It's a fine day, the breeze through the air signaling the oncoming spring season, and the market place is bustling with life. Merchants from all across the globe have set up their own stands. Various exotic goods are being sold, a perfect place to find something new. Or, in todays case, for a bit of mischief. Theres a shout as a young man pushes through the croud, a merchant chasing after him, shouting 'Thief!' as he runs. A few guards join the chase, attempting to catch the thief as they duck into an alley, the guards following behind, losing sight of them for just a moment, and running down the alley, passing by an ornate bottle with a little red Pseudodragon laying half on top of it. as the sound of the yelling guards fade, the bottle opens, leaking out a smoke that forms into the young man, who stretches and grins, pocketing the item he'd stolen
He has golden eyes reminiscent of a snake's, tanned skin, and a head of messy black hair. the skin dipping into his loose shirt has patchy scales on it, along with on his arms, a dusty yellow color that only slightly stands out from his skin. He picks up the bottle, the pseudo dragon taking the opportunity to climb up his arm to his shoulder, clipping the bottle onto his belt as he walks out of the alley
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
“They-…” she whispers. “They were screaming-…” she stares blankly at the ground in front of her.
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
“They-…” she whispers. “They were screaming-…” she stares blankly at the ground in front of her.
“And now they are dead, or at least I can guess that they are. No point mourning them, why are you in this alley anyway?”
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
“They-…” she whispers. “They were screaming-…” she stares blankly at the ground in front of her.
“And now they are dead, or at least I can guess that they are. No point mourning them, why are you in this alley anyway?”
“T-two thieves- they couldn’t have been older than-… fifteen… I was walking p-p-past here… and one of them had a knife… they told me to give them all of my money…” she shakes her head, chuckling nervously, as if to deflect the sadness. “I… didn’t have any money, but they-… they d-d-didn’t believe me… ha-ha- and so one of them tried to-… hurt me.” She looks up to Elijah.
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
“They-…” she whispers. “They were screaming-…” she stares blankly at the ground in front of her.
“And now they are dead, or at least I can guess that they are. No point mourning them, why are you in this alley anyway?”
“T-two thieves- they couldn’t have been older than-… fifteen… I was walking p-p-past here… and one of them had a knife… they told me to give them all of my money…” she shakes her head, chuckling nervously, as if to deflect the sadness. “I… didn’t have any money, but they-… they d-d-didn’t believe me… ha-ha- and so one of them tried to-… hurt me.” She looks up to Elijah.
”then I watched them die.”
“Fifteen? If they tried to rob you and kept threatening you after you explained you didn’t have any they deserved what they got.” He says coldly looking back into their eyes, before his warmth and smile returns “That’s just how things are sometimes, you shouldn’t mourn people who would have killed you without a second thought. Come on, you need to get cleaned up and warm up.” He stands, holding out a hand to them.
Calypso is alone, cold and wet, in an alleyway. Recently, around town, there have been more frequent tremors and strange happenings. She looks…despondent.
Elijah walks past the alleyway, humming and whistling to himself, before seeing them and stopping, turning over to look at them for a moment. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small orb and walking over.
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
“They-…” she whispers. “They were screaming-…” she stares blankly at the ground in front of her.
“And now they are dead, or at least I can guess that they are. No point mourning them, why are you in this alley anyway?”
“T-two thieves- they couldn’t have been older than-… fifteen… I was walking p-p-past here… and one of them had a knife… they told me to give them all of my money…” she shakes her head, chuckling nervously, as if to deflect the sadness. “I… didn’t have any money, but they-… they d-d-didn’t believe me… ha-ha- and so one of them tried to-… hurt me.” She looks up to Elijah.
”then I watched them die.”
“Fifteen? If they tried to rob you and kept threatening you after you explained you didn’t have any they deserved what they got.” He says coldly looking back into their eyes, before his warmth and smile returns “That’s just how things are sometimes, you shouldn’t mourn people who would have killed you without a second thought. Come on, you need to get cleaned up and warm up.” He stands, holding out a hand to them.
It's a fine day, the breeze through the air signaling the oncoming spring season, and the market place is bustling with life. Merchants from all across the globe have set up their own stands. Various exotic goods are being sold, a perfect place to find something new. Or, in todays case, for a bit of mischief. Theres a shout as a young man pushes through the croud, a merchant chasing after him, shouting 'Thief!' as he runs. A few guards join the chase, attempting to catch the thief as they duck into an alley, the guards following behind, losing sight of them for just a moment, and running down the alley, passing by an ornate bottle with a little red Pseudodragon laying half on top of it. as the sound of the yelling guards fade, the bottle opens, leaking out a smoke that forms into the young man, who stretches and grins, pocketing the item he'd stolen
He has golden eyes reminiscent of a snake's, tanned skin, and a head of messy black hair. the skin dipping into his loose shirt has patchy scales on it, along with on his arms, a dusty yellow color that only slightly stands out from his skin. He picks up the bottle, the pseudo dragon taking the opportunity to climb up his arm to his shoulder, clipping the bottle onto his belt as he walks out of the alley
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
“That… that I mourn for them. I’ve done some terrible things, I’ve brought pain that no one should feel, I’ve crushed people’s will to live.” He opens the door to the shop, “If you were killed by those kids, I would have done the same as whatever killed them.” He walks inside.
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
“That… that I mourn for them. I’ve done some terrible things, I’ve brought pain that no one should feel, I’ve crushed people’s will to live.” He opens the door to the shop, “If you were killed by those kids, I would have done the same as whatever killed them.” He walks inside.
“No-… no, you wouldn’t have.” She follows him, voice shaking.
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
“That… that I mourn for them. I’ve done some terrible things, I’ve brought pain that no one should feel, I’ve crushed people’s will to live.” He opens the door to the shop, “If you were killed by those kids, I would have done the same as whatever killed them.” He walks inside.
“No-… no, you wouldn’t have.” She follows him, voice shaking.
He takes off his jacket, putting it away “I won’t argue with you.” He says, “Want anything to eat while I scrounge you some new clothes and things to clean up with?”
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
“That… that I mourn for them. I’ve done some terrible things, I’ve brought pain that no one should feel, I’ve crushed people’s will to live.” He opens the door to the shop, “If you were killed by those kids, I would have done the same as whatever killed them.” He walks inside.
“No-… no, you wouldn’t have.” She follows him, voice shaking.
He takes off his jacket, putting it away “I won’t argue with you.” He says, “Want anything to eat while I scrounge you some new clothes and things to clean up with?”
“Not… hungry.” She replies, nearly collapsing on the nearest piece of furniture.
(in case he did ask, I did have a reply for how she would’ve described their deaths.)
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
“That… that I mourn for them. I’ve done some terrible things, I’ve brought pain that no one should feel, I’ve crushed people’s will to live.” He opens the door to the shop, “If you were killed by those kids, I would have done the same as whatever killed them.” He walks inside.
“No-… no, you wouldn’t have.” She follows him, voice shaking.
He takes off his jacket, putting it away “I won’t argue with you.” He says, “Want anything to eat while I scrounge you some new clothes and things to clean up with?”
“Not… hungry.” She replies, nearly collapsing on the nearest piece of furniture.
(in case he did ask, I did have a reply for how she would’ve described their deaths.)
*I imagine it would eldritch and awful considering there was nothing left except for their blood.*
He gets her a blanket, putting it down next to them and going off to get the other things. A puddle of metal and a shadow without something it’s connected to rest near them.
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*I have made a new character :D*
It's a fine day, the breeze through the air signaling the oncoming spring season, and the market place is bustling with life. Merchants from all across the globe have set up their own stands. Various exotic goods are being sold, a perfect place to find something new. Or, in todays case, for a bit of mischief. Theres a shout as a young man pushes through the croud, a merchant chasing after him, shouting 'Thief!' as he runs. A few guards join the chase, attempting to catch the thief as they duck into an alley, the guards following behind, losing sight of them for just a moment, and running down the alley, passing by an ornate bottle with a little red Pseudodragon laying half on top of it. as the sound of the yelling guards fade, the bottle opens, leaking out a smoke that forms into the young man, who stretches and grins, pocketing the item he'd stolen
He has golden eyes reminiscent of a snake's, tanned skin, and a head of messy black hair. the skin dipping into his loose shirt has patchy scales on it, along with on his arms, a dusty yellow color that only slightly stands out from his skin. He picks up the bottle, the pseudo dragon taking the opportunity to climb up his arm to his shoulder, clipping the bottle onto his belt as he walks out of the alley
She looks up, and sees someone approaching, stumbling back onto the ground. She’s shaking, hyperventilating, and as Elijah walks closer, he can see the ground around her is splattered with blood.
*Have fun, I’ll be here if you need me I’ll be here for a little bit more.*
He ignores the blood, his friendly smile not faltering for a moment as if he’s seen all of this before, he leans down, putting the orb in front of them, it radiates heat, enough to repel the cold as long as it’s near them “You okay Calypso?”
“No-no, i’m… not… oka-y-y-y…” she mumbles, tears streaming down her face. Despite the fact that the ground is splattered with a lot of blood, Calypso only seems to be lightly bruised and cut.
He sits down next to them. He knows this isn’t a good time to touch them, taking out another Materia, helping to heal their wounds, looking at the tears on their face, “You’ll be okay… I’m here to help you… don’t worry ‘bout none of it mate.”
“They-…” she whispers. “They were screaming-…” she stares blankly at the ground in front of her.
“And now they are dead, or at least I can guess that they are. No point mourning them, why are you in this alley anyway?”
“T-two thieves- they couldn’t have been older than-… fifteen… I was walking p-p-past here… and one of them had a knife… they told me to give them all of my money…” she shakes her head, chuckling nervously, as if to deflect the sadness. “I… didn’t have any money, but they-… they d-d-didn’t believe me… ha-ha- and so one of them tried to-… hurt me.” She looks up to Elijah.
”then I watched them die.”
“Fifteen? If they tried to rob you and kept threatening you after you explained you didn’t have any they deserved what they got.” He says coldly looking back into their eyes, before his warmth and smile returns “That’s just how things are sometimes, you shouldn’t mourn people who would have killed you without a second thought. Come on, you need to get cleaned up and warm up.” He stands, holding out a hand to them.
Slowly, she gets up, not taking Elijah’s hand.
*Cut for Arch.*
He completely understands, leading them back to his shop to get cleaned up, whistling happily as if he didn’t witness something awful, “Just remember Calypso, they wouldn’t have mourned you.”
Under her breath, she whispers, “they felt more pain than I would’ve…”
“That… that I mourn for them. I’ve done some terrible things, I’ve brought pain that no one should feel, I’ve crushed people’s will to live.” He opens the door to the shop, “If you were killed by those kids, I would have done the same as whatever killed them.” He walks inside.
“No-… no, you wouldn’t have.” She follows him, voice shaking.
He takes off his jacket, putting it away “I won’t argue with you.” He says, “Want anything to eat while I scrounge you some new clothes and things to clean up with?”
“Not… hungry.” She replies, nearly collapsing on the nearest piece of furniture.
(in case he did ask, I did have a reply for how she would’ve described their deaths.)
*I imagine it would eldritch and awful considering there was nothing left except for their blood.*
He gets her a blanket, putting it down next to them and going off to get the other things. A puddle of metal and a shadow without something it’s connected to rest near them.