"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."
"Hm, much like the man in the book the Great Gatsby but his name escapes me at the moment. Always wishing for more but stuck in a level that wishes to push you down that proverbial latter." He said, standing up "Barlowe Orwell, could make a name out of that."
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.
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore." She says.
She nods and grabs one happily, like a child who got candy.
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.
“Well, by helping people to express themselves unto the world without fear of consequence, you certainly do a lot of good for my cause.”
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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.
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.
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore." She says.
She nods and grabs one happily, like a child who got candy.
“It does. I want a description of them, if that’s okay.” He says in the way he did the first time, only trying to remain calm for them.
He eats his own in a few bites, setting up the cans for them to shoot again.
"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.
"Indeed. Better for all folks including the markets." He said "People deserve to be healthy after all."
"Preparing to murder folk!" Yuri giggles and Donn rolls his eyes "A specific circuit in the court wishes to ruin her child, Georgie."
Masuki squirms violently, not liking being touched.
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.
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore." She says.
She nods and grabs one happily, like a child who got candy.
“It does. I want a description of them, if that’s okay.” He says in the way he did the first time, only trying to remain calm for them.
He eats his own in a few bites, setting up the cans for them to shoot again.
She nods and gives a full description of the man, trying not to seem weak.
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?”
He shakes it in a way that makes it clear that his presence here is friendly. It's not professional, not tentative, just friendly. "Workin' on it. Tengen. Nice name."
He swirls his pipe, causing more smoke daemons to appear, dancing around a flaming maypole in the tobacco. "Wanna take your mind off it? I was gonna hold a big 'welcome home' party for myself." He stares at the little figures, before snuffing out his pipe with his thumb.
"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.
"Indeed. Better for all folks including the markets." He said "People deserve to be healthy after all."
"Preparing to murder folk!" Yuri giggles and Donn rolls his eyes "A specific circuit in the court wishes to ruin her child, Georgie."
Masuki squirms violently, not liking being touched.
“Yeah. You’re a doctor then? A pharmacologist?”
“Ruin?”
She sighs and lands. “Fine. If you prefer, you can just get on my back.”
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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.
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.
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore." She says.
She nods and grabs one happily, like a child who got candy.
“It does. I want a description of them, if that’s okay.” He says in the way he did the first time, only trying to remain calm for them.
He eats his own in a few bites, setting up the cans for them to shoot again.
She nods and gives a full description of the man, trying not to seem weak.
"How do you normally shoot?"
He stands up, “I’m going to go. I won’t take too long, please, try not to blame yourself. Know that I care about you.” He begins walking again, the cold returning.
He unholster Rosemary “I usually don’t got the time ta aim, so I shoot from the hip, pointin’ close enough ta my opponent.”
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?”
He shakes it in a way that makes it clear that his presence here is friendly. It's not professional, not tentative, just friendly. "Workin' on it. Tengen. Nice name."
He swirls his pipe, causing more smoke daemons to appear, dancing around a flaming maypole in the tobacco. "Wanna take your mind off it? I was gonna hold a big 'welcome home' party for myself." He stares at the little figures, before snuffing out his pipe with his thumb.
He sighs, standing up, his arms hanging weakly by his sides as he looks into theirs, looking for… nothing in particular, just looking “I don’t have anything else to do at the moment, so I suppose I wouldn’t be against it. Though I don’t know you very well.” He shrugs, cracking his neck “Lead the way.”
"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.
"Indeed. Better for all folks including the markets." He said "People deserve to be healthy after all."
"Preparing to murder folk!" Yuri giggles and Donn rolls his eyes "A specific circuit in the court wishes to ruin her child, Georgie."
Masuki squirms violently, not liking being touched.
“Yeah. You’re a doctor then? A pharmacologist?”
“Ruin?”
She sighs and lands. “Fine. If you prefer, you can just get on my back.”
"Senior Marine Biologist at the Silas Institute." He said "Not anything beyond that. I do have a degree in medicine but nothing beyond a master's."
"They are taking pokes at him and her." Donn said.
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.
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore." She says.
She nods and grabs one happily, like a child who got candy.
“It does. I want a description of them, if that’s okay.” He says in the way he did the first time, only trying to remain calm for them.
He eats his own in a few bites, setting up the cans for them to shoot again.
She nods and gives a full description of the man, trying not to seem weak.
"How do you normally shoot?"
He stands up, “I’m going to go. I won’t take too long, please, try not to blame yourself. Know that I care about you.” He begins walking again, the cold returning.
He unholster Rosemary “I usually don’t got the time ta aim, so I shoot from the hip, pointin’ close enough ta my opponent.”
"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.
"Indeed. Better for all folks including the markets." He said "People deserve to be healthy after all."
"Preparing to murder folk!" Yuri giggles and Donn rolls his eyes "A specific circuit in the court wishes to ruin her child, Georgie."
Masuki squirms violently, not liking being touched.
“Yeah. You’re a doctor then? A pharmacologist?”
“Ruin?”
She sighs and lands. “Fine. If you prefer, you can just get on my back.”
"Senior Marine Biologist at the Silas Institute." He said "Not anything beyond that. I do have a degree in medicine but nothing beyond a master's."
"They are taking pokes at him and her." Donn said.
"No.. no, please just let me down.."
“Oh cool, a marine biologist! So you work with like watersheds and anemones and stuff?”
“Why?”
She sets her down with unprecedented gentleness, and lands herself. “I was just trying to take you someplace safer.”
*btw whatever happened to you and Salem’s furry stoners?*
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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.
"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."
"Hm, much like the man in the book the Great Gatsby but his name escapes me at the moment. Always wishing for more but stuck in a level that wishes to push you down that proverbial latter." He said, standing up "Barlowe Orwell, could make a name out of that."
"Hmmmm... Maybe a middle name to split up the O and W sounds." The being steps out of the water, a pair of white pants having woven themselves around his now muscle-covered legs. He's started to develop a bit of a gut. "What would you suggest?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"Hm, much like the man in the book the Great Gatsby but his name escapes me at the moment. Always wishing for more but stuck in a level that wishes to push you down that proverbial latter." He said, standing up "Barlowe Orwell, could make a name out of 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
"Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore." She says.
She nods and grabs one happily, like a child who got candy.
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, by helping people to express themselves unto the world without fear of consequence, you certainly do a lot of good for my cause.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It does. I want a description of them, if that’s okay.” He says in the way he did the first time, only trying to remain calm for them.
He eats his own in a few bites, setting up the cans for them to shoot again.
“Who’re you to tell me how to live?” She grumbles.
“Eh. My sword’s just projected magic, so I dunno if I have much experience.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Indeed. Better for all folks including the markets." He said "People deserve to be healthy after all."
"Preparing to murder folk!" Yuri giggles and Donn rolls his eyes "A specific circuit in the court wishes to ruin her child, Georgie."
Masuki squirms violently, not liking being touched.
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
“Someone who isn’t afraid to start a fight. If you want to do that, do it somewhere else.”
“I don’t know too much about magic, so looks like we’ve both got somethin’ o’ the like. Ya know, it’s harder ta be self indulgent than I expected.”
She nods and gives a full description of the man, trying not to seem weak.
"How do you normally shoot?"
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 shakes it in a way that makes it clear that his presence here is friendly. It's not professional, not tentative, just friendly. "Workin' on it. Tengen. Nice name."
He swirls his pipe, causing more smoke daemons to appear, dancing around a flaming maypole in the tobacco. "Wanna take your mind off it? I was gonna hold a big 'welcome home' party for myself." He stares at the little figures, before snuffing out his pipe with his thumb.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Yeah. You’re a doctor then? A pharmacologist?”
“Ruin?”
She sighs and lands. “Fine. If you prefer, you can just get on my back.”
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 stands up, “I’m going to go. I won’t take too long, please, try not to blame yourself. Know that I care about you.” He begins walking again, the cold returning.
He unholster Rosemary “I usually don’t got the time ta aim, so I shoot from the hip, pointin’ close enough ta my opponent.”
He sighs, standing up, his arms hanging weakly by his sides as he looks into theirs, looking for… nothing in particular, just looking “I don’t have anything else to do at the moment, so I suppose I wouldn’t be against it. Though I don’t know you very well.” He shrugs, cracking his neck “Lead the way.”
“Oh, you want to fight then?” She glowers.
“Really?”
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 tilts her head “I’d love to fight if you want to. Do you want to?”
“When you’ve been told what you should do your whole life, freedom doesn’t seem easy.”
"Senior Marine Biologist at the Silas Institute." He said "Not anything beyond that. I do have a degree in medicine but nothing beyond a master's."
"They are taking pokes at him and her." Donn said.
"No.. no, please just let me down.."
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
Mala blinks, confused and still angry. “So you, like… really enjoy fighting then?”
“Hm. I can’t even consider that, but then again, I’ve spent billions of years doing whatever the [gp] I want.”
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 rocks back and forth, closing her eyes.
"Huh, you always hit your targets tho?"
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 Jobah.*
“Fighting is my culture, and I’m the last of my culture, I have to try and keep it alive somehow.”
He shrugs, leaning back in his chair “I don’t know what I want to do, but I had direction, I might be able to do something.”
“Oh cool, a marine biologist! So you work with like watersheds and anemones and stuff?”
“Why?”
She sets her down with unprecedented gentleness, and lands herself. “I was just trying to take you someplace safer.”
*btw whatever happened to you and Salem’s furry stoners?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmmmm... Maybe a middle name to split up the O and W sounds." The being steps out of the water, a pair of white pants having woven themselves around his now muscle-covered legs. He's started to develop a bit of a gut. "What would you suggest?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels