“No no, even if you were, I wouldn’t hold it against you. Has anything happened to you since then?”
He raises an eyebrow before laughing “Good to know I’m not one of the only elderly around here.”
“Nnnnot really. Aside from this guy John who I think’s been trying to flirt with me, but…”
She scoffs. “Pffft. Elderly? If I was elderly, I couldn’t break huge rocks against my face or split meter-thick trunks with my bare hands.”
She looks surprised for a moment, raising an eyebrow “I… Do you mean the armored guy with the greatsword? I wouldn’t expect you to be his type.”
He chuckles that, leaning against his sword “Really? I wouldn’t say age doesn’t stop anyone from doing spectacular things. After all, I’m very, very old, and I’d say I’m still no pushover.”
“Yeah, it is a bit strange. And he’s not mine either. But that’s for reasons outside his control…”
“Yeah, and that’s why I’m sayin’ I don’t like that title. It implies I’m feeble. And the absolute last thing I am is feeble.”
She shrugs “Hey, he’s not a terrible guy, or at least he doesn’t try to be, I say you just shoot him down and let him move on with his life.”
“I would say the last you are is unarmored, but maybe I’m wrong.” He says with a chuckle, sheathing his blade once more “You certainly don’t seem feeble.”
*If you want to continue Jobah, we could start something new if you want.*
*Jobah?*
*oh sorry i missed that*
"That's the plan."
"No, you're right. I'm not even sure if I have any remaining body under here. It's got to have decomposed, but I can't feel it at all. It's a weird detachment."
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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.
"No, you're right. I'm not even sure if I have any remaining body under here. It's got to have decomposed, but I can't feel it at all. It's a weird detachment."
"Let's hope it works out. I assume you're a lesbian too?"
"Maybe your armor is preserving you in an unexpected way, but no point wondering. If you take it off, you die right?" He asks, curious to hear more about it as a whole.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"No, you're right. I'm not even sure if I have any remaining body under here. It's got to have decomposed, but I can't feel it at all. It's a weird detachment."
"Let's hope it works out. I assume you're a lesbian too?"
"Maybe your armor is preserving you in an unexpected way, but no point wondering. If you take it off, you die right?" He asks, curious to hear more about it as a whole.
"Yep."
"Well here's how I think it works. It's like you've got two cups full of water and then you turn one upside down and press it against the mouth of the other one. Now, if you ever open those two, the water will spill out. I think it's the same idea, but with my soul or ghost or whatever instead of water."
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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.
"No, you're right. I'm not even sure if I have any remaining body under here. It's got to have decomposed, but I can't feel it at all. It's a weird detachment."
"Let's hope it works out. I assume you're a lesbian too?"
"Maybe your armor is preserving you in an unexpected way, but no point wondering. If you take it off, you die right?" He asks, curious to hear more about it as a whole.
"Yep."
"Well here's how I think it works. It's like you've got two cups full of water and then you turn one upside down and press it against the mouth of the other one. Now, if you ever open those two, the water will spill out. I think it's the same idea, but with my soul or ghost or whatever instead of water."
"Good for you, unlucky for this to happen twice to John I guess."
He nods along with their words, holding his chin with one hand "So I may have something that can relate to that actually." He summons his helmet, which forms from ash in his hand "I'm... well I'm alive, but I'm not really. The armor is the catalyst for my soul, like a lich or something similar, though I am still capable of being harmed outside of it."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods.
Oliver wakes up hours later.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yes. Just like people. And don't reduce me to my race, mmkay?" He sets his carving down and examines his whittling knife with mild disinterest.
He listens, awaiting the continuation of the sentence.
"So where are you set up out here?"
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’m sorry, I wish I could console you in some way.”
Merabelle has been knitting sweaters for them, she’s on her fourth.
"Sorry...I'm not good with people..." he mumbles
"That was my only gem...."
"Don't like civilization."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh sorry i missed that*
"That's the plan."
"No, you're right. I'm not even sure if I have any remaining body under here. It's got to have decomposed, but I can't feel it at all. It's a weird detachment."
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 shrugs, petting Toast.
"Mom..?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"S'alright."
"You can't use anything else?"
She grins. "I hear you there, dude."
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 pets Toast, trying to stem his nerves.
He shakes his head.
He holds out his fist for a fist bump
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rio sighs and dives off the edge after her, his scales flying off as he descends and transforming into some kind of sahuagin.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Let's hope it works out. I assume you're a lesbian too?"
"Maybe your armor is preserving you in an unexpected way, but no point wondering. If you take it off, you die right?" He asks, curious to hear more about it as a whole.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I can't ask much of you, but ask around, consider trusting me, take the time to think about it."
She stops, looking up from her knitting "Oh baby yer finally awake. Yes sweetheart?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods.
"What happened?" he says, one of his eyes cloudy
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yep."
"Well here's how I think it works. It's like you've got two cups full of water and then you turn one upside down and press it against the mouth of the other one. Now, if you ever open those two, the water will spill out. I think it's the same idea, but with my soul or ghost or whatever instead of water."
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 holds out a hand, "Nice to formally meet you Helios."
She notices and only grows more concerned "Ya hurt yerself. It's okay now though..."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Cute rabbit."
"Well then, I'll do my best to get you a replacement. I am not necessarily wealthy, but I have access to a lot of arcane supplies."
She bumps it with her fist, as is the custom.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Nice to meet you too."
"Oh...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"his name is toast." he says proudly.
"Thank you mister..."
"I think I have some spare metal at my camp if you want some."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Good for you, unlucky for this to happen twice to John I guess."
He nods along with their words, holding his chin with one hand "So I may have something that can relate to that actually." He summons his helmet, which forms from ash in his hand "I'm... well I'm alive, but I'm not really. The armor is the catalyst for my soul, like a lich or something similar, though I am still capable of being harmed outside of it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You don't have to say something you don't mean." He says with a chuckle.
She hugs them again "Can you see okay?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*boo!*