"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
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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.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
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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.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
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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.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
*I suppose Mauric.*
It stands proudly on her arm, it's tail swishing.
She hisses a bit "Okay, not as numb as I thought."
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
*I suppose Mauric.*
It stands proudly on her arm, it's tail swishing.
She hisses a bit "Okay, not as numb as I thought."
Mauric is making something with eggs.
Loriche laughs. "I should make her some armor..."
"Just think painless thoughts!" He suggests before continuing the unclean paean.
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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.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
*I suppose Mauric.*
It stands proudly on her arm, it's tail swishing.
She hisses a bit "Okay, not as numb as I thought."
Mauric is making something with eggs.
Loriche laughs. "I should make her some armor..."
"Just think painless thoughts!" He suggests before continuing the unclean paean.
Harlow walks up to him and nods his head "Hello Mauric."
"Little kitty armor!" he gushes.
"I am trying." She shoots him a look before chuckling.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
*I suppose Mauric.*
It stands proudly on her arm, it's tail swishing.
She hisses a bit "Okay, not as numb as I thought."
Mauric is making something with eggs.
Loriche laughs. "I should make her some armor..."
"Just think painless thoughts!" He suggests before continuing the unclean paean.
Harlow walks up to him and nods his head "Hello Mauric."
"Little kitty armor!" he gushes.
"I am trying." She shoots him a look before chuckling.
"Hi!" Mauric smiles at him.
"Yeah but it'd be hard to model. How do you get the measurements of a cat?"
Riotan keeps hissing and uttering his profane lyrics. You begin to feel the rushing of 8 months of natal pain wreaking havoc on your body once more, all in a single flash.
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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.
“Uhh… giant silver minotaur with four pairs of horns, covered in gold ropes and sigils. He has a big pike and can see anywhere in the world.”
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 man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
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
(hi wendi)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
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
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
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!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
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
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
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 suppose Mauric.*
It stands proudly on her arm, it's tail swishing.
She hisses a bit "Okay, not as numb as I thought."
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 wanna RP, but I don't know what characters I want to play.*
*I need to start building a setting-type thing again. That should help.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric is making something with eggs.
Loriche laughs. "I should make her some armor..."
"Just think painless thoughts!" He suggests before continuing the unclean paean.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Any of them are fine! I shall RP with 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
Harlow walks up to him and nods his head "Hello Mauric."
"Little kitty armor!" he gushes.
"I am trying." She shoots him a look before chuckling.
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
*ooh, fun! Could iiiiii help?*
(good evening everyone)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*No, I mean I can't think of any that I actually want to play with.*
*I like your characters, I'm just not feeling like playing any of mine and can't really think of a character to create that I would feel like playing*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure, but I'll need some time to get my basics down. I'll need something for you to assist with, after all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*that’s fair! What kind of setting do you feel like making?*
"Hi!" Mauric smiles at him.
"Yeah but it'd be hard to model. How do you get the measurements of a cat?"
Riotan keeps hissing and uttering his profane lyrics. You begin to feel the rushing of 8 months of natal pain wreaking havoc on your body once more, all in a single flash.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dark fantasy western I think.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels