*Got a bit of a headache, but other than that I’m fine, happy to hear you’re well.*
*Aw, I'm sorry love.
*It’s okay, I’ll live, probably. Wanna rp?*
*Yes please:)*.
*Would you like anyone specific? Just asking.*
*Uhhh I have no idea..*
*That fine, I’m fine with that, I’ve got a new character idea based on final fantasy, but I’ll use them later. Just Tengen and Sparrow for now.*
Tengen is sitting in the woods as he always is, practicing with his blade, his eyes closed as he seems to mutter himself, standing in front of a crystal lake.
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of their house in the woods, sitting in the rocking chair Rag made for them, making him a carving of them.
*Got a bit of a headache, but other than that I’m fine, happy to hear you’re well.*
*Aw, I'm sorry love.
*It’s okay, I’ll live, probably. Wanna rp?*
*Yes please:)*.
*Would you like anyone specific? Just asking.*
*Uhhh I have no idea..*
*That fine, I’m fine with that, I’ve got a new character idea based on final fantasy, but I’ll use them later. Just Tengen and Sparrow for now.*
Tengen is sitting in the woods as he always is, practicing with his blade, his eyes closed as he seems to mutter himself, standing in front of a crystal lake.
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of their house in the woods, sitting in the rocking chair Rag made for them, making him a carving of them.
*Lol, I had an idea for a character based off Homelander.*
Masuki is sitting beside him, trying to meditate as well but to twitchy, nervous, and anxious to do it.
Stroth somehow has gotten her hands on 10,000 eggs, 200 lbs of flour, 500 lbs of pig meat, and 1,000 pounds of fruit.
*Got a bit of a headache, but other than that I’m fine, happy to hear you’re well.*
*Aw, I'm sorry love.
*It’s okay, I’ll live, probably. Wanna rp?*
*Yes please:)*.
*Would you like anyone specific? Just asking.*
*Uhhh I have no idea..*
*That fine, I’m fine with that, I’ve got a new character idea based on final fantasy, but I’ll use them later. Just Tengen and Sparrow for now.*
Tengen is sitting in the woods as he always is, practicing with his blade, his eyes closed as he seems to mutter himself, standing in front of a crystal lake.
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of their house in the woods, sitting in the rocking chair Rag made for them, making him a carving of them.
*Lol, I had an idea for a character based off Homelander.*
Masuki is sitting beside him, trying to meditate as well but to twitchy, nervous, and anxious to do it.
Stroth somehow has gotten her hands on 10,000 eggs, 200 lbs of flour, 500 lbs of pig meat, and 1,000 pounds of fruit.
He doesn’t speak to them much, simply providing instructions that may help them find inner peace. There seems to be a strange reflection forming in the lake, familiar.
He puts down his carving knife and wood chunk, walking inside to help her cook where he can, though his cooking skills stop at broth and cornbread.
*Got a bit of a headache, but other than that I’m fine, happy to hear you’re well.*
*Aw, I'm sorry love.
*It’s okay, I’ll live, probably. Wanna rp?*
*Yes please:)*.
*Would you like anyone specific? Just asking.*
*Uhhh I have no idea..*
*That fine, I’m fine with that, I’ve got a new character idea based on final fantasy, but I’ll use them later. Just Tengen and Sparrow for now.*
Tengen is sitting in the woods as he always is, practicing with his blade, his eyes closed as he seems to mutter himself, standing in front of a crystal lake.
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of their house in the woods, sitting in the rocking chair Rag made for them, making him a carving of them.
*Lol, I had an idea for a character based off Homelander.*
Masuki is sitting beside him, trying to meditate as well but to twitchy, nervous, and anxious to do it.
Stroth somehow has gotten her hands on 10,000 eggs, 200 lbs of flour, 500 lbs of pig meat, and 1,000 pounds of fruit.
He doesn’t speak to them much, simply providing instructions that may help them find inner peace. There seems to be a strange reflection forming in the lake, familiar.
He puts down his carving knife and wood chunk, walking inside to help her cook where he can, though his cooking skills stop at broth and cornbread.
She narrows her eyes at the lake, standing up and walking over.
"This is gonna be for Rag, making a giant sized stack of pancakes, fried eggs, fruit, and bacon.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Masuki covers her ears, covering her ears.
She seems to know what she is doing overall.
After a small exchange, which Tengen seems to be begrudgingly taking part in, the angel leaves. Tengen takes their hands, “It’s okay… she’s gone.”
Occasionally he’ll send a little compliment flirtingly her way, smiling as he burns himself or makes a small cut on a finger.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Masuki covers her ears, covering her ears.
She seems to know what she is doing overall.
After a small exchange, which Tengen seems to be begrudgingly taking part in, the angel leaves. Tengen takes their hands, “It’s okay… she’s gone.”
Occasionally he’ll send a little compliment flirtingly her way, smiling as he burns himself or makes a small cut on a finger.
She violently shakes her head, her who body shaking like a leaf "I don't like them.."
She flirts with him back, healing his cuts and burns as they go.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
*That fine, I’m fine with that, I’ve got a new character idea based on final fantasy, but I’ll use them later. Just Tengen and Sparrow for now.*
Tengen is sitting in the woods as he always is, practicing with his blade, his eyes closed as he seems to mutter himself, standing in front of a crystal lake.
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of their house in the woods, sitting in the rocking chair Rag made for them, making him a carving of them.
Thirteen is meditating.
Mauric is making a reuben.
Loriche is slumbering in her hammock.
Riotan is setting up an abyssal ritual.
Eito is carving.
Malafasa is dropping bricks on people that are making her mad.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Lol, I had an idea for a character based off Homelander.*
Masuki is sitting beside him, trying to meditate as well but to twitchy, nervous, and anxious to do it.
Stroth somehow has gotten her hands on 10,000 eggs, 200 lbs of flour, 500 lbs of pig meat, and 1,000 pounds of fruit.
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
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
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 doesn’t speak to them much, simply providing instructions that may help them find inner peace. There seems to be a strange reflection forming in the lake, familiar.
He puts down his carving knife and wood chunk, walking inside to help her cook where he can, though his cooking skills stop at broth and cornbread.
She narrows her eyes at the lake, standing up and walking over.
"This is gonna be for Rag, making a giant sized stack of pancakes, fried eggs, fruit, and bacon.
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.*
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
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
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
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
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Masuki covers her ears, covering her ears.
She seems to know what she is doing overall.
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
After a small exchange, which Tengen seems to be begrudgingly taking part in, the angel leaves. Tengen takes their hands, “It’s okay… she’s gone.”
Occasionally he’ll send a little compliment flirtingly her way, smiling as he burns himself or makes a small cut on a finger.
She violently shakes her head, her who body shaking like a leaf "I don't like them.."
She flirts with him back, healing his cuts and burns as they go.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*why do I live....*
*that's right, chaos. [Dumps bucket of Legos into pool]*
After a while, Malafasa sits up and slightly scoots away from Heriot, realizing that she was a bit too close.
“Well, are you good at digging or needlework?”
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 forbidden Scrooge McDuck*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
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
*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