Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
The Humanoid watches it for a moment before grabbing the skeleton by the ribs. Suddenly, before Thirteens eyes, it turns to dust.
“Well, my life has been extended far beyond the natural. Though you are right, nothing lasts forever.”
"Not even beauty. I've had a few vampires come to me for consultants too, you know. Immortality, I've heard, is a curse"
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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)
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
The Humanoid watches it for a moment before grabbing the skeleton by the ribs. Suddenly, before Thirteens eyes, it turns to dust.
"Yep." She nods and smiles.
"Well, you show even more disdain for proper treatment of humanoid remains than I do!" He says, slightly miffed.
"Nice. I still just sleep in holes and stuff."
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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.
"Good enough for me." She sighs, sitting back down. "He made one mistake, not like you've not made several."
"Oh..." he says softly, now realizing her tormentor and her observer are one and the same. "I was... visited by somebody, but I did not realize you and her shared a body..."
Lacai is preparing for his next round about the realm.
He sighs “I regret those mistakes I made, and I don’t want to see them repeated in someone else. I’m sorry Domino.” He says genuinely meaning it.
She sighs, shaking her head, seemingly sorry “I… I wish that I could change that, but I cannot. I will try to keep them from getting to you, if that makes it any better. If not, I will try to avoid you entirely.”
Dracula comes over, carrying a large stack of books, some his, some not “Are we going soon?”
"You cant control people, dad..."
"No, I want to be around you... her, not so much...."
"If you are ready, willing, and able." he says, smiling.
“Not when they know you’re doing it.” He says with a chuckle, “But really, I am sorry, I’ll try not to.”
She tilts her head, pointing a claw at herself “You want to be with me?” She asks curiously.
“Yes, yes, and yes. I have some books we may be able to read.” He puts them down inside of the cart.
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
The Humanoid watches it for a moment before grabbing the skeleton by the ribs. Suddenly, before Thirteens eyes, it turns to dust.
"Yep." She nods and smiles.
"Well, you show even more disdain for proper treatment of humanoid remains than I do!" He says, slightly miffed.
"Nice. I still just sleep in holes and stuff."
"I don't care.." it rumbles and suddenly, it is charging towards Thirteen.
“Well, my life has been extended far beyond the natural. Though you are right, nothing lasts forever.”
"Not even beauty. I've had a few vampires come to me for consultants too, you know. Immortality, I've heard, is a curse"
“Oh trust me dear, it really is. I think my beauty hasn’t faded much over the years, what would you say?” She says, smiling softly at them, her eyes slitted.
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
The Humanoid watches it for a moment before grabbing the skeleton by the ribs. Suddenly, before Thirteens eyes, it turns to dust.
"Yep." She nods and smiles.
"Well, you show even more disdain for proper treatment of humanoid remains than I do!" He says, slightly miffed.
"Nice. I still just sleep in holes and stuff."
"I don't care.." it rumbles and suddenly, it is charging towards Thirteen.
"Samaritan doesn't have a bed for you?"
Thirteen misty steps about 8 meters away, dodging it. "I'm not looking for senseless violence."
"Well I mean I choose to do so. Also it's better for me in terms of physical health. I have some weird biological conditions."
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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.
“Well, my life has been extended far beyond the natural. Though you are right, nothing lasts forever.”
"Not even beauty. I've had a few vampires come to me for consultants too, you know. Immortality, I've heard, is a curse"
“Oh trust me dear, it really is. I think my beauty hasn’t faded much over the years, what would you say?” She says, smiling softly at them, her eyes slitted.
"I wouldn't know about you in particular, I'm only in my twenties."
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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)
“Well, my life has been extended far beyond the natural. Though you are right, nothing lasts forever.”
"Not even beauty. I've had a few vampires come to me for consultants too, you know. Immortality, I've heard, is a curse"
“Oh trust me dear, it really is. I think my beauty hasn’t faded much over the years, what would you say?” She says, smiling softly at them, her eyes slitted.
"I wouldn't know about you in particular, I'm only in my twenties."
“Only in your twenties? I wouldn’t believe it unless I saw it myself, so successful and yet so young.”
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
The Humanoid watches it for a moment before grabbing the skeleton by the ribs. Suddenly, before Thirteens eyes, it turns to dust.
"Yep." She nods and smiles.
"Well, you show even more disdain for proper treatment of humanoid remains than I do!" He says, slightly miffed.
"Nice. I still just sleep in holes and stuff."
"I don't care.." it rumbles and suddenly, it is charging towards Thirteen.
"Samaritan doesn't have a bed for you?"
Thirteen misty steps about 8 meters away, dodging it. "I'm not looking for senseless violence."
"Well I mean I choose to do so. Also it's better for me in terms of physical health. I have some weird biological conditions."
That doesn't seem to stop them as they continue making haste towards them.
"Good enough for me." She sighs, sitting back down. "He made one mistake, not like you've not made several."
"Oh..." he says softly, now realizing her tormentor and her observer are one and the same. "I was... visited by somebody, but I did not realize you and her shared a body..."
Lacai is preparing for his next round about the realm.
He sighs “I regret those mistakes I made, and I don’t want to see them repeated in someone else. I’m sorry Domino.” He says genuinely meaning it.
She sighs, shaking her head, seemingly sorry “I… I wish that I could change that, but I cannot. I will try to keep them from getting to you, if that makes it any better. If not, I will try to avoid you entirely.”
Dracula comes over, carrying a large stack of books, some his, some not “Are we going soon?”
"You cant control people, dad..."
"No, I want to be around you... her, not so much...."
"If you are ready, willing, and able." he says, smiling.
“Not when they know you’re doing it.” He says with a chuckle, “But really, I am sorry, I’ll try not to.”
She tilts her head, pointing a claw at herself “You want to be with me?” She asks curiously.
“Yes, yes, and yes. I have some books we may be able to read.” He puts them down inside of the cart.
"Well, thank you for apologizing." she smiles.
"That, I don't know... I do enjoy your presence, though."
"Well, i've got to get the horses, so it'll be around an hour."
He smiles back at them “So, when do you want to go to Vanderbilt? Next month? Next year? I need to know how long before I’ll need to miss you.”
She sighs, seemingly relieved “I enjoy your presence as well, which makes my nature even more unfortunate.”
He takes one of the books from the pile, opening it “Then, what shall we do in the meantime?”
“Well, my life has been extended far beyond the natural. Though you are right, nothing lasts forever.”
"Not even beauty. I've had a few vampires come to me for consultants too, you know. Immortality, I've heard, is a curse"
“Oh trust me dear, it really is. I think my beauty hasn’t faded much over the years, what would you say?” She says, smiling softly at them, her eyes slitted.
"I wouldn't know about you in particular, I'm only in my twenties."
“Only in your twenties? I wouldn’t believe it unless I saw it myself, so successful and yet so young.”
"I suppose that it's all a matter of supply and demand. My line of work fills a very specific niche, especially where I come from. I'd tell you more, I really would, but, Well, a girl has to have some secrets" she giggles
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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)
The Humanoid watches it for a moment before grabbing the skeleton by the ribs. Suddenly, before Thirteens eyes, it turns to dust.
"Yep." She nods and 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
*Cut for Fry.*
“Well, my life has been extended far beyond the natural. Though you are right, nothing lasts forever.”
"Not even beauty. I've had a few vampires come to me for consultants too, you know. Immortality, I've heard, is a curse"
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)
"Well, you show even more disdain for proper treatment of humanoid remains than I do!" He says, slightly miffed.
"Nice. I still just sleep in holes and stuff."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Not when they know you’re doing it.” He says with a chuckle, “But really, I am sorry, I’ll try not to.”
She tilts her head, pointing a claw at herself “You want to be with me?” She asks curiously.
“Yes, yes, and yes. I have some books we may be able to read.” He puts them down inside of the cart.
"I don't care.." it rumbles and suddenly, it is charging towards Thirteen.
"Samaritan doesn't have a bed for you?"
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
“Oh trust me dear, it really is. I think my beauty hasn’t faded much over the years, what would you say?” She says, smiling softly at them, her eyes slitted.
Thirteen misty steps about 8 meters away, dodging it. "I'm not looking for senseless violence."
"Well I mean I choose to do so. Also it's better for me in terms of physical health. I have some weird biological conditions."
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 wouldn't know about you in particular, I'm only in my twenties."
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)
“Only in your twenties? I wouldn’t believe it unless I saw it myself, so successful and yet so young.”
*hey fry, I replied to you if you still wanna do stuff*
That doesn't seem to stop them as they continue making haste towards them.
"Snake conditions." She laughs gently.
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
*Yuri's back lol*
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 see."
"Oh [gp] oh [gp] whyyyyy, I'm not a healer... what do I dooooooooooo..." He mumbles, trying to stem the flow of blood somehow. Medicine: 7
"Not that that's a bad thing at all. I find you wonderful."
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 smiles back at them “So, when do you want to go to Vanderbilt? Next month? Next year? I need to know how long before I’ll need to miss you.”
She sighs, seemingly relieved “I enjoy your presence as well, which makes my nature even more unfortunate.”
He takes one of the books from the pile, opening it “Then, what shall we do in the meantime?”
"I suppose that it's all a matter of supply and demand. My line of work fills a very specific niche, especially where I come from. I'd tell you more, I really would, but, Well, a girl has to have some secrets" she giggles
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)