"For you, brotha? I got anything." He moves around the tubs, and eventually brings a pink-and-blue ice cream to the top. "How much ya want?"
"I am not your brother?" He tilts his head, perhaps a little confused.
"Eh, you're betta than mosta my family. Don't tell em' I said that. They'd probably disown me." He fills a big paper bowl and puts some ice entire cream cones on it.
"For you, brotha? I got anything." He moves around the tubs, and eventually brings a pink-and-blue ice cream to the top. "How much ya want?"
"I am not your brother?" He tilts his head, perhaps a little confused.
"Eh, you're betta than mosta my family. Don't tell em' I said that. They'd probably disown me." He fills a big paper bowl and puts some ice entire cream cones on it.
"Not those please." Harlow asked and lowered his mask from his nose and mouth. He has horrible scared lips, evidence of torture of some sort. Bits of his lips give way to a perk of his teeth behind.
"Eh, you're betta than mosta my family. Don't tell em' I said that. They'd probably disown me." He fills a big paper bowl and puts some ice entire cream cones on it.
"Not those please." Harlow asked and lowered his mask from his nose and mouth. He has horrible scared lips, evidence of torture of some sort. Bits of his lips give way to a perk of his teeth behind.
"Ah. (GP). Sorry, man." He takes the cones off. "But hey, you seem like you're doin' okay now."
"Eh, you're betta than mosta my family. Don't tell em' I said that. They'd probably disown me." He fills a big paper bowl and puts some ice entire cream cones on it.
"Not those please." Harlow asked and lowered his mask from his nose and mouth. He has horrible scared lips, evidence of torture of some sort. Bits of his lips give way to a perk of his teeth behind.
"Ah. (GP). Sorry, man." He takes the cones off. "But hey, you seem like you're doin' okay now."
"I have an issue where I only eat certain foods because, if I do not, it makes me want to cry, skin my tongue out, and other stuff." He shrugs.
"Ah. (GP). Sorry, man." He takes the cones off. "But hey, you seem like you're doin' okay now."
"I have an issue where I only eat certain foods because, if I do not, it makes me want to cry, skin my tongue out, and other stuff." He shrugs.
"I've heard of people with conditions like that. Most of them aren't as extreme, I don't think. I'm sorry you have to deal with that." He places the bowl down. "No toppins. Just cotton candy ice cream."
"Ah. (GP). Sorry, man." He takes the cones off. "But hey, you seem like you're doin' okay now."
"I have an issue where I only eat certain foods because, if I do not, it makes me want to cry, skin my tongue out, and other stuff." He shrugs.
"I've heard of people with conditions like that. Most of them aren't as extreme, I don't think. I'm sorry you have to deal with that." He places the bowl down. "No toppins. Just cotton candy ice cream."
"Mn." He takes it and begins to eat it "My name is Harlow Isley."
"I've heard of people with conditions like that. Most of them aren't as extreme, I don't think. I'm sorry you have to deal with that." He places the bowl down. "No toppins. Just cotton candy ice cream."
"Mn." He takes it and begins to eat it "My name is Harlow Isley."
"Nice to meetcha, Harlow. Ya seem like a great guy."
*Okropnosc may be making a return. But I should probably bring back Oswald first, huh?*
"I've heard of people with conditions like that. Most of them aren't as extreme, I don't think. I'm sorry you have to deal with that." He places the bowl down. "No toppins. Just cotton candy ice cream."
"Mn." He takes it and begins to eat it "My name is Harlow Isley."
"Nice to meetcha, Harlow. Ya seem like a great guy."
*Okropnosc may be making a return. But I should probably bring back Oswald first, huh?*
*I will be real, who was Okropnosc.*
"I am not. No one truly is." He said, not so much offended but more so like a fact he believes.
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
*Is doing well. You?*
Stroth crawls out the door and smiles "My many thanks Rag, I hope to return the favor sometime." She beams.
The GrouperCorp factory is up and running again. The trawlers head out to sea. The automatons roam and the workers come in. Oswald stands on the balcony outside his office, the one he built for Yuri. He takes a drag on his cigarette, not wanting to spend the money on cigars at the moment. "Welcome home." He murmurs. "There will be blood a-plenty."
*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
*Is doing well. You?*
Stroth crawls out the door and smiles "My many thanks Rag, I hope to return the favor sometime." She beams.
The Herald nods and holds them in his arms.
*Doing great, or at least I think I am.*
Rag cracks his neck, waving as he walks off “Think nothing of it, I like to keep myself busy.” He stomps off, Sparrow saying goodbye to him as well.
(Good place to end?)
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*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"For you, brotha? I got anything." He moves around the tubs, and eventually brings a pink-and-blue ice cream to the top. "How much ya want?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am not your brother?" He tilts his head, perhaps a little confused.
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
"Eh, you're betta than mosta my family. Don't tell em' I said that. They'd probably disown me." He fills a big paper bowl and puts some ice entire cream cones on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not those please." Harlow asked and lowered his mask from his nose and mouth. He has horrible scared lips, evidence of torture of some sort. Bits of his lips give way to a perk of his teeth behind.
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
"Ah. (GP). Sorry, man." He takes the cones off. "But hey, you seem like you're doin' okay now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I have an issue where I only eat certain foods because, if I do not, it makes me want to cry, skin my tongue out, and other stuff." 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
"I've heard of people with conditions like that. Most of them aren't as extreme, I don't think. I'm sorry you have to deal with that." He places the bowl down. "No toppins. Just cotton candy ice cream."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn." He takes it and begins to eat it "My name is Harlow Isley."
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
"Nice to meetcha, Harlow. Ya seem like a great guy."
*Okropnosc may be making a return. But I should probably bring back Oswald first, huh?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I will be real, who was Okropnosc.*
"I am not. No one truly is." He said, not so much offended but more so like a fact he believes.
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
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
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
*God of horror. I'll make him something non-deific in power, but still*
"Yeah, but you're decent. That's more than I am."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oooooh, noice! Yeah, probably. Yuri still got build that train in town lol*
"Mn, if we are going after the Halo Prospect, you are a good man from my first interaction."
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
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
*Is doing well. You?*
Stroth crawls out the door and smiles "My many thanks Rag, I hope to return the favor sometime." She beams.
The Herald nods and holds them in his arms.
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 GrouperCorp factory is up and running again. The trawlers head out to sea. The automatons roam and the workers come in. Oswald stands on the balcony outside his office, the one he built for Yuri. He takes a drag on his cigarette, not wanting to spend the money on cigars at the moment. "Welcome home." He murmurs. "There will be blood a-plenty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
*Doing great, or at least I think I am.*
Rag cracks his neck, waving as he walks off “Think nothing of it, I like to keep myself busy.” He stomps off, Sparrow saying goodbye to him as well.
(Good place to end?)