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.
"Helianth, Stroth, Riotan, Ichigo, Ragnerious, Sparrow Valentine, I think probably Omori and Saphuno... I think there are more, but only a couple names immediately come to mind. Most of my other friends don't have anything close to the power to bring me back."
"I don't know. I think it's just how color works. We could read some books about it. Would you like that? Colors can be very interesting and fun."
*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?”
"I have... She doesn't know why, either."
She crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes. "She wasn't ready either, not to love anybody. She wasn't ready for what you asked her to do. She died from the stress for God's sake... She only survived cause she wanted to, for you... I'm not gonna tell you what to do, but I just hope you know what you mean to her."
She looks even more concerned, stopping “Then we need to find out what’s wrong.”
He looks confused for a moment “What I asked her to do?” It takes him a minute before he sits down, looking down to his hands “I CANT BELIEVE I DID THAT! IM NEVER GOING TO DRINK AGAIN! IM A [GP] MORON!” He puts his head in his hands before taking a deep breath “I… I didn’t know I meant that much, she means the same to me, or I hope so.”
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.
"Mn.." he starts walking over "Whatcha doing?"
She peels pack a few of the clothes, revealing the soft, lifeless face of the small pup who did not survive. Tears fall down her face and land on the bundle. "I didn't name them yet... I was waiting for you to come up with names with me... And now she's gone, and..." she sobs heavily, whole chest heaving.
"Bored... can't do drugs, can't drink. My sponsor wont let me smoke even a cigarette... So i'm keeping myself occupied."
He shakes as tears fall now, staining his fur and falling to the ground "I.... I am sorry..." He says "I am so sorry..."
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!"
"Oh, it's you." he smiles, a warm smile this time. His whole demeanor has changed. His eyes, what once were solid red, emblazoned with black symbols, are now, for lack of a better word, normal. White scelera, blue irises. "I admit, I had hoped to see you again, but much earlier than now."
He smiles back, chuckling. "Got rid of the book? Darn. I was hoping to be a hero. Had a big moment planned out, too. I was gonna dunk it and eat it like a philly cheese steak, you know?"
"I know. That's not a bad thing. Everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes."
“It’s bad for someone who can tear this town apart. I broke Samaritan’s jaw, and it still hasn’t healed.”
Felix thinks for a bit, then gives a sort of 'I guess' type of nod. "Makes sense. Sammy was asking for it though, right? I've wanted to punch him myself once or twice."
She sighs and continues to dance, shaking her head “You just worry me, I haven’t worried about anyone before but you force me to love you so much.” She says, smiling softly.
“I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I suggested that. I’m such a- I can’t even- I don’t-“ He just doesn’t know what to do anymore or what to say, being very mad at himself.
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.
"Helianth, Stroth, Riotan, Ichigo, Ragnerious, Sparrow Valentine, I think probably Omori and Saphuno... I think there are more, but only a couple names immediately come to mind. Most of my other friends don't have anything close to the power to bring me back."
"I don't know. I think it's just how color works. We could read some books about it. Would you like that? Colors can be very interesting and fun."
He tilts his head "Most of them.. Some do then?" he asks but then stops "Nevermind.. Let me drop it perhaps"
He nods "Books are the things with words in them right?"
"I know. That's not a bad thing. Everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes."
“It’s bad for someone who can tear this town apart. I broke Samaritan’s jaw, and it still hasn’t healed.”
Felix thinks for a bit, then gives a sort of 'I guess' type of nod. "Makes sense. Sammy was asking for it though, right? I've wanted to punch him myself once or twice."
“He didn’t deserve it, he wanted to be the outlet for my rage, I told him it wouldn’t be good, he was convinced otherwise.” He sighs “It’s good to have you back Felix, you look different.”
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.
"Mn.." he starts walking over "Whatcha doing?"
She peels pack a few of the clothes, revealing the soft, lifeless face of the small pup who did not survive. Tears fall down her face and land on the bundle. "I didn't name them yet... I was waiting for you to come up with names with me... And now she's gone, and..." she sobs heavily, whole chest heaving.
"Bored... can't do drugs, can't drink. My sponsor wont let me smoke even a cigarette... So i'm keeping myself occupied."
He shakes as tears fall now, staining his fur and falling to the ground "I.... I am sorry..." He says "I am so sorry..."
"By defacing things?" he chuckles.
"It is not your fault... I stayed with her for as long as I could... I did everything possible... There was no way she would have been able to carry on." She sobs still, hugging him carefully with one arm.
"It's just a tree.." she chuckles, leaning against the tree. "So, you come looking for company? Sorry, I date now, I don't give it away."
He weeps for what he never got a chance to hold, to love. He tries to be strong but he cannot at the moment.
He gives her a deadpan stare "Believe me, if I did, you might not make it through the night. I have a partner dear, and I half believe he would murder you and me if we did anything."
"Helianth, Stroth, Riotan, Ichigo, Ragnerious, Sparrow Valentine, I think probably Omori and Saphuno... I think there are more, but only a couple names immediately come to mind. Most of my other friends don't have anything close to the power to bring me back."
"I don't know. I think it's just how color works. We could read some books about it. Would you like that? Colors can be very interesting and fun."
He tilts his head "Most of them.. Some do then?" he asks but then stops "Nevermind.. Let me drop it perhaps"
He nods "Books are the things with words in them right?"
"Alright. If you don't want to chat about that, I won't press it." He puts a bit of his weight against Angel. "You hungry?"
"You're right! Good job! I'll get you one with a lot of pictures. That way it will be easier to learn all the colors."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"Helianth, Stroth, Riotan, Ichigo, Ragnerious, Sparrow Valentine, I think probably Omori and Saphuno... I think there are more, but only a couple names immediately come to mind. Most of my other friends don't have anything close to the power to bring me back."
"I don't know. I think it's just how color works. We could read some books about it. Would you like that? Colors can be very interesting and fun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks even more concerned, stopping “Then we need to find out what’s wrong.”
He looks confused for a moment “What I asked her to do?” It takes him a minute before he sits down, looking down to his hands “I CANT BELIEVE I DID THAT! IM NEVER GOING TO DRINK AGAIN! IM A [GP] MORON!” He puts his head in his hands before taking a deep breath “I… I didn’t know I meant that much, she means the same to me, or I hope so.”
She grins madly, her eyes blazing with mournful rage.
He nods and stretches.
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
“It’s bad for someone who can tear this town apart. I broke Samaritan’s jaw, and it still hasn’t healed.”
He shakes as tears fall now, staining his fur and falling to the ground "I.... I am sorry..." He says "I am so sorry..."
"By defacing things?" he chuckles.
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 finally smiles with her, throwing some jabs into the air, his golden aura growing.
He heads towards the town.
He smiles back, chuckling. "Got rid of the book? Darn. I was hoping to be a hero. Had a big moment planned out, too. I was gonna dunk it and eat it like a philly cheese steak, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix thinks for a bit, then gives a sort of 'I guess' type of nod. "Makes sense. Sammy was asking for it though, right? I've wanted to punch him myself once or twice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
She sighs and continues to dance, shaking her head “You just worry me, I haven’t worried about anyone before but you force me to love you so much.” She says, smiling softly.
“I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I suggested that. I’m such a- I can’t even- I don’t-“ He just doesn’t know what to do anymore or what to say, being very mad at himself.
He tilts his head "Most of them.. Some do then?" he asks but then stops "Nevermind.. Let me drop it perhaps"
He nods "Books are the things with words in them 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
“He didn’t deserve it, he wanted to be the outlet for my rage, I told him it wouldn’t be good, he was convinced otherwise.” He sighs “It’s good to have you back Felix, you look different.”
*Good place to end for both?*
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
*Very good place to end for both.*
He weeps for what he never got a chance to hold, to love. He tries to be strong but he cannot at the moment.
He gives her a deadpan stare "Believe me, if I did, you might not make it through the night. I have a partner dear, and I half believe he would murder you and me if we did anything."
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
"Alright. If you don't want to chat about that, I won't press it." He puts a bit of his weight against Angel. "You hungry?"
"You're right! Good job! I'll get you one with a lot of pictures. That way it will be easier to learn all the colors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels