*Legend has it that the moss grows on The north side of the trees Well, legend has it when the rain comes down All the worms come up to breathe
Well, legend has it when the sunbeams come All the plants, they eat them with their leaves Well, legend has it that the world spins 'round On an axis of 23 degrees*
He shivers slightly, a tear running down his face. "I was gonna be a dad. Now the little'un won't even know my name." He stuffs a spoonful of stew down his throat, closes his eye and scrunches up his face. "Gave a (gp)in' mortal a damned soul coin and now I'm a 'good guy' or some (gp). It was my coin and I wanted t' do somethin' that would make an impact. Somethin' that someone, somewhere would remember."
He takes a deep breath “I’m getting you back to your child, if not for you, just for my own peace of mind. I was a father once… I won’t let that happen to you. What layer do you need to get to?” He asks, standing to his full colossal height, rolling his shoulders “I will do everything within my power to get you back to your kid, and I am very powerful.”
He looks utterly terrified. "Maladomini... Me an' the missus were... in the ruins near Grenpoli, the city of diplomacy. Our child was still just a larva, but I was feedin' him well enough that he could become a full baatezu someday... they'll have a life we never could... but fiends eat soul larva. I'm so scared for em'."
“Okay, I’ll do what I can, and no one will eat your child, if they do, only an Archdevil will be able to stop my rampage at their best hopes. What is your name friend?” He asks, getting on one knee to be somewhat level with them, holding out a hand “I am Ragnerious, but just call me Rag.”
He looks utterly terrified. "Maladomini... Me an' the missus were... in the ruins near Grenpoli, the city of diplomacy. Our child was still just a larva, but I was feedin' him well enough that he could become a full baatezu someday... they'll have a life we never could... but fiends eat soul larva. I'm so scared for em'."
“Okay, I’ll do what I can, and no one will eat your child, if they do, only an Archdevil will be able to stop my rampage at their best hopes. What is your name friend?” He asks, getting on one knee to be somewhat level with them, holding out a hand “I am Ragnerious, but just call me Rag.”
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Patrizio. Named after the lords of Venice. You can call me Pat, if you'd like, Rag."
In a few days’ time, Taika returns. He has all five golems with him. The first, like a praying mantis with claw-like arms and watchful eyes. The second, tall and broad, resembling a bear, with strength and resilience baked into its being. The third, unlike the others in its nature; closer to a fabric doll, soft and foxlike with eyes full of kindness. The fourth, many limbed and agile, quiet; watching with many eyes, careful and precise. And the fifth. The spitting image of a perfect porcelain doll; Long blond hair and a blue dress, eyes full of childlike wonder.
Basil smiles as he looks at them
“Are they to your satisfaction?”
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He looks utterly terrified. "Maladomini... Me an' the missus were... in the ruins near Grenpoli, the city of diplomacy. Our child was still just a larva, but I was feedin' him well enough that he could become a full baatezu someday... they'll have a life we never could... but fiends eat soul larva. I'm so scared for em'."
“Okay, I’ll do what I can, and no one will eat your child, if they do, only an Archdevil will be able to stop my rampage at their best hopes. What is your name friend?” He asks, getting on one knee to be somewhat level with them, holding out a hand “I am Ragnerious, but just call me Rag.”
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Patrizio. Named after the lords of Venice. You can call me Pat, if you'd like, Rag."
“Then consider yourself a friend made Pat. I’ll get you back to your family, and if you ever need anything else from me, just ask.” He says, standing back up to his full height “I’ll talk to some people”.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Patrizio. Named after the lords of Venice. You can call me Pat, if you'd like, Rag."
“Then consider yourself a friend made Pat. I’ll get you back to your family, and if you ever need anything else from me, just ask.” He says, standing back up to his full height “I’ll talk to some people”.
"Thank yeh, pardner. I'll be tryin' to get set up out here. Better to grow up poor on earth than in Hell, I reckon."
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Patrizio. Named after the lords of Venice. You can call me Pat, if you'd like, Rag."
“Then consider yourself a friend made Pat. I’ll get you back to your family, and if you ever need anything else from me, just ask.” He says, standing back up to his full height “I’ll talk to some people”.
"Thank yeh, pardner. I'll be tryin' to get set up out here. Better to grow up poor on earth than in Hell, I reckon."
“I’d be happy to help you with that too, I have no need for money, so you can have mine.” He says, stretching “I should get going for now.” He jumps high into the air, his wings shooting out as he flies away, waving to them before disappearing in an explosion of speed.
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“Okay, I’ll do what I can, and no one will eat your child, if they do, only an Archdevil will be able to stop my rampage at their best hopes. What is your name friend?” He asks, getting on one knee to be somewhat level with them, holding out a hand “I am Ragnerious, but just call me Rag.”
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Patrizio. Named after the lords of Venice. You can call me Pat, if you'd like, Rag."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*an Archdevil, you say?*
“Are they to your satisfaction?”
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Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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“Then consider yourself a friend made Pat. I’ll get you back to your family, and if you ever need anything else from me, just ask.” He says, standing back up to his full height “I’ll talk to some people”.
*Oh hey, I didn’t see you there Arch.*
*I’m everywhere but nowhere, we both know that!*
*Did ya see the stuff in the campaign pm? Also, wanna rp?*
*I’ll check it in a bit. But I’m not entirely sure I wanna roleplay with any of my characters here right now.*
*Actually, an Imp with delusion of grandeur. He will be an Archdevil if no one stops him, however.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Wanna rp anywhere else? It’s all fine if ya don’t, I’ll probably be gone after 7 here anyway.*
*And Rag will help him all the way, unless he turns too evil, in which he will have to beat the sense back into him.*
(hi arch)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Thank yeh, pardner. I'll be tryin' to get set up out here. Better to grow up poor on earth than in Hell, I reckon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’d be happy to help you with that too, I have no need for money, so you can have mine.” He says, stretching “I should get going for now.” He jumps high into the air, his wings shooting out as he flies away, waving to them before disappearing in an explosion of speed.
*ooh, how fun! Devils are awesome. Not as glamorous as Fey, though.*
*I’m alright, but thanks.*
*ello!*
*It’s all good, have a good one.*