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.”
She rocks back and forth, closing her eyes.
"Huh, you always hit your targets tho?"
A few minutes later, he’s back, not wearing his armor, his hands and face covered in blood. He sits back next to them.
He smiles at them, spinning Rosemary on a finger “I’m a lucky son o’ a [gp]. After all, I married ya.”
"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?*
"No, more so with deep sea biological creatures than anything but this is a particular interest of mine." He said.
"Because they all hate me!" She chirps like it doesn't matter.
"I don't want to be taken anywhere! I don't want to be alive either!" She said.
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.”
"It's only the right thing to do." He takes a drag, the tiny entities screaming as they fall and shatter on the floor. "Releasing me into the world was. Now I can become something... real. Top (gp). You seem like the type that likes to inflict harm. Am I right on that assumption?"
"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?"
He stares almost, before catching himself and looks away. He fixes his mask and coughs "Perhaps something fitting. Perhaps look back on history and find one from a source that works well." He says, tripping over his words once.
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.”
She rocks back and forth, closing her eyes.
"Huh, you always hit your targets tho?"
A few minutes later, he’s back, not wearing his armor, his hands and face covered in blood. He sits back next to them.
He smiles at them, spinning Rosemary on a finger “I’m a lucky son o’ a [gp]. After all, I married ya.”
She looks more calm now but rocks back and forth violently.
“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. Uh… fine then, I guess.”
“Hm. Well, got any ideas to begin with?”
She points the halberd at the ground “If you don’t want to fight, don’t fight. There’s no fun in fighting someone who doesn’t want to, no honor.”
“I don’t know, someone beat me in an arm wrestling match a while back, and I still feel strange about it.”
She thinks for a minute, her nascent hatred building back up. “No, I want to fight. Let’s see if you can keep up, two-arms.”
“Are you mad about it?”
She holds out her halberd, smiling at them “Then let’s see if you can fight a real warrior.” Init:9 (There is no way she can win, so wanna just skip to the lose?)
He shakes his head “No… and that only makes me more confused.”
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.”
There is a revelry and reverie in his gaze, as though he were locked in a good dream that he didn't want to leave. He walks off into the woods, toward the smell of Texas barbecue and woodsmoke.
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.”
She rocks back and forth, closing her eyes.
"Huh, you always hit your targets tho?"
A few minutes later, he’s back, not wearing his armor, his hands and face covered in blood. He sits back next to them.
He smiles at them, spinning Rosemary on a finger “I’m a lucky son o’ a [gp]. After all, I married ya.”
She looks more calm now but rocks back and forth violently.
She laughs brightly and kisses him.
He holds out a hand to them again, wiping the blood off of it “They are… no point in saying anything but dead.”
He kisses her back “Wanna give it a shot befer you pick our next activity?”
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.”
There is a revelry and reverie in his gaze, as though he were locked in a good dream that he didn't want to leave. He walks off into the woods, toward the smell of Texas barbecue and woodsmoke.
Tengen follows, curious to what this man truly has within him, not having seen anything like that, or at least not in a long time. His footsteps have the practiced silence of a killer, despite his friendly smile.
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.”
She rocks back and forth, closing her eyes.
"Huh, you always hit your targets tho?"
A few minutes later, he’s back, not wearing his armor, his hands and face covered in blood. He sits back next to them.
He smiles at them, spinning Rosemary on a finger “I’m a lucky son o’ a [gp]. After all, I married ya.”
She looks more calm now but rocks back and forth violently.
She laughs brightly and kisses him.
He holds out a hand to them again, wiping the blood off of it “They are… no point in saying anything but dead.”
He kisses her back “Wanna give it a shot befer you pick our next activity?”
He pulls her into a hug, “Don’t worry, I cleaned up the body myself.” His eyes softening.
He smiles back at them, before giving a few practice shots, not a real practice, just making sure he’s still got it, and considering he hits one can into the air, before shooting it five more times, he might.
"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 stoner characters?*
"No, more so with deep sea biological creatures than anything but this is a particular interest of mine." He said.
"Because they all hate me!" She chirps like it doesn't matter.
"I don't want to be taken anywhere! I don't want to be alive either!" She said.
"Nice. Where'd you go to college?"
"...I am sorry."
Mala now looks mostly angry at herself. "...don't say that. Just because your life so far has been like this doesn't mean it will be forever."
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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.
"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?"
He stares almost, before catching himself and looks away. He fixes his mask and coughs "Perhaps something fitting. Perhaps look back on history and find one from a source that works well." He says, tripping over his words once.
The gleaming red eyes set in the ram skull head smirk a bit at that as it moves a bit closer.
"That sounds nice. I come from a slave community that lived here a couple hundred years back. Cotton pickers. They raised me, worshipped me. They were alone, and I came to save them from their oppressors. Got the plantation owners to let my people go. Would 'Luther' be too egotistical of me? Yes, I think so. Moses?" It laughs a bit.
The material form now covers his large, hairy chest above his equally large and hairy belly, although both are at least mostly covered by a white shirt. It's beginning to develop muscular arms, filling out the darkness around the bones.
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.”
"It's only the right thing to do." He takes a drag, the tiny entities screaming as they fall and shatter on the floor. "Releasing me into the world was. Now I can become something... real. Top (gp). You seem like the type that likes to inflict harm. Am I right on that assumption?"
"More or less."
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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.
“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. Uh… fine then, I guess.”
“Hm. Well, got any ideas to begin with?”
She points the halberd at the ground “If you don’t want to fight, don’t fight. There’s no fun in fighting someone who doesn’t want to, no honor.”
“I don’t know, someone beat me in an arm wrestling match a while back, and I still feel strange about it.”
She thinks for a minute, her nascent hatred building back up. “No, I want to fight. Let’s see if you can keep up, two-arms.”
“Are you mad about it?”
She holds out her halberd, smiling at them “Then let’s see if you can fight a real warrior.” Init:16 (There is no way she can win, so wanna just skip to the lose?)
He shakes his head “No… and that only makes me more confused.”
*i think it'd be better to just go through it fully*
Initiative: 5
"Well what do you feel?"
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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 pulls her into a hug, “Don’t worry, I cleaned up the body myself.” His eyes softening.
He smiles back at them, before giving a few practice shots, not a real practice, just making sure he’s still got it, and considering he hits one can into the air, before shooting it five more times, he might.
She nods softly and hugs him tightly. "I'm sorry..."
She watches with apt interest, cataloging his stance and everything.
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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
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“Oh. Uh… fine then, I guess.”
“Hm. Well, got any ideas to begin with?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A few minutes later, he’s back, not wearing his armor, his hands and face covered in blood. He sits back next to them.
He smiles at them, spinning Rosemary on a finger “I’m a lucky son o’ a [gp]. After all, I married ya.”
She points the halberd at the ground “If you don’t want to fight, don’t fight. There’s no fun in fighting someone who doesn’t want to, no honor.”
“I don’t know, someone beat me in an arm wrestling match a while back, and I still feel strange about it.”
"No, more so with deep sea biological creatures than anything but this is a particular interest of mine." He said.
"Because they all hate me!" She chirps like it doesn't matter.
"I don't want to be taken anywhere! I don't want to be alive either!" She said.
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
She thinks for a minute, her nascent hatred building back up. “No, I want to fight. Let’s see if you can keep up, two-arms.”
“Are you mad about it?”
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's only the right thing to do." He takes a drag, the tiny entities screaming as they fall and shatter on the floor. "Releasing me into the world was. Now I can become something... real. Top (gp). You seem like the type that likes to inflict harm. Am I right on that assumption?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He stares almost, before catching himself and looks away. He fixes his mask and coughs "Perhaps something fitting. Perhaps look back on history and find one from a source that works well." He says, tripping over his words once.
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
She looks more calm now but rocks back and forth violently.
She laughs brightly and kisses him.
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
She holds out her halberd, smiling at them “Then let’s see if you can fight a real warrior.” Init:9 (There is no way she can win, so wanna just skip to the lose?)
He shakes his head “No… and that only makes me more confused.”
There is a revelry and reverie in his gaze, as though he were locked in a good dream that he didn't want to leave. He walks off into the woods, toward the smell of Texas barbecue and woodsmoke.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He holds out a hand to them again, wiping the blood off of it “They are… no point in saying anything but dead.”
He kisses her back “Wanna give it a shot befer you pick our next activity?”
Tengen follows, curious to what this man truly has within him, not having seen anything like that, or at least not in a long time. His footsteps have the practiced silence of a killer, despite his friendly smile.
She takes it and holds it tightly.
"Nah, I want to watch you." She grins.
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
*some men just can’t hold their arsenic.*
*Cut for Wendi.*
He pulls her into a hug, “Don’t worry, I cleaned up the body myself.” His eyes softening.
He smiles back at them, before giving a few practice shots, not a real practice, just making sure he’s still got it, and considering he hits one can into the air, before shooting it five more times, he might.
"Nice. Where'd you go to college?"
"...I am sorry."
Mala now looks mostly angry at herself. "...don't say that. Just because your life so far has been like this doesn't mean it will be forever."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The gleaming red eyes set in the ram skull head smirk a bit at that as it moves a bit closer.
"That sounds nice. I come from a slave community that lived here a couple hundred years back. Cotton pickers. They raised me, worshipped me. They were alone, and I came to save them from their oppressors. Got the plantation owners to let my people go. Would 'Luther' be too egotistical of me? Yes, I think so. Moses?" It laughs a bit.
The material form now covers his large, hairy chest above his equally large and hairy belly, although both are at least mostly covered by a white shirt. It's beginning to develop muscular arms, filling out the darkness around the bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"More or less."
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 think it'd be better to just go through it fully*
Initiative: 5
"Well what do you feel?"
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 nods softly and hugs him tightly. "I'm sorry..."
She watches with apt interest, cataloging his stance and everything.
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