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.
*indeed! I even considered having Calypso say something akin to, ‘I don’t know what happened to the rest of them.”*
she wraps the blanket around herself, muttering thanks.
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.
*indeed! I even considered having Calypso say something akin to, ‘I don’t know what happened to the rest of them.”*
she wraps the blanket around herself, muttering thanks.
*How wonderfully gruesome.*
He gets her some clothes, folding them next to her as well as a sponge and cup of tea “Helps to calm the nerves, I don’t know if you’ll like it though.” He sits down nearby, not all that worried,
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.
*indeed! I even considered having Calypso say something akin to, ‘I don’t know what happened to the rest of them.”*
she wraps the blanket around herself, muttering thanks.
*How wonderfully gruesome.*
He gets her some clothes, folding them next to her as well as a sponge and cup of tea “Helps to calm the nerves, I don’t know if you’ll like it though.” He sits down nearby, not all that worried,
She takes the tea, sipping it. She then looks to Elijah. “I’m… I’m sorry. Thank you for doing… all this… for me.”
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.
*indeed! I even considered having Calypso say something akin to, ‘I don’t know what happened to the rest of them.”*
she wraps the blanket around herself, muttering thanks.
*How wonderfully gruesome.*
He gets her some clothes, folding them next to her as well as a sponge and cup of tea “Helps to calm the nerves, I don’t know if you’ll like it though.” He sits down nearby, not all that worried,
She takes the tea, sipping it. She then looks to Elijah. “I’m… I’m sorry. Thank you for doing… all this… for me.”
He leans back, cracking his neck and stretching “Don’t be sorry, you’re human, or at least close enough to human. You would do the same for me if you could.”
*I want to make a typical suburban family that’s normal and bland in every single way except their only child is literally the Antichrist.*
*Oh they will get along great with Tim, who doesn’t know he is one of the most powerful beings in existence, and that was before he ate a bit of a sun.*
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.
*indeed! I even considered having Calypso say something akin to, ‘I don’t know what happened to the rest of them.”*
she wraps the blanket around herself, muttering thanks.
*How wonderfully gruesome.*
He gets her some clothes, folding them next to her as well as a sponge and cup of tea “Helps to calm the nerves, I don’t know if you’ll like it though.” He sits down nearby, not all that worried,
She takes the tea, sipping it. She then looks to Elijah. “I’m… I’m sorry. Thank you for doing… all this… for me.”
He leans back, cracking his neck and stretching “Don’t be sorry, you’re human, or at least close enough to human. You would do the same for me if you could.”
She smiles slightly. “You remind me of someone I knew- Paris. But-… Nevermind that. I… should probably talk about this… what happened… so it doesn’t… happen again.”
*I want to make a typical suburban family that’s normal and bland in every single way except their only child is literally the Antichrist.*
*Oh they will get along great with Tim, who doesn’t know he is one of the most powerful beings in existence, and that was before he ate a bit of a sun.*
*I’m here, I have missed you friend, husband.*
*indeed! I even considered having Calypso say something akin to, ‘I don’t know what happened to the rest of them.”*
she wraps the blanket around herself, muttering thanks.
*How wonderfully gruesome.*
He gets her some clothes, folding them next to her as well as a sponge and cup of tea “Helps to calm the nerves, I don’t know if you’ll like it though.” He sits down nearby, not all that worried,
*Before, you baked bro? Or are you drunk? I’m worried.*
She takes the tea, sipping it. She then looks to Elijah. “I’m… I’m sorry. Thank you for doing… all this… for me.”
He leans back, cracking his neck and stretching “Don’t be sorry, you’re human, or at least close enough to human. You would do the same for me if you could.”
*Please take care of yourself. I’m very worried.*
*I want to make a typical suburban family that’s normal and bland in every single way except their only child is literally the Antichrist.*
*Is back for half hour*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*If you want to continue. I’ll try not to worry, love you Salem.*
*Oh they will get along great with Tim, who doesn’t know he is one of the most powerful beings in existence, and that was before he ate a bit of a sun.*
She smiles slightly. “You remind me of someone I knew- Paris. But-… Nevermind that. I… should probably talk about this… what happened… so it doesn’t… happen again.”
*does anyone want to rp?*
*oh, Tim would get along great with Lonely!*
*Back from getting cheesed, eating RAM, and being a roomba, and a toaster*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.