"Not especially. I'm not all here at the moment." The pelvis has been constructed now, and muscle, fat, and fabric have begun building around the feet and shins, causing more blood to pour out. "That's an interesting breakfast you have. Do you like it?"
"No. But it is food. Something that doesn't make me want to rip my own tongue out of my head." He shrugs "Who are you? And are you causing.. that?" He asked and gestures to the two men.
"Nah, I just gave them the idea and (gp)ed with their dice rolls. They really do love each other. Consent is important, even outside of the arbitrary standards mortals limit themselves with."
It moves in a strange, wheeling motion, leaving it bent over backwards in a pose that looks pretty uncomfortable but still within the realm of human possibility, all in order to look at him. "Is it an issue with flavor, smell, texture, or a combination?"
"Mn. A spirit of lust or love, how fun." He says, shrugging, his voice monotone "All of the above if you must no. I do not like crunchy items such as cookies, biscuits, crackers and the such. I do not like squishy foods like mochi and gummies, I barely handle spices."
He closes his book and stands up "My name is Harlow."
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
"A book of whaaaat?" She chuckles.
"Yes, I do, I am a drama queen." He smirks.
“I’m Mauric!”
“It discusses the problematic sociological standards set up by elven religious beliefs.”
“Masuki, why do you even go along with him?”
"Hello Mauric, you have nice plants." He said.
"Oh dear, something I never paid attention to." She sighs.
"Because he wants me to.." she mumbles.
“Thanks so much! I’m pretty proud of them.”
Thirteen shrugs. “That’s fine, I guess, but I’m just trying my best to raise awareness in the academic community about nascent racism toward those of mixed elven heritage.”
“Well don’t listen to him! He’s an idiot!”
"That is good, best to be proud of something." He looks back up but his gaze lies just behind Mauric.
"Mn, right, that I actually heard of." She said, nodding.
"Not like I can do anything..."
“Well, what are you proud of?”
“When an institution is corrupted in such a way, it has to be exposed. Like turning over a stone to reveal the hideous creatures beneath.”
“Sure you can. C’mon. Also [gp] you James.” She gestures for Masuki to follow.
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“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
"A book of whaaaat?" She chuckles.
"Yes, I do, I am a drama queen." He smirks.
“I’m Mauric!”
“It discusses the problematic sociological standards set up by elven religious beliefs.”
“Masuki, why do you even go along with him?”
"Hello Mauric, you have nice plants." He said.
"Oh dear, something I never paid attention to." She sighs.
"Because he wants me to.." she mumbles.
“Thanks so much! I’m pretty proud of them.”
Thirteen shrugs. “That’s fine, I guess, but I’m just trying my best to raise awareness in the academic community about nascent racism toward those of mixed elven heritage.”
“Well don’t listen to him! He’s an idiot!”
"That is good, best to be proud of something." He looks back up but his gaze lies just behind Mauric.
"Mn, right, that I actually heard of." She said, nodding.
"Not like I can do anything..."
“Well, what are you proud of?”
“When an institution is corrupted in such a way, it has to be exposed. Like turning over a stone to reveal the hideous creatures beneath.”
“Sure you can. C’mon. Also [gp] you James.” She gestures for Masuki to follow.
"My studies to bring a cheaper form of cures to the public." He said, closing his book.
"Indeed." Donn grunts and nods.
Masuki follows with little fight. James sighs and flips them off as they leave. "You said that you didn't like me..."
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
*We can continue with her.*
Masuki is shaking and crying out in the woods, head buried in her sweater.
She beams back at him and hugs him "How was that?"
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
*We can continue with her.*
Masuki is shaking and crying out in the woods, head buried in her sweater.
She beams back at him and hugs him "How was that?"
He leans down in his armor, his eyes warming up slightly from the constant cold. He doesn’t say anything, just being there for them.
He hugs her back tightly, “I’m proud o’ ya, I wasn’t half as good as ya when I started.”
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
*We can continue with her.*
Masuki is shaking and crying out in the woods, head buried in her sweater.
She beams back at him and hugs him "How was that?"
He leans down in his armor, his eyes warming up slightly from the constant cold. He doesn’t say anything, just being there for them.
He hugs her back tightly, “I’m proud o’ ya, I wasn’t half as good as ya when I started.”
She thrashes for a second. Her fingers digging into her flesh to the point blood drops from the marks.
*Perhaps my brand new demon god. I talked about him before, but I think it's time he's come into play.*
*Okay, I would like to try it, let me quickly make you an intro.*
Tengen is sitting in the forest in his true form. Black eyes, shining with blue hellfire within, his claws sharp and horns sharper. Tall, lanky, and athletically built. He has his helmet in his hands, looking down at the samurai’s helmet.
A large man with a chinstrap beard and dark brown hair all over his body walks over, leaning against a tree. He has a white shirt and pants, a cowboy hat and suspenders. He smiles at the demon before him, then looks off ahead of himself, staring at the sparse foliage overhead. "How you doing?" He pulls out a pipe from his shirt pocket and lights it, letting smoke bellow out from his nostrils and form little monsters on the ground as his eyes gleam bright red.
He looks up to them, his eyes tired despite the burning with it “Remembering, regretting. That doesn’t matter to you, or it shouldn’t.” He holds out a hand to them, the helmet turning into ash “I am Tengen, who might you be?”
The entity, a ram-skulled skeleton wrapped in shadow at this point, lowers down beside him, sitting criss-cross applesauce. "Hey there. What's up?"
“Not much. You did this, right?” He smirks.
It chuckles and conjures a lit cigarette. "Nah, just chose the time and place. They were gonna find out about each other eventually." Tiny demons and spirits fall in the ash, desperate to hang on to the burning material.
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
*We can continue with her.*
Masuki is shaking and crying out in the woods, head buried in her sweater.
She beams back at him and hugs him "How was that?"
He leans down in his armor, his eyes warming up slightly from the constant cold. He doesn’t say anything, just being there for them.
He hugs her back tightly, “I’m proud o’ ya, I wasn’t half as good as ya when I started.”
She thrashes for a second. Her fingers digging into her flesh to the point blood drops from the marks.
"I ain't good!" She smacks him playfully.
He holds out a hand to them, tears trickling from behind his helm. He doesn’t force them to take the hand, he doesn’t force them to do anything.
He only smiles wider at that “Well yer doin’ better than I did.”
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
“This is the reason I want to kill you, I feel sorry about people I don’t want to kill, I wouldn’t be sorry for you.”
He chuckles, moving one arm to their waist “Okay, point the gun at the cans.”
"How sad. Good thing the feeling is mutual." He smirks "I came as a messenger actually."
She does so, though not well, and shoots
“What message do you want to send James?” He says, rubbing his eyebrows.
It misses one of the cans, and he adjusts her aim, stopping the recoil from hurting her “Okay, yer doin’ it wrong. Let me.” He does a little bit to adjust her stance and grip.
"Oh no, I come to deliver a message! Masuki got (GP)Ed again." He said, smiling.
She allows herself to be posistented.
He twitches, before standing up and beginning to walk away. A frigid cold fills the air as he walks towards the town, his armor coming into his body, and blade materializing in his hand.
“Okay, what ya got ta do, don’t let yer wrists get hurt my the recoil. Try again.”
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
*We can continue with her.*
Masuki is shaking and crying out in the woods, head buried in her sweater.
She beams back at him and hugs him "How was that?"
He leans down in his armor, his eyes warming up slightly from the constant cold. He doesn’t say anything, just being there for them.
He hugs her back tightly, “I’m proud o’ ya, I wasn’t half as good as ya when I started.”
She thrashes for a second. Her fingers digging into her flesh to the point blood drops from the marks.
"I ain't good!" She smacks him playfully.
He holds out a hand to them, tears trickling from behind his helm. He doesn’t force them to take the hand, he doesn’t force them to do anything.
He only smiles wider at that “Well yer doin’ better than I did.”
"Not especially. I'm not all here at the moment." The pelvis has been constructed now, and muscle, fat, and fabric have begun building around the feet and shins, causing more blood to pour out. "That's an interesting breakfast you have. Do you like it?"
"No. But it is food. Something that doesn't make me want to rip my own tongue out of my head." He shrugs "Who are you? And are you causing.. that?" He asked and gestures to the two men.
"Nah, I just gave them the idea and (gp)ed with their dice rolls. They really do love each other. Consent is important, even outside of the arbitrary standards mortals limit themselves with."
It moves in a strange, wheeling motion, leaving it bent over backwards in a pose that looks pretty uncomfortable but still within the realm of human possibility, all in order to look at him. "Is it an issue with flavor, smell, texture, or a combination?"
"Mn. A spirit of lust or love, how fun." He says, shrugging, his voice monotone "All of the above if you must no. I do not like crunchy items such as cookies, biscuits, crackers and the such. I do not like squishy foods like mochi and gummies, I barely handle spices."
He closes his book and stands up "My name is Harlow."
"That's a nice name. Mind if I copy it? I'll change some letters. Maybe to Barlowe. Like from the book." He spins dramatically to face him properly once more "But I'm not a spirit of lust or love. More of... well, it's complicated. I'm an old kind of thing. Not a demon, or a fae, but I'm the kind of thing that came before there was a distinction between them. A thing of super-nature. Some would say that makes me a prince, but it makes me more like Mr. Orwell: Upper-lower class. The tastes of a king with the purse and power of a pauper."
He clings to them, wiping away their tears “I can’t help you, I’m sorry I can’t ever do anything for you. I’m useless.”
He kisses their forehead “How ‘bout a lil bit more practice, an’ then you decide what we do next?”
"I am sorry.. I froze up.. I failed myself and you." She sobs.
She nods and hands the gun back.
He rubs their back comfortingly “You can’t blame yourself, out of all of us, you still have a soul worth saving, you are afraid, and… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
He holsters it “I’m gonna get us a snack, we’re gonna shoot some more.” He leaves, coming back with two slices of bread.
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
"A book of whaaaat?" She chuckles.
"Yes, I do, I am a drama queen." He smirks.
“I’m Mauric!”
“It discusses the problematic sociological standards set up by elven religious beliefs.”
“Masuki, why do you even go along with him?”
"Hello Mauric, you have nice plants." He said.
"Oh dear, something I never paid attention to." She sighs.
"Because he wants me to.." she mumbles.
“Thanks so much! I’m pretty proud of them.”
Thirteen shrugs. “That’s fine, I guess, but I’m just trying my best to raise awareness in the academic community about nascent racism toward those of mixed elven heritage.”
“Well don’t listen to him! He’s an idiot!”
"That is good, best to be proud of something." He looks back up but his gaze lies just behind Mauric.
"Mn, right, that I actually heard of." She said, nodding.
"Not like I can do anything..."
“Well, what are you proud of?”
“When an institution is corrupted in such a way, it has to be exposed. Like turning over a stone to reveal the hideous creatures beneath.”
“Sure you can. C’mon. Also [gp] you James.” She gestures for Masuki to follow.
"My studies to bring a cheaper form of cures to the public." He said, closing his book.
"Indeed." Donn grunts and nods.
Masuki follows with little fight. James sighs and flips them off as they leave. "You said that you didn't like me..."
“Oh, that’s amazing! I don’t really know about how healthcare is here but working to reduce medication costs is certainly a great thing.”
“What are you two up to?” He continues working on the circle.
“Maybe, but I hate him more, and I hate people that take advantage of others too.” Malafasa effortlessly picks you up and takes flight.
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"Mn. A spirit of lust or love, how fun." He says, shrugging, his voice monotone "All of the above if you must no. I do not like crunchy items such as cookies, biscuits, crackers and the such. I do not like squishy foods like mochi and gummies, I barely handle spices."
He closes his book and stands up "My name is Harlow."
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
“Well, what are you proud of?”
“When an institution is corrupted in such a way, it has to be exposed. Like turning over a stone to reveal the hideous creatures beneath.”
“Sure you can. C’mon. Also [gp] you James.” She gestures for Masuki to follow.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course my friend.*
Heriot is having a drink in the forest, in the frigid cold, entirely not worried by that.
John is back in the tavern, having a good amount of fun on his own, drinking and sharpening his blade.
He waves them goodbye and struts off the the tavern.
She nods and focuses, aiming and firing.
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
"My studies to bring a cheaper form of cures to the public." He said, closing his book.
"Indeed." Donn grunts and nods.
Masuki follows with little fight. James sighs and flips them off as they leave. "You said that you didn't like me..."
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
(Good place to end, or want to continue with Masuki?)
She hits the can, and hits it pretty good with her stance and hold slightly changed, he doesn’t need to help with the recoil. He smiles wide.
*We can continue with her.*
Masuki is shaking and crying out in the woods, head buried in her sweater.
She beams back at him and hugs him "How was 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
He leans down in his armor, his eyes warming up slightly from the constant cold. He doesn’t say anything, just being there for them.
He hugs her back tightly, “I’m proud o’ ya, I wasn’t half as good as ya when I started.”
Malafasa lands nearby, shivering and emitting the occasional frustrated caw.
Rio heads over to him. “Sooner or later you’ll just whittle that thing down to the pommel.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She thrashes for a second. Her fingers digging into her flesh to the point blood drops from the marks.
"I ain't good!" She smacks him playfully.
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 looks up to them, his eyes tired despite the burning with it “Remembering, regretting. That doesn’t matter to you, or it shouldn’t.” He holds out a hand to them, the helmet turning into ash “I am Tengen, who might you be?”
It chuckles and conjures a lit cigarette. "Nah, just chose the time and place. They were gonna find out about each other eventually." Tiny demons and spirits fall in the ash, desperate to hang on to the burning material.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks over to them, grabbing her halberd for a moment, pointing it at them “Don’t do that.”
John smiles and chuckles “Maybe, but that’ll be a long time from today. This sword has seen worse than a whetstone.”
He holds out a hand to them, tears trickling from behind his helm. He doesn’t force them to take the hand, he doesn’t force them to do anything.
He only smiles wider at that “Well yer doin’ better than I did.”
She clings on to him, sobbing quietly.
She smiles and hugs him again, giggling.
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.*
He clings to them, wiping away their tears “I can’t help you, I’m sorry I can’t ever do anything for you. I’m useless.”
He kisses their forehead “How ‘bout a lil bit more practice, an’ then you decide what we do next?”
"I am sorry.. I froze up.. I failed myself and you." She sobs.
She nods and hands the gun back.
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
"That's a nice name. Mind if I copy it? I'll change some letters. Maybe to Barlowe. Like from the book." He spins dramatically to face him properly once more "But I'm not a spirit of lust or love. More of... well, it's complicated. I'm an old kind of thing. Not a demon, or a fae, but I'm the kind of thing that came before there was a distinction between them. A thing of super-nature. Some would say that makes me a prince, but it makes me more like Mr. Orwell: Upper-lower class. The tastes of a king with the purse and power of a pauper."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He rubs their back comfortingly “You can’t blame yourself, out of all of us, you still have a soul worth saving, you are afraid, and… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
He holsters it “I’m gonna get us a snack, we’re gonna shoot some more.” He leaves, coming back with two slices of bread.
“Oh, that’s amazing! I don’t really know about how healthcare is here but working to reduce medication costs is certainly a great thing.”
“What are you two up to?” He continues working on the circle.
“Maybe, but I hate him more, and I hate people that take advantage of others too.” Malafasa effortlessly picks you up and takes flight.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.