Thirteen is writing at the bar, drinking his green tea serenely.
Eito is floating on their back in the lake. Their light shines through the water, a ghostly star in a nightly expanse.
Yod is practicing archery with a bunch of different-sized fruits lined up on a fence two hundred feet away.
"Did I make it right?" saphuno asks carefully.
"Eito!" Omi calls out, walking on the surface towards them
The Puppy Prince only watches, loving the sport of archery.
"Of course. Thank you so much for helping to fuel my marinations on the mortal condition." He smiles reassuringly.
They look up, sinking forward and beginning to tread water. "Hello." They call, though their voice still sounds quiet.
Yod lets an arrow loose and it puts a clean hole in an old cantaloupe as he turns his head to look at Cevin, nodding at him.
"Anything for your hard earned silver." she chuckles. "What's the topic this time?"
"Doing some pondering?" he asks, crouching down and sitting on the water.
Cevin claps for them politely, smiling. "Glorious shot."
"The harmful and discriminatory aspects of the elven philosophy of reincarnation."
"Always. But I am also exerting my presence onto the physicality of the water. As shall we, it is born anew." They lift a hand, showing that the water around them has turned slightly paler and more viscous as it trails off of their cold velvet fingers.
"Most of them tend to be." He walks over. "Nice to see you."
"I'll pretend to understand that." she says, preparing him another mug of tea.
"And why are you doing that, if I may ask?"
"Nice to see you too, Yod." he stands up, smiling. His ears are pinned, though his tail jostles slightly.
"Basically, elven religion in regard to how our souls pass from body to body has been corrupted to discriminate against those of mixed elvish heritage, either condemning them as human thieves of elven souls or decrying them as elf bodies without spirits glorified by the gods. It's all very bigoted and I want to call attention to this harmful institution through formal writing."
"It serves as both ink that never degrades and my only real source of sustenance."
Yod notices this body language but doesn't react to it in any visible way. "Sorry, didn't mean to seem to ignore you. I was just real focused."
"I see." she nods, understanding truly. "And how much research have you done?"
"You actually need to eat?" he says, a bit astounded.
"No, I know the feeling. I love archery, and I know how much focus it needs." he smiles dismissively. "How've you been?"
"My whole life's worth. But then again, that's true of everything I write."
"It is less eating and more suffusing myself with the light of God that pours from out of me. Man cannot live off of bread alone." Eito swims over to the dock and clambers onto it, standing up gracefully and smiling.
"Good. Just working on my modeling and looking for contracts."
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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.
Thirteen is writing at the bar, drinking his green tea serenely.
Eito is floating on their back in the lake. Their light shines through the water, a ghostly star in a nightly expanse.
Yod is practicing archery with a bunch of different-sized fruits lined up on a fence two hundred feet away.
"Did I make it right?" saphuno asks carefully.
"Eito!" Omi calls out, walking on the surface towards them
The Puppy Prince only watches, loving the sport of archery.
"Of course. Thank you so much for helping to fuel my marinations on the mortal condition." He smiles reassuringly.
They look up, sinking forward and beginning to tread water. "Hello." They call, though their voice still sounds quiet.
Yod lets an arrow loose and it puts a clean hole in an old cantaloupe as he turns his head to look at Cevin, nodding at him.
"Anything for your hard earned silver." she chuckles. "What's the topic this time?"
"Doing some pondering?" he asks, crouching down and sitting on the water.
Cevin claps for them politely, smiling. "Glorious shot."
"The harmful and discriminatory aspects of the elven philosophy of reincarnation."
"Always. But I am also exerting my presence onto the physicality of the water. As shall we, it is born anew." They lift a hand, showing that the water around them has turned slightly paler and more viscous as it trails off of their cold velvet fingers.
"Most of them tend to be." He walks over. "Nice to see you."
"I'll pretend to understand that." she says, preparing him another mug of tea.
"And why are you doing that, if I may ask?"
"Nice to see you too, Yod." he stands up, smiling. His ears are pinned, though his tail jostles slightly.
"Basically, elven religion in regard to how our souls pass from body to body has been corrupted to discriminate against those of mixed elvish heritage, either condemning them as human thieves of elven souls or decrying them as elf bodies without spirits glorified by the gods. It's all very bigoted and I want to call attention to this harmful institution through formal writing."
"It serves as both ink that never degrades and my only real source of sustenance."
Yod notices this body language but doesn't react to it in any visible way. "Sorry, didn't mean to seem to ignore you. I was just real focused."
"I see." she nods, understanding truly. "And how much research have you done?"
"You actually need to eat?" he says, a bit astounded.
"No, I know the feeling. I love archery, and I know how much focus it needs." he smiles dismissively. "How've you been?"
"My whole life's worth. But then again, that's true of everything I write."
"It is less eating and more suffusing myself with the light of God that pours from out of me. Man cannot live off of bread alone." Eito swims over to the dock and clambers onto it, standing up gracefully and smiling.
"Good. Just working on my modeling and looking for contracts."
"Find a sweetheart yet?" she teases
"I don't even think I need to eat anything." he shrugs, following. "Still radiant as ever." he smiles, taking in their light.
"You're a model?" he asks, a soft blue flush.
"I've told you four times that I have no interest in sexual or romantic relationships." He sighs, bending over his papers to erase a few sentences.
"Thank you. I would think it would be irritating to the eye..."
Yod shakes his head. "No no no no, sorry. I was talking about my own models. I make little panoramas of cityscapes out of paper."
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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 couchs off some of the blood back into the sea “It’s okay, though I think I’ll stick to the land. I’ll go set up the hammock.” He stands up.
She licks her fangs “Oh really~” She sips her wine and leaning against them “I am happy you are enjoying it.”
he shakes himself free of blood, following along. "nice view" he teases, finding a towel and wiping himself down.
"I enjoyed the passage about the poor soul attempting to seduce you."
He goes back to taking things inside, carrying many crates in his shoulders “Ah let’s get inside first.”
“Oh, He did, though he didn’t have the time to write about it. Eating him felt disgusting, he wasn’t even that charming.”
"Was talking about you, mister." he chuckles, helping him carry stuff.
"And how about me? am I more so?" he asks, genuinely.
He rolls his eyes, chuckling with them. After a little while everything is inside and set up “Ah, a beautiful home.”
“You’re… the meal I haven’t had the chance at for a long time.” She says, taking one of their hands
"The openness is great too, nobody around~" he nudges them.
"And... what does that mean? A willing one?~"
*Im so sorry.*
“Oh we can do that later~ Do you want anything to eat? I know you have something to smoke.”
She rubs their arm and chest “More than that~ Wanna?”
*its okay*
"Food... I'm actually alright for the moment." he says, pulling out his infinity blunt and lighting it.
"Yes... feed from me directly. I don't care about the risks."
*I really am sorry though.*
He walks into the kitchen, putting on a kiss the cook apron and beginning to make himself something “I’ll just make myself something then.”
Her mouth unfolds, and she slices into their flesh, draining from them. She doesn’t take much, and it doesn’t hurt but for a moment. X begins to feel, stronger than before, though it’s only a bit stronger.
*Im back for an hour, does anyone here care and or want to roleplay?*
*of course. can I get Sparrow and Heriot?*
*Of course you can my friend. Here you go.*
Heriot is having a drink in the tavern. Drinking being part of her culture, nearly no one could hope to match her in a contest, but she’s just having fun.
Sparrow is at his new home having a smoke and a drink. He sits in his rocking chair, enjoying his day.
Thirteen is writing at the bar, drinking his green tea serenely.
Eito is floating on their back in the lake. Their light shines through the water, a ghostly star in a nightly expanse.
Yod is practicing archery with a bunch of different-sized fruits lined up on a fence two hundred feet away.
"Did I make it right?" saphuno asks carefully.
"Eito!" Omi calls out, walking on the surface towards them
The Puppy Prince only watches, loving the sport of archery.
"Of course. Thank you so much for helping to fuel my marinations on the mortal condition." He smiles reassuringly.
They look up, sinking forward and beginning to tread water. "Hello." They call, though their voice still sounds quiet.
Yod lets an arrow loose and it puts a clean hole in an old cantaloupe as he turns his head to look at Cevin, nodding at him.
"Anything for your hard earned silver." she chuckles. "What's the topic this time?"
"Doing some pondering?" he asks, crouching down and sitting on the water.
Cevin claps for them politely, smiling. "Glorious shot."
"The harmful and discriminatory aspects of the elven philosophy of reincarnation."
"Always. But I am also exerting my presence onto the physicality of the water. As shall we, it is born anew." They lift a hand, showing that the water around them has turned slightly paler and more viscous as it trails off of their cold velvet fingers.
"Most of them tend to be." He walks over. "Nice to see you."
"I'll pretend to understand that." she says, preparing him another mug of tea.
"And why are you doing that, if I may ask?"
"Nice to see you too, Yod." he stands up, smiling. His ears are pinned, though his tail jostles slightly.
"Basically, elven religion in regard to how our souls pass from body to body has been corrupted to discriminate against those of mixed elvish heritage, either condemning them as human thieves of elven souls or decrying them as elf bodies without spirits glorified by the gods. It's all very bigoted and I want to call attention to this harmful institution through formal writing."
"It serves as both ink that never degrades and my only real source of sustenance."
Yod notices this body language but doesn't react to it in any visible way. "Sorry, didn't mean to seem to ignore you. I was just real focused."
"I see." she nods, understanding truly. "And how much research have you done?"
"You actually need to eat?" he says, a bit astounded.
"No, I know the feeling. I love archery, and I know how much focus it needs." he smiles dismissively. "How've you been?"
"My whole life's worth. But then again, that's true of everything I write."
"It is less eating and more suffusing myself with the light of God that pours from out of me. Man cannot live off of bread alone." Eito swims over to the dock and clambers onto it, standing up gracefully and smiling.
"Good. Just working on my modeling and looking for contracts."
"Find a sweetheart yet?" she teases
"I don't even think I need to eat anything." he shrugs, following. "Still radiant as ever." he smiles, taking in their light.
"You're a model?" he asks, a soft blue flush.
"I've told you four times that I have no interest in sexual or romantic relationships." He sighs, bending over his papers to erase a few sentences.
"Thank you. I would think it would be irritating to the eye..."
Yod shakes his head. "No no no no, sorry. I was talking about my own models. I make little panoramas of cityscapes out of paper."
"I know, Thirteen. It was only a joke. Though, do you even have platonic relationships? friends?"
"No, you are the exact opposite." he stands next to them, placing a finger on their chin "Pleasing to look at, more so to speak with."
"Oh, right. I recall, I just..." he shakes his head. "had my mind elsewhere. What kind of contracts?"
"Of course! Theren, Scott, Caramel, you..."
Eito reaches out to clasp their other hand. "Thank you."
Yod raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. "Hits. Targets. Y'know."
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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.
*You could still have part of the kid, filled out with say, demonic energy. But this is the other part.*
*I'm still in the planning phase, but I'm hoping that this will be a truly spooky character. I hope they are allowed a redemption arc in the future, but I doubt it given what Lawrence and I have discussed.*
*I really like it. This is a wonderful idea. Your skill never fails to amaze me.*
*Why do you assume it's a good idea? You don't even know about how I'm struggling to decide between Joker and Johan Liebert for inspiration. Nihilism or Absurdism. One is easy to make evil, the other will take actual effort and understanding.*
He kisses them back, “I did it because I love you, which is something I never expected I’d say. You mean the world to me.” He says, smiling at them, his fangs sharp.
She licks the blood from her lips and fangs, her eyes shining brighter for a moment, as she watches their wound heal.
*Im back for an hour, does anyone here care and or want to roleplay?*
*of course. can I get Sparrow and Heriot?*
*Of course you can my friend. Here you go.*
Heriot is having a drink in the tavern. Drinking being part of her culture, nearly no one could hope to match her in a contest, but she’s just having fun.
Sparrow is at his new home having a smoke and a drink. He sits in his rocking chair, enjoying his day.
Malafasa rustles into the inn, moving to sit next to her.
Yod is walking around outside, his bow on his back, utterly chill.
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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.
*Im back for an hour, does anyone here care and or want to roleplay?*
*of course. can I get Sparrow and Heriot?*
*Of course you can my friend. Here you go.*
Heriot is having a drink in the tavern. Drinking being part of her culture, nearly no one could hope to match her in a contest, but she’s just having fun.
Sparrow is at his new home having a smoke and a drink. He sits in his rocking chair, enjoying his day.
Malafasa rustles into the inn, moving to sit next to her.
Yod is walking around outside, his bow on his back, utterly chill.
She smiles at them, putting down her beer mug “Hello Malafasa, good to see you again.” She smiles.
Sparrow waves to them, blowing smoke rings “Howdy there pardner.”
*You could still have part of the kid, filled out with say, demonic energy. But this is the other part.*
*I'm still in the planning phase, but I'm hoping that this will be a truly spooky character. I hope they are allowed a redemption arc in the future, but I doubt it given what Lawrence and I have discussed.*
*I really like it. This is a wonderful idea. Your skill never fails to amaze me.*
*Why do you assume it's a good idea? You don't even know about how I'm struggling to decide between Joker and Johan Liebert for inspiration. Nihilism or Absurdism. One is easy to make evil, the other will take actual effort and understanding.*
*Which do you prefer?*
*I assume it's good for two reasons. One, it's a concept that I've basically never seen and it's already got me hooked. Two, I trust your abilities as a writer since I've seen your writing constantly floor me with its quality and depth over and over again.*
*i'd probably prefer the absurdism idea because Mark Hamill's Joker defined my youthful worldview. But one can easily give way to the other, as the Joker himself has explained before. Life is so funny because it's so pointless. To quote Huggbees, "death is the funniest joke the universe can tell."*
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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.
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"My whole life's worth. But then again, that's true of everything I write."
"It is less eating and more suffusing myself with the light of God that pours from out of me. Man cannot live off of bread alone." Eito swims over to the dock and clambers onto it, standing up gracefully and smiling.
"Good. Just working on my modeling and looking for contracts."
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've told you four times that I have no interest in sexual or romantic relationships." He sighs, bending over his papers to erase a few sentences.
"Thank you. I would think it would be irritating to the eye..."
Yod shakes his head. "No no no no, sorry. I was talking about my own models. I make little panoramas of cityscapes out of paper."
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 really am sorry though.*
He walks into the kitchen, putting on a kiss the cook apron and beginning to make himself something “I’ll just make myself something then.”
Her mouth unfolds, and she slices into their flesh, draining from them. She doesn’t take much, and it doesn’t hurt but for a moment. X begins to feel, stronger than before, though it’s only a bit stronger.
*Im back for an hour, does anyone here care and or want to roleplay?*
*of course. can I get Sparrow and Heriot?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course you can my friend. Here you go.*
Heriot is having a drink in the tavern. Drinking being part of her culture, nearly no one could hope to match her in a contest, but she’s just having fun.
Sparrow is at his new home having a smoke and a drink. He sits in his rocking chair, enjoying his day.
"Of course! Theren, Scott, Caramel, you..."
Eito reaches out to clasp their other hand. "Thank you."
Yod raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. "Hits. Targets. Y'know."
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 you assume it's a good idea? You don't even know about how I'm struggling to decide between Joker and Johan Liebert for inspiration. Nihilism or Absurdism. One is easy to make evil, the other will take actual effort and understanding.*
*Which do you prefer?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
He kisses them back, “I did it because I love you, which is something I never expected I’d say. You mean the world to me.” He says, smiling at them, his fangs sharp.
She licks the blood from her lips and fangs, her eyes shining brighter for a moment, as she watches their wound heal.
Malafasa rustles into the inn, moving to sit next to her.
Yod is walking around outside, his bow on his back, utterly chill.
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 smiles at them, putting down her beer mug “Hello Malafasa, good to see you again.” She smiles.
Sparrow waves to them, blowing smoke rings “Howdy there pardner.”
*Dang, I’m hurt, Thirteen didn’t mention Damian among his friends.*
*Hmmm~*
*Time for me to run and hide...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I assume it's good for two reasons. One, it's a concept that I've basically never seen and it's already got me hooked. Two, I trust your abilities as a writer since I've seen your writing constantly floor me with its quality and depth over and over again.*
*i'd probably prefer the absurdism idea because Mark Hamill's Joker defined my youthful worldview. But one can easily give way to the other, as the Joker himself has explained before. Life is so funny because it's so pointless. To quote Huggbees, "death is the funniest joke the universe can tell."*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.