“We don’t, we can’t do anything for them but live for them, that’s all we could possibly do.” He says, looking equally remorseful.
He laughs, smiling wide and rubbing the back of his neck “Thank you for this though, really, it is very cold out here.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about those, those’ll be nice.” He smiles, blowing smoke “Ya want somethin’ ta drink?”
She looks down "I don't want to hurt anymore.. them or myself.. I don't like it." She mumurs.
"Of course. Don't mind the hellhounds there, they are all bark and no bite. Give them some treats and they'll be your best friend." He nods and rolls his shoulders lm.
She nods "Always." She laughs a bit and follows him.
“One day… one day we will never have to hurt anyone, we could happily exist, maybe on the same day, but likely not.”
He smiles at them “Of course, I’ll make sure to do that.” He begins walking before stopping and turning to them “Where exactly would your apartment be?”
He orders them both their favorite, drinking his down in a matter of gulps.
".. what if we die? Can we die?" She asks, hugging herself.
"Seventh ring of hell." He said. "The key should teleport you to it."
She sips her, watching him fondly.
“If we can, it will take something truly strong, and even then, that may only make our ‘bosses’ angrier.” He takes one of her hands in his own, rubbing it softly.
He waves, walking off “Thanks again Samaritan! See you around, I won’t mess up the apartment, I promise!”
He watches her with loving eyes, before leaning in and giving her a long and passionate kiss.
She closes her eyes "I met this woman, an older woman, like a grandma and she offered to take away my curse... I don't know if it will work or not but she seems adamant about it..."
He nods and walks back to his restaurant.
She kisses him back, cupping his cheek.
He looks surprised for a moment before smiling softly “If she can, you deserve it more than any of us. You deserve to live a life free from all this, even if it means that I-… we lose you.”
Eventually, after a while he pulls away and orders them another drink, smiling brightly, beaming.
"But I don't want to lose you all.." she says "And if anyone deserves it, I should be you.."
"Oh, goody! More for us, then!" She dunks the doll in the hot tea, and when she scoops it out it seems to have no more disease, but the tea has turned purple with corruption. "It is strong. Especially since I sucked it out of like, eleven people. We've got a bit of an epidemic on our hands. Anyway, they were very close to death, too, so this should be very strong." She takes a spoonful of the tea, and her fat face curls into a big smile once more. "Ooh, it's really got some kick. Try it." She scoops some up in a chipped mug and offers it to him.
He downs it all in one go after a moment of consideration, either he will die and be back in a few days, or he will live. Either way, based on the Granny’s response, the taste is likely worth either.
It's magically delicious, and he can now understand what the enchantment was: it turns the vile into the wonderful. The kind of enchantment that makes poisoned apples and baby meat pies and wriggling maggots look and taste like the greatest thing in the world. But those things do not compare to the horrors of the Weeping Pox. It tastes divine. The tea itself is mostly mundane, and would probably have been unaffected by the spell, but the added flavor of the virulent cruelty brings out the best elements of it tenfold.
"You think this was worth walking into a plagued district for? I think it was." She scoops up a teacup for herself.
"Go right ahead, man." Felix bumps him a little bit.
"Well, where is Tengen? That boy should be out here helping Granny!" She huffs, drinking some of the potion herself.
"What made you want to get into cooking?" He asks "Like the root of the reason why you make food?"
"I do not know at the moment..." She said, hugging herself again.
He thinks. "Well, I don't know. I wanted to cook even when I was a toddler. But then, as a teen, my parents wanted me to make their dishes, and I just... hated it. For years, I hated cooking. Every day someone would yell at me because the food wasn't 'perfect,' because it didn't meet 'our standards of quality' when I wasn't even allowed to touch the stove anymore, just observe and guide the other chefs. But then I cooked a giant spider and everything was right in the world again. I guess... I want to make art. I want to make something that challenges people, but is still an enjoyable experience."
Granny sighs, shaking her head. "Girl, for such a strong soul, you've got a real nervous disposition. You've let me push you around all night and you never said what you wanted. So what do you want? If you just want tea, I'm good with that. Bread. We could read books. Knit. Can you knit in that armor?"
"May I ask how you wish to challenge folk?" He asks, tilting his head from side to side, listening.
She shakes her head "It's okay.... I don't like choosing or doing much.." she said "And I can take off my armor but you can't touch me or look ate or you'll go insane."
Riotan is making various poisons with a Breaking Bad-esque chemistry kit.
Eito is contemplating life's greatest mysteries.
Loriche, as she is hunting, see's a figure dressed in silver armor. They seem to to be just wandering around.
Samaritan is overseeing him so he doesn't end up doing something awful.
"Hm?" She keeps her distance but tries to get a closer look.
Rio looks up at him, his hands utterly precise and inerrant. "Hiiiii!"
As she gets closer, she can feel a sort of aura around them. The figure turns around. "O-oh, please.. keep.. keep your distance ma'am." A feminine voice says.
He smiles "Hello ya goof." He said and kisses his head.
"Sorry, sorry." She stays as far back as needed but doesn't actively move away.
Rio kisses him back in turn.
"Okay.. okay ." She said, turning towards her "if you get close you might go insane.."
"Oh, goody! More for us, then!" She dunks the doll in the hot tea, and when she scoops it out it seems to have no more disease, but the tea has turned purple with corruption. "It is strong. Especially since I sucked it out of like, eleven people. We've got a bit of an epidemic on our hands. Anyway, they were very close to death, too, so this should be very strong." She takes a spoonful of the tea, and her fat face curls into a big smile once more. "Ooh, it's really got some kick. Try it." She scoops some up in a chipped mug and offers it to him.
He downs it all in one go after a moment of consideration, either he will die and be back in a few days, or he will live. Either way, based on the Granny’s response, the taste is likely worth either.
It's magically delicious, and he can now understand what the enchantment was: it turns the vile into the wonderful. The kind of enchantment that makes poisoned apples and baby meat pies and wriggling maggots look and taste like the greatest thing in the world. But those things do not compare to the horrors of the Weeping Pox. It tastes divine. The tea itself is mostly mundane, and would probably have been unaffected by the spell, but the added flavor of the virulent cruelty brings out the best elements of it tenfold.
"You think this was worth walking into a plagued district for? I think it was." She scoops up a teacup for herself.
He smiles broadly at the flavors, unique in how terrible and yet delicious it is “I haven’t had something this good in a little bit of time, I would say it was worth it, but that’s just my own opinion. I’m a decent cook myself, tell me if you will, where is your home? If I’m ever going to visit I’ve got to know where you live won’t I?”
"I always liked kitties. I guess that's just how witches work, huh?" She chuckles. "What color are you? I can't see very well." Her breathing sounds a bit labored.
"Uhhhh... kind of like a dusty brown?" He takes a step back toward the door of the restaurant.
"Dusty brown... that's a nice color for a kitty." The old woman slowly steps out partially into the light. She's obese, green-skinned, and over 6 feet tall. She wears old leather shoes with flowers and butterflies painted on them. He still can't see her face or half her torso, but she has long, rusted claws on her visible hand. "Hey... do you like beetles?"
Riotan is making various poisons with a Breaking Bad-esque chemistry kit.
Eito is contemplating life's greatest mysteries.
Loriche, as she is hunting, see's a figure dressed in silver armor. They seem to to be just wandering around.
Samaritan is overseeing him so he doesn't end up doing something awful.
"Hm?" She keeps her distance but tries to get a closer look.
Rio looks up at him, his hands utterly precise and inerrant. "Hiiiii!"
As she gets closer, she can feel a sort of aura around them. The figure turns around. "O-oh, please.. keep.. keep your distance ma'am." A feminine voice says.
He smiles "Hello ya goof." He said and kisses his head.
"Sorry, sorry." She stays as far back as needed but doesn't actively move away.
Rio kisses him back in turn.
"Okay.. okay ." She said, turning towards her "if you get close you might go insane.."
"How're you?" He asked.
“I mean, I don’t have a brain anymore…”
“Good. I’m trying to experiment with different toxins and stuff. I’m no chemist but I think it’s cool.”
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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.
He thinks. "Well, I don't know. I wanted to cook even when I was a toddler. But then, as a teen, my parents wanted me to make their dishes, and I just... hated it. For years, I hated cooking. Every day someone would yell at me because the food wasn't 'perfect,' because it didn't meet 'our standards of quality' when I wasn't even allowed to touch the stove anymore, just observe and guide the other chefs. But then I cooked a giant spider and everything was right in the world again. I guess... I want to make art. I want to make something that challenges people, but is still an enjoyable experience."
Granny sighs, shaking her head. "Girl, for such a strong soul, you've got a real nervous disposition. You've let me push you around all night and you never said what you wanted. So what do you want? If you just want tea, I'm good with that. Bread. We could read books. Knit. Can you knit in that armor?"
"May I ask how you wish to challenge folk?" He asks, tilting his head from side to side, listening.
She shakes her head "It's okay.... I don't like choosing or doing much.." she said "And I can take off my armor but you can't touch me or look ate or you'll go insane."
"I wanna like... show them that there is a whole world they don't know about, or force them to confront something they've ignored for a long time. I want them to be uncomfortable, but then to come to terms with it. I want them to gain clarity, and come back for more even if it hurts to learn."
"Heh. Trust me, you don't need to worry about that. I'll stay five feet from you at all times, and keep my eyes in my pocket."
“Some day… I’ll be free, don’t worry about me, may it be one year or one hundred, I will endure as long as I have to.”
He rubs the back of his neck, rubbing his beard “I’m doin’ better every day, how ‘bout you?”
"Well I don't want you to be alone.." she said, wringing her hands nervously.
"That's good, I'm glad." She smiles "I am okay so far, tired I suppose."
He raises a hand to push her chin up, making affectionate eye contact “I know you care, and with that, I’m never alone.”
“Well we’re gonna have ta do somethin’ about that, aren’t we? How do I make ya feel better than okay?”
She watches him and nods "I know.. but I still worry...."
"It's fine. Just tired and such." She chuckles "Can't change that."
He sighs “You’ve been that way as long as I’ve known you, I’ll never be able to make you not worry will I?”
He chuckles with them, giving them a drunken kiss on the cheek “I guess I can’t, but I’ll do everythin’ in my power ta make yer life the best it can be.”
Riotan is making various poisons with a Breaking Bad-esque chemistry kit.
Eito is contemplating life's greatest mysteries.
Loriche, as she is hunting, see's a figure dressed in silver armor. They seem to to be just wandering around.
Samaritan is overseeing him so he doesn't end up doing something awful.
"Hm?" She keeps her distance but tries to get a closer look.
Rio looks up at him, his hands utterly precise and inerrant. "Hiiiii!"
As she gets closer, she can feel a sort of aura around them. The figure turns around. "O-oh, please.. keep.. keep your distance ma'am." A feminine voice says.
He smiles "Hello ya goof." He said and kisses his head.
"Sorry, sorry." She stays as far back as needed but doesn't actively move away.
Rio kisses him back in turn.
"Okay.. okay ." She said, turning towards her "if you get close you might go insane.."
"How're you?" He asked.
“I mean, I don’t have a brain anymore…”
“Good. I’m trying to experiment with different toxins and stuff. I’m no chemist but I think it’s cool.”
"Still... I've seen it happen to people.. they become brainless, mindless zombies." She said.
"I always liked kitties. I guess that's just how witches work, huh?" She chuckles. "What color are you? I can't see very well." Her breathing sounds a bit labored.
"Uhhhh... kind of like a dusty brown?" He takes a step back toward the door of the restaurant.
"Dusty brown... that's a nice color for a kitty." The old woman slowly steps out partially into the light. She's obese, green-skinned, and over 6 feet tall. She wears old leather shoes with flowers and butterflies painted on them. He still can't see her face or half her torso, but she has long, rusted claws on her visible hand. "Hey... do you like beetles?"
Mauric retreats three steps back. “N-no…”
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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.
*what sin is Masuki?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sin of Lust if I remember correctly.*
"But I don't want to lose you all.." she says "And if anyone deserves it, I should be you.."
"How're you?" She asks, tilting her head.
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Some day… I’ll be free, don’t worry about me, may it be one year or one hundred, I will endure as long as I have to.”
He rubs the back of his neck, rubbing his beard “I’m doin’ better every day, how ‘bout you?”
It's magically delicious, and he can now understand what the enchantment was: it turns the vile into the wonderful. The kind of enchantment that makes poisoned apples and baby meat pies and wriggling maggots look and taste like the greatest thing in the world. But those things do not compare to the horrors of the Weeping Pox. It tastes divine. The tea itself is mostly mundane, and would probably have been unaffected by the spell, but the added flavor of the virulent cruelty brings out the best elements of it tenfold.
"You think this was worth walking into a plagued district for? I think it was." She scoops up a teacup for herself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*dangit, i wanted to do lust. guess i’ll do envy then*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"May I ask how you wish to challenge folk?" He asks, tilting his head from side to side, listening.
She shakes her head "It's okay.... I don't like choosing or doing much.." she said "And I can take off my armor but you can't touch me or look ate or you'll go insane."
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
"Okay.. okay ." She said, turning towards her "if you get close you might go insane.."
"How're you?" He asked.
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 smiles broadly at the flavors, unique in how terrible and yet delicious it is “I haven’t had something this good in a little bit of time, I would say it was worth it, but that’s just my own opinion. I’m a decent cook myself, tell me if you will, where is your home? If I’m ever going to visit I’ve got to know where you live won’t I?”
"Well I don't want you to be alone.." she said, wringing her hands nervously.
"That's good, I'm glad." She smiles "I am okay so far, tired I suppose."
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
*Yeah bro, that leaves Sloth, Pride, and Greed. I wonder if I might make a second character for pride or greed.*
"Dusty brown... that's a nice color for a kitty." The old woman slowly steps out partially into the light. She's obese, green-skinned, and over 6 feet tall. She wears old leather shoes with flowers and butterflies painted on them. He still can't see her face or half her torso, but she has long, rusted claws on her visible hand. "Hey... do you like beetles?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He raises a hand to push her chin up, making affectionate eye contact “I know you care, and with that, I’m never alone.”
“Well we’re gonna have ta do somethin’ about that, aren’t we? How do I make ya feel better than okay?”
She watches him and nods "I know.. but I still worry...."
"It's fine. Just tired and such." She chuckles "Can't change that."
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 mean, I don’t have a brain anymore…”
“Good. I’m trying to experiment with different toxins and stuff. I’m no chemist but I think it’s cool.”
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 wanna like... show them that there is a whole world they don't know about, or force them to confront something they've ignored for a long time. I want them to be uncomfortable, but then to come to terms with it. I want them to gain clarity, and come back for more even if it hurts to learn."
"Heh. Trust me, you don't need to worry about that. I'll stay five feet from you at all times, and keep my eyes in my pocket."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs “You’ve been that way as long as I’ve known you, I’ll never be able to make you not worry will I?”
He chuckles with them, giving them a drunken kiss on the cheek “I guess I can’t, but I’ll do everythin’ in my power ta make yer life the best it can be.”
"Still... I've seen it happen to people.. they become brainless, mindless zombies." She said.
"It is cool, I like it. What are you gonna make?"
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
Mauric retreats three steps back. “N-no…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Because I’m doing with everyone else already, do you want to rp as well Jobah?*