Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
Despite objecting to being known as a minion, Mauric is diligently aiding his boss as best he can.
She would hear the sound of rustling wings above and behind her.
Samaritan nods to him "How're ya?" He asks.
She looks around quickly, confused before trying to grab her armor.
"Pretty good. Doing my best, y'know?"
Perched atop one of the thickest boughs in the nearby dead trees is a crowlike aarakocra with nearly fifteen-feet wide wings folded around herself. She has four arms and carries a pike and light hammer, and her eyes are wide and bloodshot. She shakes and twitches slightly, watching you unblinkingly. But you recognize her and understand why you don't affect her. This is Malafasa, Sin of Envy.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*A dark, noxious fog seemingly radiates from the chinks between Rio's scales.*
"Oh, I couldn't be limited to such a mundane epithet."
"Thirteen. Perhaps you've seen some of my writings about Azabas?"
"Huh. I see..."
"And yet a two tiered one works fine?"
"Mmm... mayhaps. Remind me again of your thesis."
Yacatl circles the other tabaxi. "Not a planeswalker, are you?"
"Certainly. I gave it to myself, after all."
"It was a treatise on the flow of energy throughout the multiverse between the Positive and Negative Planes."
"Nope."
"Fair, fair." They chuckle. "Do you engage in taxidermist?"
Lysander thinks on this. "Ah, right. I remember seeing such a work. Was it you that discussed the Paraquasi elemental plane between the two?"
"tsk, tsk, tsk. And yet your here..." Yacatl says, before thinking for a while. "Want to go on a field trip?"
"Yeah that's what this is for."
"No... those interpretations of the Great Wheel date back to before the Second Sundering and I would say are merely flawed interpretations of the variance of the Inner Planes."
"I'm, uh, kind of working right now."
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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.
"No... those interpretations of the Great Wheel date back to before the Second Sundering and I would say are merely flawed interpretations of the variance of the Inner Planes."
"I'm, uh, kind of working right now."
"Facinating. What's the stuffing going to be?" they say, inspecting the carrion.
She leaps with a shocking strength into his arms, launching herself all the way to his chest. Her arms extend to get a better grip on him, reaching around to hold the sides of his torso. "You're a good boy..." She says, repeating herself from earlier in the conversation. She can feel her tears sizzling into steam against him.
He is only surprised for a moment before hugging them in return, his strong arms wrapping around them as he lets them lean against him, smiling down at them softly “I wouldn’t say so, but I try to be as close to good as I can get.” He makes sure not to keep himself too hot, he doesn’t want to burn them any.
She slowly sinks down out of his grip. "You reek of sin, Rag. But that does not make you anything less than good. You understand all the cruelty that comes your way, because you have inflicted it tenfold. You know what it means to be hurt, to hurt others. You are like me, Rag. Your best is your best, and I won't let you forget it." She slinks in a sort of zig-zag into the darkness, eyes gleaming bright red. "I will match any kindness you dish out. But if you keep acting like you're the bad guy, well... I'm afraid I'll have to demonstrate what a bad guy is." The red lights fade away, as does her presence. "I love you!" Her voice echoes and leaves with her.
*That is a wonderful ending, you are quite the writer Baalze, you prove that with each and every rp you take part in, I am very happy to be your friend.*
*Thank you very much! It means a lot to me! I think you're a good writer too! I kinda feel like I pull out too many cop-outs for my characters, but if you think I'm good then that's what matters!*
"Correctomundo, son!" She jabs a finger at him and does an energetic jig, which is impressive given her size, health, and age. "You'll be my first member! I decided to form it today because I felt like I needed a stronger sense of community. I'm kind of lonely these days. No one ever comes to visit." She stops dancing, and sort of curls in on herself, frowning. She suddenly looks like she feels her age, instead of like a young woman in an elderly body. Then she slowly rises back into her original posture, wiping her eyes. "Anyway, I'm glad you're interested. We're going to discuss our first book when we meet up this Monday. I already have some good ones picked out, but you should come up with some suggestions too."
"Why thank you. What is your name, lady?"
"Madeline Muffet. You can call me Mrs. Muffet or Granny if you don't have the space in the attic to remember my full name. Sometimes I don't even remember my full name." She starts tapping her old leather shoe against the ground, making a snappy and somewhat pleasant noise. The shoe has flowers painted on it by childish hands, and carefully carved wooden plates on both the heel and toe. She looks up at him, stopping the movement. "Hmm? Oh, yes, I completely forgot. What is your name?"
"Raphael, mam. Are you of a feyish sort, Madeline Muffet?"
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She leaps with a shocking strength into his arms, launching herself all the way to his chest. Her arms extend to get a better grip on him, reaching around to hold the sides of his torso. "You're a good boy..." She says, repeating herself from earlier in the conversation. She can feel her tears sizzling into steam against him.
He is only surprised for a moment before hugging them in return, his strong arms wrapping around them as he lets them lean against him, smiling down at them softly “I wouldn’t say so, but I try to be as close to good as I can get.” He makes sure not to keep himself too hot, he doesn’t want to burn them any.
She slowly sinks down out of his grip. "You reek of sin, Rag. But that does not make you anything less than good. You understand all the cruelty that comes your way, because you have inflicted it tenfold. You know what it means to be hurt, to hurt others. You are like me, Rag. Your best is your best, and I won't let you forget it." She slinks in a sort of zig-zag into the darkness, eyes gleaming bright red. "I will match any kindness you dish out. But if you keep acting like you're the bad guy, well... I'm afraid I'll have to demonstrate what a bad guy is." The red lights fade away, as does her presence. "I love you!" Her voice echoes and leaves with her.
*That is a wonderful ending, you are quite the writer Baalze, you prove that with each and every rp you take part in, I am very happy to be your friend.*
*Thank you very much! It means a lot to me! I think you're a good writer too! I kinda feel like I pull out too many cop-outs for my characters, but if you think I'm good then that's what matters!*
*Yeah of course you’re a good writer, the only issue I can find in your writing is that you lose interest in rping such amazing characters, though I would disagree that I’m a good writer, but we don’t need to get into that again.*
“Nope, honestly, I don’t remember how I did it, most of my soul was broken in the attempt, and my mind got a little… scrambled, my brother might know more.”
"Whose this brother of yours?"
“Sanviento, my twin brother, other than that he’s an Aasimar.”
"Mmm..."
History check: 15
He likely would have seen Sanviento, the glasses wearing studious twin brother of Damian, avoiding talking to people, his nose always in his books as he mutters to himself and writes notes.
"I've heard of him. So how come a godkiller like you in the service of Demons or some other Power?"
“I’m actually not in the service of anyone, I kinda just do whatever happens. Probably why my wife doesn’t trust me with our money.”
"Madeline Muffet. You can call me Mrs. Muffet or Granny if you don't have the space in the attic to remember my full name. Sometimes I don't even remember my full name." She starts tapping her old leather shoe against the ground, making a snappy and somewhat pleasant noise. The shoe has flowers painted on it by childish hands, and carefully carved wooden plates on both the heel and toe. She looks up at him, stopping the movement. "Hmm? Oh, yes, I completely forgot. What is your name?"
"Raphael, mam. Are you of a feyish sort, Madeline Muffet?"
She sighs, but it's not entirely clear what emotion she's expressing. "Yup. You've got a keen eye for details. I've only met a few investigators who could find me out. Most of them tried to burn me at the stake or drown me. But you're not going to tell anyone, are you? You seem like a sweet young man, one who doesn't enjoy killing old women. After all, who'll run the knitting and book club?"
His lie detection doesn't pick up anything outright false in her statements.
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
"Madeline Muffet. You can call me Mrs. Muffet or Granny if you don't have the space in the attic to remember my full name. Sometimes I don't even remember my full name." She starts tapping her old leather shoe against the ground, making a snappy and somewhat pleasant noise. The shoe has flowers painted on it by childish hands, and carefully carved wooden plates on both the heel and toe. She looks up at him, stopping the movement. "Hmm? Oh, yes, I completely forgot. What is your name?"
"Raphael, mam. Are you of a feyish sort, Madeline Muffet?"
She sighs, but it's not entirely clear what emotion she's expressing. "Yup. You've got a keen eye for details. I've only met a few investigators who could find me out. Most of them tried to burn me at the stake or drown me. But you're not going to tell anyone, are you? You seem like a sweet young man, one who doesn't enjoy killing old women. After all, who'll run the knitting and book club?"
His lie detection doesn't pick up anything outright false in her statements.
"I wouldn't punish someone for their heritage, much less for an inner heritage." They state, attempting to reassure them.
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*On the forums, or irl?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*on the forums, but I don’t know what post it was*
*You can always up the search function*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Pretty good. Doing my best, y'know?"
Perched atop one of the thickest boughs in the nearby dead trees is a crowlike aarakocra with nearly fifteen-feet wide wings folded around herself. She has four arms and carries a pike and light hammer, and her eyes are wide and bloodshot. She shakes and twitches slightly, watching you unblinkingly. But you recognize her and understand why you don't affect her. This is Malafasa, Sin of Envy.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Certainly. I gave it to myself, after all."
"It was a treatise on the flow of energy throughout the multiverse between the Positive and Negative Planes."
"Nope."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Fair, fair." They chuckle. "Do you engage in taxidermist?"
Lysander thinks on this. "Ah, right. I remember seeing such a work. Was it you that discussed the Paraquasi elemental plane between the two?"
"tsk, tsk, tsk. And yet your here..." Yacatl says, before thinking for a while. "Want to go on a field trip?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yeah that's what this is for."
"No... those interpretations of the Great Wheel date back to before the Second Sundering and I would say are merely flawed interpretations of the variance of the Inner Planes."
"I'm, uh, kind of working right now."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Facinating. What's the stuffing going to be?" they say, inspecting the carrion.
"Mmm... Have you heard of the Ordial Plane?"
"Fair, fair. You're an exterminator?"
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*Thank you very much! It means a lot to me! I think you're a good writer too! I kinda feel like I pull out too many cop-outs for my characters, but if you think I'm good then that's what matters!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyway, I am now awake and ready to rumble. I have had a chicken finger, a wavy fry, and a glass of milk.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Raphael, mam. Are you of a feyish sort, Madeline Muffet?"
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*Yeah of course you’re a good writer, the only issue I can find in your writing is that you lose interest in rping such amazing characters, though I would disagree that I’m a good writer, but we don’t need to get into that again.*
“I’m actually not in the service of anyone, I kinda just do whatever happens. Probably why my wife doesn’t trust me with our money.”
They reflect on this. "A wander of the earth?"
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She sighs, but it's not entirely clear what emotion she's expressing. "Yup. You've got a keen eye for details. I've only met a few investigators who could find me out. Most of them tried to burn me at the stake or drown me. But you're not going to tell anyone, are you? You seem like a sweet young man, one who doesn't enjoy killing old women. After all, who'll run the knitting and book club?"
His lie detection doesn't pick up anything outright false in her statements.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“A wanderer is about right.” He smiles at them “How is your meal?”
(good afternoon everyone)
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
"I wouldn't punish someone for their heritage, much less for an inner heritage." They state, attempting to reassure them.
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*Good afternoon, moon. How are you?*
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"Great. My compliments to the chef." They state, joyously
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