His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.
"Unfortunate accident with a door." she avoids eye contact.
“How terrible, if you ever need help I’d be happy to.” He stands back up, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade.
"I don't think I will." she brushes her hair out of her face. "I'm just traveling."
“I’m quite the traveler myself, we may encounter each other again, don’t say that I won’t meet you again.”
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that, I suppose"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Hey there! I was just killing my family real quick. Vampire, right?" He stretches casually, then racks his shotgun. "I've got a lot of bodies to drain before the barbecue. Would you like some? "
She smiles all the wider at their nonchalant demeanor, their flesh tearing to make a wider grin “I would love some, though vampire is not completely correct.” She holds out a hand to them, “Ambrosia, and who might you be?”
He takes it in his gore-stained claw and shakes firmly. "Zaliastar. Pleasure to meet you, Ambrosia. Gosh, the people here are mighty nice." He speaks as though he hasn't just killed around 45 of them in quick succession.
Her own claws tear out through her flesh as she gives them an equally firm shake “Nice isn’t exactly the word for it, though everyone is very accepting.” She chuckles, tilting her head before curtsying deeply, looking down “How many may I have?”
"What's that you're making?" The demon asks, turning over the rapidly cooking kebab as he takes its temperature. "Looks neat-o."
"A device to trap god-like creatures. Can withhold even the old gods of the primordial age." He said "I should know, I have tested it."
"Wow, that really is neat-o!" He nods when he sees the temperature on his thermometer and hands back the skewer with all the flesh and fruit on it. "I just moved into the neighborhood, and I'm glad you've decided to give me such a warm welcome! Dang decent of you all, I'd say."
"You're very welcome." She responds. After a second, her gaze drifts back to the skulls. "You said the skulls are carved to resemble people you like and beasts you hunted, yes? Who or what are each of those skulls from?"
“Well, each beast I encounter is most commonly resembling a canine of some kind, but some scientists and occultists have created fusions between humans and things such as horses.” He points to them “One of the mightiest foes I had ever faced, a true warrior.”
"Interesting... Some of them do look like they came from rather fearsome foes- well, from what I can see of their skulls, anyway."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're very welcome." She responds. After a second, her gaze drifts back to the skulls. "You said the skulls are carved to resemble people you like and beasts you hunted, yes? Who or what are each of those skulls from?"
“Well, each beast I encounter is most commonly resembling a canine of some kind, but some scientists and occultists have created fusions between humans and things such as horses.” He points to them “One of the mightiest foes I had ever faced, a true warrior.”
"Interesting... Some of them do look like they came from rather fearsome foes- well, from what I can see of their skulls, anyway."
“The skull tells a lot more than one would expect it to, the body in entirety provides as much as anything else does. So much to learn about someone’s body, especially abnormal bodies.” He looks to them when he says that last part.
"What's that you're making?" The demon asks, turning over the rapidly cooking kebab as he takes its temperature. "Looks neat-o."
"A device to trap god-like creatures. Can withhold even the old gods of the primordial age." He said "I should know, I have tested it."
"Wow, that really is neat-o!" He nods when he sees the temperature on his thermometer and hands back the skewer with all the flesh and fruit on it. "I just moved into the neighborhood, and I'm glad you've decided to give me such a warm welcome! Dang decent of you all, I'd say."
"Hah, I suppose I am glad to hear that but I do not care either way, good or bad, all are welcome here." He shrugs.
He chuckles warmly, kicking a squirming priest before kneeling on their chest and crushing their skull with the stock of his shotgun. "It's a sacred ritual of the Texan, one of fire and flesh. Every culture does it differently, but I like dry spices. Anyway, we all gather and feast. You seem to like the flames. Hellflame, see? Great stuff. Makes a great seasoning."
"Interesting- Hellflame isn't a flavor I've encountered before." It responds, still unbothered. "What is your name? I don't believe we've met before."
"Zaliastar! Just moved in from the Netherworld. Decided to wipe out my old family real quick. I'm gonna get a better one soon, anyway. How 'bout you?"
He takes it in his gore-stained claw and shakes firmly. "Zaliastar. Pleasure to meet you, Ambrosia. Gosh, the people here are mighty nice." He speaks as though he hasn't just killed around 45 of them in quick succession.
Her own claws tear out through her flesh as she gives them an equally firm shake “Nice isn’t exactly the word for it, though everyone is very accepting.” She chuckles, tilting her head before curtsying deeply, looking down “How many may I have?”
"Oh, I dunno. Take as many as you like. I have a few more hits before I begin anyway." He chuckles. "Acceptance is a good community value. My family wasn't very accepting, and look what happened to them!" He gestures to numerous corpses filling the pews behind him.
He takes it in his gore-stained claw and shakes firmly. "Zaliastar. Pleasure to meet you, Ambrosia. Gosh, the people here are mighty nice." He speaks as though he hasn't just killed around 45 of them in quick succession.
Her own claws tear out through her flesh as she gives them an equally firm shake “Nice isn’t exactly the word for it, though everyone is very accepting.” She chuckles, tilting her head before curtsying deeply, looking down “How many may I have?”
"Oh, I dunno. Take as many as you like. I have a few more hits before I begin anyway." He chuckles. "Acceptance is a good community value. My family wasn't very accepting, and look what happened to them!" He gestures to numerous corpses filling the pews behind him.
“Unfortunately for them, deeply fortunate for me.” She walks into the church, beginning to tear apart the members, draining them of blood, leaving their flesh perfectly tender for say… a barbecue possibly, making satisfied noises every so often.
"Wow, that really is neat-o!" He nods when he sees the temperature on his thermometer and hands back the skewer with all the flesh and fruit on it. "I just moved into the neighborhood, and I'm glad you've decided to give me such a warm welcome! Dang decent of you all, I'd say."
"Hah, I suppose I am glad to hear that but I do not care either way, good or bad, all are welcome here." He shrugs.
He laughs. "You're a good sport! So, why you makin' that machine, son? Just a precaution, or have you got an agenda?"
He chuckles warmly, kicking a squirming priest before kneeling on their chest and crushing their skull with the stock of his shotgun. "It's a sacred ritual of the Texan, one of fire and flesh. Every culture does it differently, but I like dry spices. Anyway, we all gather and feast. You seem to like the flames. Hellflame, see? Great stuff. Makes a great seasoning."
"Interesting- Hellflame isn't a flavor I've encountered before." It responds, still unbothered. "What is your name? I don't believe we've met before."
"Zaliastar! Just moved in from the Netherworld. Decided to wipe out my old family real quick. I'm gonna get a better one soon, anyway. How 'bout you?"
"Helianth. Moved here from across the stars not too long ago myself. Going to eat the stars at some point- well, try to, at least. Nice to meet you, Zaliastar."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Wow, that really is neat-o!" He nods when he sees the temperature on his thermometer and hands back the skewer with all the flesh and fruit on it. "I just moved into the neighborhood, and I'm glad you've decided to give me such a warm welcome! Dang decent of you all, I'd say."
"Hah, I suppose I am glad to hear that but I do not care either way, good or bad, all are welcome here." He shrugs.
He laughs. "You're a good sport! So, why you makin' that machine, son? Just a precaution, or have you got an agenda?"
"I plan to use it to trap myself so I don't end up corrupting the world. Should hold me for billions of years until my body implodes." He said, shrugging slightly.
He pats their shoulder before preparing to walk off “Do you need anything else?”
"No, it's been nice talking"
*Sry she's not rly interesting*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Tengen sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose “Please stop staring at me, all your watching makes my work much more difficult.”
He sighs, leaning forward “An’ I like ya, thank ya fer everythin’. What’re we gonna name ‘em?”
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that, I suppose"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Her own claws tear out through her flesh as she gives them an equally firm shake “Nice isn’t exactly the word for it, though everyone is very accepting.” She chuckles, tilting her head before curtsying deeply, looking down “How many may I have?”
*Cut for Fry.*
He pats their shoulder before preparing to walk off “Do you need anything else?”
"Wow, that really is neat-o!" He nods when he sees the temperature on his thermometer and hands back the skewer with all the flesh and fruit on it. "I just moved into the neighborhood, and I'm glad you've decided to give me such a warm welcome! Dang decent of you all, I'd say."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Interesting... Some of them do look like they came from rather fearsome foes- well, from what I can see of their skulls, anyway."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Am I hurting you in anyway?" They ask, tilting their head.
"No idea." She chuckles brightly.
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
“The skull tells a lot more than one would expect it to, the body in entirety provides as much as anything else does. So much to learn about someone’s body, especially abnormal bodies.” He looks to them when he says that last part.
"Hah, I suppose I am glad to hear that but I do not care either way, good or bad, all are welcome here." He shrugs.
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
“You are harming my ability to do my work, which prevents me from completing what I have to do.”
He leans back in his chair “Sounds about right, want anythin’ ta drink or eat?”
"Zaliastar! Just moved in from the Netherworld. Decided to wipe out my old family real quick. I'm gonna get a better one soon, anyway. How 'bout you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, I dunno. Take as many as you like. I have a few more hits before I begin anyway." He chuckles. "Acceptance is a good community value. My family wasn't very accepting, and look what happened to them!" He gestures to numerous corpses filling the pews behind him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"And what would that be?" They ask.
"I'm good at the moment. I need to focus on this less the flesh dogs and persihes."
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
“Unfortunately for them, deeply fortunate for me.” She walks into the church, beginning to tear apart the members, draining them of blood, leaving their flesh perfectly tender for say… a barbecue possibly, making satisfied noises every so often.
He laughs. "You're a good sport! So, why you makin' that machine, son? Just a precaution, or have you got an agenda?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Helianth. Moved here from across the stars not too long ago myself. Going to eat the stars at some point- well, try to, at least. Nice to meet you, Zaliastar."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I plan to use it to trap myself so I don't end up corrupting the world. Should hold me for billions of years until my body implodes." He said, shrugging slightly.
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
"No, it's been nice talking"
*Sry she's not rly interesting*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He sighs “I… I am not a person, rather a spirit of vengeance, and it is hard to inact vengeance with a witness.” He says, tired.
He stands up, walking into the Inn “Ya got it, I believe in ya more than anythin’.” He comes back with a hot cocoa.
*Its okay, not every character is interesting in the same way.*
He bows deeply before walking off.