“If you can’t remember me that well you should take a bit of said medication. Yes I am.”
He doesn’t know how to react to all of this, so he just continues to drink his tea, “You’re very hot.”
He takes their hand, ready to be led to the stand.
"Oh, right.. its about that time I guess.." he takes one of the memory pills. "Thanks.."
"Oh, sorry. I thought fire and fire would mix well. You don't have to sit on me if you don't want to."
He takes them to the counter, ordering a soda and a pretzel with cheese. "What do you want?"
“A doctor’s job is to make sure someone is okay, it’s the least I could do for letting me experiment on the medicine.”
“No no no, I’m a fire fighter, I’m used to being in hot places. I meant, you are very pretty, all three of you.”
“I don’t know, what’s a hotdog?” He asks, ordering just a water for himself to start, enjoying the game of bowling.
"wait, did you change the recipe?"
"Oh, I see." she chuckles. "Thank you, dear."
"That." he points to somebody holding one.
“Only a little, made a few things more potent, your memory should last a little longer now.”
He nods, putting down the now empty cup he had, once again sober.
He looks over to it, and looks confused for a moment, “Why- why’s it called a hotdog then?”
"Oh, okay." he takes another Jenga piece
She runs a claw under his chin, humming
"I.. never thought about that. Uhm, huh.. Want anything besides water?"
She continues to play, “I wouldn’t poison you or something, do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”
He moves with her touch, humming along with them, closing his eyes.
He shakes his head “I think I’ll be okay, but thank you for the offer, love you.”
"No, I don't know anybody in this town besides you"
"You're hot, too."
He pays and gets back to the game, happy to be with them
“You could be a long distance relationship. You should get to know more people, after all, you don’t really have anywhere else to stay, but I don’t want to force you into dating me or something.”
“Comes with the genetic fire powers.” He says, smiling a them just a little crack before realizing what they mean, “…You think so huh? Still getting used to this whole relationship thing.”
They follow after, finishing their water and going back to playing, “Where are you from, if I can ask.”
*”I have been gifted, unlike so many poor, unfortunate mortals who have never been given such a chance: when I speak, the world listens. Reality stirs upon hearing my voice, and I have the potential to amplify the unsung, unheard tales of those who have never lived within the spotlight of the world. Wouldn’t that be perfect, a world in which everyone had a proper chance for greatness?”*
*”but… my lady, she who speaks… you have ended the lives of the entire royal family… is that not snuffing out their chances of being heard?”*
*”the odds… were in their favor before. It wasn’t fair… trust me, they had to go.”*
*”and so… my lady, you take their place as the Empress?”*
*”…only so I can unite the world… and make it better. You have to understand what I am doing!”*
*”my lady… a thousand have died by the hand of an army who you’ve forced to work for you… this… this isn’t moral.”*
*”i… gave you a chance. But I cannot have those who I must work with be against my cause… surely, you will understand in time. I do not spill blood without cause, but… forgive me. Die.”*
*and she who speaks spoke once more, and the world listened.*
*just a little thing I decided to write on the spot for a new character/ villain I’m hoping to use… eventually, somewhere. Not sure if it’s very good, but I think it’s kind of ominous.*
*”I have been gifted, unlike so many poor, unfortunate mortals who have never been given such a chance: when I speak, the world listens. Reality stirs upon hearing my voice, and I have the potential to amplify the unsung, unheard tales of those who have never lived within the spotlight of the world. Wouldn’t that be perfect, a world in which everyone had a proper chance for greatness?”*
*”but… my lady, she who speaks… you have ended the lives of the entire royal family… is that not snuffing out their chances of being heard?”*
*”the odds… were in their favor before. It wasn’t fair… trust me, they had to go.”*
*”and so… my lady, you take their place as the Empress?”*
*”…only so I can unite the world… and make it better. You have to understand what I am doing!”*
*”my lady… a thousand have died by the hand of an army who you’ve forced to work for you… this… this isn’t moral.”*
*”i… gave you a chance. But I cannot have those who I must work with be against my cause… surely, you will understand in time. I do not spill blood without cause, but… forgive me. Die.”*
*and she who speaks spoke once more, and the world listened.*
*just a little thing I decided to write on the spot for a new character/ villain I’m hoping to use… eventually, somewhere. Not sure if it’s very good, but I think it’s kind of ominous.*
*Interesting, interesting. I'm about to intro a character myself. He's... well, I'll just bring him in and you'll see.*
You keep praying, thinking it will give you a moral high ground for what you do. Oh, I'm not decrying anyone's religion, I'm just saying that if you want to play God, it's better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission. I mean, were you gonna listen to Him anyway? Heh. Your people pull out your spreadsheets and your chemical formulas and your little angels of conventional science, hoping it will appease Him, but none of it will serve you here. I'm going to the tavern. And get a safer job. If I can just walk out of here like this, you have no chance against what I have in store. Hell, have some gems to tide you over while you look.
A big, almost blubbery creature walks out of the prison and toward the tavern. He's covered in soft, white fur, although it looks slightly grey over his rubbery, pitch-black skin. He wears a fancy coat, pants, and fingerless gloves, but not much else. He has a strong, earthy, sweet scent, and there are bits of golden metal sticking out from small gaps in his fur, looking like a deliberately mechanical, skeleton-like patterning. He carries a large barrel on his back, held on with a series of belts, and there are dark lenses over his glowing gold eyes, set directly into his head instead of being held on by straps.
He hums to himself before sitting down on a bench outside, taking off the barrel and opening it up. He reaches inside and pulls out some bottles of fine wine and then some equally fine cheeses.
*strumgling to think of any characters I have.. got it*
WIllow, a young sixteen year-old girl with a shaggy mop and boy-ish clothes and hazel eyes follows the wolf with her eyes, taking a break from tending to a massive plot of roses.
*sokay you’re tryin*
the wolf is sniffing the ground outside windows and doors, stopping for a moment to dig a hole in the grass
Willow approaches the wolf, cautiously offering it her hand to smell
the wolf sniffs and turns away, trying not to fall for it, but it gives in and puts its head in their hand.
*If I bread and fry you, would I have a nice, gooey, cheese-filled Jobah?*
*only i'm allowed to eat jobah*
*You hold your head quite high. It seems you aren't familiar with how to conduct yourself in front of ancient malevolence. Know that in the grand tapestry of chaos you are but a thread of insecurity suffering in vain, just to be blown away in my storm.*
*If I bread and fry you, would I have a nice, gooey, cheese-filled Jobah?*
*only i'm allowed to eat jobah*
*You hold your head quite high. It seems you aren't familiar with how to conduct yourself in front of ancient malevolence. Know that in the grand tapestry of chaos you are but a thread of insecurity suffering in vain, just to be blown away in my storm.*
*But I respect your boundaries.*
*very polite of you, sir*
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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 be a long distance relationship. You should get to know more people, after all, you don’t really have anywhere else to stay, but I don’t want to force you into dating me or something.”
“Comes with the genetic fire powers.” He says, smiling a them just a little crack before realizing what they mean, “…You think so huh? Still getting used to this whole relationship thing.”
They follow after, finishing their water and going back to playing, “Where are you from, if I can ask.”
*Pizza is cool.*
*I wish I had some.*
*Anyway, I'm almost ready to intro my fluffmachine.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good afternoon, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
KK is in the woods outside the warehouse, drawing whatever small things catch her eyes.
Mavis is at the graveyard, digging yet another grave.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*”I have been gifted, unlike so many poor, unfortunate mortals who have never been given such a chance: when I speak, the world listens. Reality stirs upon hearing my voice, and I have the potential to amplify the unsung, unheard tales of those who have never lived within the spotlight of the world. Wouldn’t that be perfect, a world in which everyone had a proper chance for greatness?”*
*”but… my lady, she who speaks… you have ended the lives of the entire royal family… is that not snuffing out their chances of being heard?”*
*”the odds… were in their favor before. It wasn’t fair… trust me, they had to go.”*
*”and so… my lady, you take their place as the Empress?”*
*”…only so I can unite the world… and make it better. You have to understand what I am doing!”*
*”my lady… a thousand have died by the hand of an army who you’ve forced to work for you… this… this isn’t moral.”*
*”i… gave you a chance. But I cannot have those who I must work with be against my cause… surely, you will understand in time. I do not spill blood without cause, but… forgive me. Die.”*
*and she who speaks spoke once more, and the world listened.*
*just a little thing I decided to write on the spot for a new character/ villain I’m hoping to use… eventually, somewhere. Not sure if it’s very good, but I think it’s kind of ominous.*
*I am making chinese food for dinner*
*Do not compare me to scum*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i’m low on iron but full of cheese*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Interesting, interesting. I'm about to intro a character myself. He's... well, I'll just bring him in and you'll see.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
You keep praying, thinking it will give you a moral high ground for what you do. Oh, I'm not decrying anyone's religion, I'm just saying that if you want to play God, it's better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission. I mean, were you gonna listen to Him anyway? Heh. Your people pull out your spreadsheets and your chemical formulas and your little angels of conventional science, hoping it will appease Him, but none of it will serve you here. I'm going to the tavern. And get a safer job. If I can just walk out of here like this, you have no chance against what I have in store. Hell, have some gems to tide you over while you look.
A big, almost blubbery creature walks out of the prison and toward the tavern. He's covered in soft, white fur, although it looks slightly grey over his rubbery, pitch-black skin. He wears a fancy coat, pants, and fingerless gloves, but not much else. He has a strong, earthy, sweet scent, and there are bits of golden metal sticking out from small gaps in his fur, looking like a deliberately mechanical, skeleton-like patterning. He carries a large barrel on his back, held on with a series of belts, and there are dark lenses over his glowing gold eyes, set directly into his head instead of being held on by straps.
He hums to himself before sitting down on a bench outside, taking off the barrel and opening it up. He reaches inside and pulls out some bottles of fine wine and then some equally fine cheeses.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If I bread and fry you, would I have a nice, gooey, cheese-filled Jobah?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Very. Just make sure to serve me with pickle spears and barbecue sauce. And make sure the other inngoers can get a bite.*
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’ll take… furry*
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 wolf sniffs and turns away, trying not to fall for it, but it gives in and puts its head in their hand.
Frydoodle's second account
*You hold your head quite high. It seems you aren't familiar with how to conduct yourself in front of ancient malevolence.
Know that in the grand tapestry of chaos you are but a thread of insecurity suffering in vain, just to be blown away in my storm.*
*But I respect your boundaries.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*very polite of you, sir*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey, if anyone cares I’m alive again, likely no one does, but felt like telling yall. Have a told yall about the time I cracked my head open?*