That's not a bad thing. Everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels