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.
The man begins to skip, a startling mode of movement for such a huge figure. He laughs and disappears into the woods, the sweet smells of smoke and sweat following behind him in a trail even a human could likely follow. He's making no effort to hide his movements, but his speed alone makes it difficult to keep tabs on him.
"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."
"Saint Olga's first for my bachelors and masters in marine biology and the Prince College for my general studies and then Twoson University for my medical background."
"Nothing bad honey, gonna take em out myself!" She beams.
"MALA I GOT (GP)ED TODAY! I WANT TO, IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING HURT-"
“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: 13
"Well what do you feel?"
She rages before swinging her halberd twice at them. Using reckless attack for both. To hit:2018 Damage:1210
He shakes his head, “I don’t know, it feels familiar, but I can’t remember.”
"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.
He chokes, coughing violently before nodding "They would be fine choices I suppose." He looks away, seemingly interested in his books again.
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.
He hugs them back, before looking into their eyes “I want you to do something, okay?”
She is able to ascertain a lot from what she sees, before he blows the smoke off the gun, holstering it in one swift motion “Hmm, not as good as I used ta be.”
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.
He hugs them back, before looking into their eyes “I want you to do something, okay?”
She is able to ascertain a lot from what she sees, before he blows the smoke off the gun, holstering it in one swift motion “Hmm, not as good as I used ta be.”
"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."
"Alright. Wicked. I'm a bit of a 'protector' deity. Nature, flesh, and fire too. People eat that stuff up. So, how would you feel about a little 'rivalry?' Mortals eat that up. Cult participation typically skyrockets when there's an 'enemy' of some sort. Like sports!"
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.
He hugs them back, before looking into their eyes “I want you to do something, okay?”
She is able to ascertain a lot from what she sees, before he blows the smoke off the gun, holstering it in one swift motion “Hmm, not as good as I used ta be.”
She looks up at him but her eyes are dull.
"That was hella good!" She pokes him.
“Okay, I want you to understand, every time you blame yourself, I’m going to stab myself, every time you apologize for something that isn’t your fault I’m going to stab myself. I will be here for you in these moments, but I refuse to let you keep yourself in this place of self hatred.”
He hugs her “Shoulda seen me back when I was a criminal, now all I steal is yer heart.” He chuckles “That was clique too huh?”
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.
He chokes, coughing violently before nodding "They would be fine choices I suppose." He looks away, seemingly interested in his books again.
The being slowly cups a now-developed claw under Harlow's chin. His hands are soft and gentle as they pull his face up to look in the monster's red eyes. "You seem distracted. Do you want to continue this another time?"
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.
The man begins to skip, a startling mode of movement for such a huge figure. He laughs and disappears into the woods, the sweet smells of smoke and sweat following behind him in a trail even a human could likely follow. He's making no effort to hide his movements, but his speed alone makes it difficult to keep tabs on him.
He begins to move faster as to follow, though his on footsteps remain lighter than a feather. He begins to really push himself to keep up with them, luckily enough, he’s far from human anymore, smiling softly at the challenge that is keeping up with them.
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The man begins to skip, a startling mode of movement for such a huge figure. He laughs and disappears into the woods, the sweet smells of smoke and sweat following behind him in a trail even a human could likely follow. He's making no effort to hide his movements, but his speed alone makes it difficult to keep tabs on him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Saint Olga's first for my bachelors and masters in marine biology and the Prince College for my general studies and then Twoson University for my medical background."
"Nothing bad honey, gonna take em out myself!" She beams.
"MALA I GOT (GP)ED TODAY! I WANT TO, IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING HURT-"
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 rages before swinging her halberd twice at them. Using reckless attack for both. To hit:20 18 Damage:12 10
He shakes his head, “I don’t know, it feels familiar, but I can’t remember.”
He chokes, coughing violently before nodding "They would be fine choices I suppose." He looks away, seemingly interested in his books again.
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
*Yep. Harlow's gay. Gosh darn it*
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 hugs them back, before looking into their eyes “I want you to do something, okay?”
She is able to ascertain a lot from what she sees, before he blows the smoke off the gun, holstering it in one swift motion “Hmm, not as good as I used ta be.”
She looks up at him but her eyes are dull.
"That was hella good!" She pokes 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
*how is Everyone doing?*
"Alright. Wicked. I'm a bit of a 'protector' deity. Nature, flesh, and fire too. People eat that stuff up. So, how would you feel about a little 'rivalry?' Mortals eat that up. Cult participation typically skyrockets when there's an 'enemy' of some sort. Like sports!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Okay, I want you to understand, every time you blame yourself, I’m going to stab myself, every time you apologize for something that isn’t your fault I’m going to stab myself. I will be here for you in these moments, but I refuse to let you keep yourself in this place of self hatred.”
He hugs her “Shoulda seen me back when I was a criminal, now all I steal is yer heart.” He chuckles “That was clique too huh?”
*I smell a skrunkle.*
*(pulls out my Smurf catcher)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Im blessed, and happy to be.*
*I'm heading to bed y'all. Love you all.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*oh, oh no no kind sir, what you have sensed is actually a humble pixie and her army of giant bullfrogs!*
*Love you too, see you later my dear friend. Continue tomorrow.*
*thats great! I’m revisiting and old thread idea I had, but I’m not too sure how well it would work*
The being slowly cups a now-developed claw under Harlow's chin. His hands are soft and gentle as they pull his face up to look in the monster's red eyes. "You seem distracted. Do you want to continue this another time?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Im already willing to support it. I don’t care what it is, because I’m curious, what is it? Also, want to continue on Smorg?*
*Night, king!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He begins to move faster as to follow, though his on footsteps remain lighter than a feather. He begins to really push himself to keep up with them, luckily enough, he’s far from human anymore, smiling softly at the challenge that is keeping up with them.