He gently takes her hand off. "Miss, not trying to be rude here...but my arm ain't gonna grow back. Wishes are the only thing now." he says with a kind smile, the scars on his face contorting.
"Son, believe me, I have worked as a cleric for many years, then as a monk, then as a barbarian. I have healed those who believed they couldn't be healed." She folds her arms.
"Miss, i've died and returned from the hells themselves. I've had worse than a missing arm. My only worry is how my wife is gonna handle this." he says, reaching into his bag of holding and pulling out a silver prothsetic arm.
She sighs and runs a hand through her wild red hair "Don't call me miss dear, I am pretty sure I am older than ye."
"Just reaching my 49th birthday soon." he mutters.
"Okay, so 400 year difference then." she said
He blinks as he struggles to attach the arm. "Stupid thing...wont...'
She watches him before sighing "Ye are doing it wrong." she said and took it, examining it for a moment before clicking a few places in the metal and handing it to him.
"Thanks..." he says, putting it on and flexing the fingers. "My names Theren Dotsk by the way. And you are?"
"Minnie Honeycomb." She said and takes Coconut out from her hair, petting the mouse.
He nods, smiling kindly. "You look mighty familiar to one of my friends."
"And who would that be?" The blonde asks, obviously the less meek of the two.
"you related to Sparrow at all?" he asks
Her face twists in anger for a moment before nodding "Unfortunately... yes... He's our older brother."
"I can tell you're upset by that.."
"Because he's the worst! He says he cares about us and stuff..."
"That's a good thing though..."
"No! He... he..." It begins to dawn on them that they have been awful people to a brother that has done nothing but care for them. The guilt beginning to weigh heavy on their minds.
Phoenix sighs. "Do you need a hug?"
They both nod, already hugging each other.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods, smiling kindly. "You look mighty familiar to one of my friends."
"And who would that be?" The blonde asks, obviously the less meek of the two.
"you related to Sparrow at all?" he asks
Her face twists in anger for a moment before nodding "Unfortunately... yes... He's our older brother."
"I can tell you're upset by that.."
"Because he's the worst! He says he cares about us and stuff..."
"That's a good thing though..."
"No! He... he..." It begins to dawn on them that they have been awful people to a brother that has done nothing but care for them. The guilt beginning to weigh heavy on their minds.
Phoenix sighs. "Do you need a hug?"
They both nod, already hugging each other.
He opens his arms. "come on then."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Eito stands over you, staring down at you, the cold light of their face, patches, and halo piercing your eyes. You can tell that this being is celestial in nature.
Mauric is wondering where all the training dummies and punching bags keep coming from, and who’s restocking them.
Max sighs and sits up "Can I help you?"
Samaritan waves to him, nodding.
“Are you a shorn spirit?”
”Hi, Boss!” Mauric waves back.
"What?" He blinks, looking confused.
"Howre you?" he asks
“When an individual achieves the sixth stage of divine truth, they shed mortal bodies and become idealized souls that possess shape and being echoing their previous lives through lingering connection to their former life. But if one reaches this state for selfish reasons, they are punished. Their soul is, in a manner of speaking, ‘repossessed’, and taken back to the Third World. The body remains, attuned to the powers of this unenlightened universe, but condemned to never be able to advance further. If power in this life is all you desired, it is what you shall be given.”
“Good, good. How are things with you and your boyfriend?”
"What I seek is my flesh not causing my internal organs to explode and cause my flesh to become toxic." He grumbles, rolling his eyes.
"Good I suppose." He shrugs a bit and sighs.
“…what?”
”You sure?”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I didn't care, and that was cruel of me. Ironically enough, James reminded me not to be like him." He says with a weak chuckle.
He raises an eyebrow "You would think. I'm also self taught, though under different circumstances."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Minnie Honeycomb." She said and takes Coconut out from her hair, petting the mouse.
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
They both nod, already hugging each other.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You shouldn't care." He hisses and stands up "It hurts more if you do."
"Which ones do you know?"
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
*Hey Jobah, do you wanna rp too? It's cool if you don't.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Pleasure to meet you Minnie." he says with a small bow. "And what's your familiars name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He opens his arms. "come on then."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Eberron-made?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"This is Coconut." She holds up the mouse.
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
(does anyone want to rp?)
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 doesn't stand up after them "I'm sorry that I do, if you want I'll try to pretend I don't."
"Boxing, Judo, Capoeira if you can believe it, Jujitsu, and Karate as well."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They both scoot into a hug, the tears beginning to flow from their eyes as they think about all the terrible things they've done without remorse.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Go away. Go away. Stop caring. Stop it." He hisses, his fists becoming tighter.
"Interesting, gotta teach me that one." he smiles.
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
"Yup. Special order"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles and holds out his human finger. "Very cute." he says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pushes himself up, landing on his feet. He bows respectfully before beginning to walk away.
"Maybe some other time, it's been a while since I've used it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He hugs them tight, patting their backs. "Shhh shhh..its okay.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“…what?”
”You sure?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
They both tremble as the tears flow, not having been hugged in a long time, they hug Phoenic back tightly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
he comforts them to the best of his ability. Phoenix eventually asks them a question. "do you guys want a cookie?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.