A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Merabelle walks past, giving them a friendly wave before stopping upon seeing the magic involving their shadow. Her eyes go blank for just a moment before she decides to walk over and sit down next to the bench, keeping her friendly smile “Well, howdy there, I ain’t seen you around here befer.”
"Well, I haven't been around here before." He says cheerily, his voice deep and charismatic. "If I did, I probably wouldn't be allowed back!" He laughs and jumps to his feet. "Ted the Terrible at your service! I'm a magician, if you couldn't tell! I like long graveyard shifts and lots of screaming, although I don't have the 'growl' needed to incorporate it into my songs for a long period of time. You know, metal songs don't usually have actual yelling in it, they just add that rasp and rumble and up the volume in post. Otherwise, well, they'd blow their voices out mid-track, right?"
at eight o' clock, Willow is waiting in the park on a bench with a rose in her hair.
*yeeeee* A wolf with a brown paper bag clutched in its jaws bounds out from the tall grass, dropping the bag and shifting into raven.
"Wonderful to see you again, Raven." she hands them the rose. "This is called an Octan's, I believe.."
*OCTAN"S ROSES SPOTTED* "Hm. Just looks pink to me." she hands the bag to willow. "I brought food."
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A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Merabelle walks past, giving them a friendly wave before stopping upon seeing the magic involving their shadow. Her eyes go blank for just a moment before she decides to walk over and sit down next to the bench, keeping her friendly smile “Well, howdy there, I ain’t seen you around here befer.”
"Well, I haven't been around here before." He says cheerily, his voice deep and charismatic. "If I did, I probably wouldn't be allowed back!" He laughs and jumps to his feet. "Ted the Terrible at your service! I'm a magician, if you couldn't tell! I like long graveyard shifts and lots of screaming, although I don't have the 'growl' needed to incorporate it into my songs for a long period of time. You know, metal songs don't usually have actual yelling in it, they just add that rasp and rumble and up the volume in post. Otherwise, well, they'd blow their voices out mid-track, right?"
“I ain’t someone who knew too much about metal, more a country person myself if ya couldn’t tell from the sound of’ my voice ‘er the clothes I’m wearin’. Nice ta meet ya, sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, lovely ta meet ya Ted.” She says, holding out one of her hands to them, extended claws poking out.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The masked strugel nods in approval before repeating Issac's moves perfectly, a bit of music playing from his staff. Suddenly, a spotlight originating from nowhere shines down on the two of them. "Let's start with something easy, right?" His voice is very deep for his species.
Then he starts singing.
"Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy, Why so sad, so downright unhappy? That’s not my cup of tea..."
Isaac buys in, a bit upbeat now. His eyes don't leave the magicians face, the tap of his boots in time with the percussion
"Hey man, you there, I'm sorry. Why do ya got to bug me? I'm just tryin' to sit here and think"
He laughs, his entire body shaking. "Because..."
"You know that this could be Your last day here on earth so buddy, please, Won’t ya smile just for me?"
He taps his cane against the bench, sparks resembling laughing souls coming off. He spins, wrapping his shadow around Issac for just a split second, and suddenly they're surrounded by skeletons, glowing as if under blacklight, all listening intently, some of them even cheering.
Most of the injuries are decently deep, and Benny is too exhausted to stop them, the fist he used for the final blow having all the knuckle skin burned off.
“Oh, that’s genius. Thank you Domino, you’re my favorite niece.” He says, cackling.
“Of course I did, it is wonderful to meet you formally either way. I am Ambrosia, as well as the Duchess.” One of her eyes changes colors.
"To the stream we go, love.." he levitates gently, and to the stream. Once there, she runs some of the water over his wounds, instilling her own flavor of magic into it.
"Thanks, unc" she laughs with him, cracking her neck
"What is it with my family falling in love with multiple people in the same body?" she asks, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "nice to meet you, Ambrosia, Duchess."
He flinches from the water, washing off the ash and cleaning up the burns. He opens his eyes and looks up at them, most of the glow from them gone, speaking tiredly, “…I won right…?”
He eventually does stop laughing, “So we will be dealing with a Triton, a prince specifically. Oh and I heard you’re getting married, how lovely.”
“I would have to say it’s the novelty. It’s not something every family has done after all.” She says, sitting next to the counter as to watch them cook, “Xavier did only want to date one of us in the beginning.”
at eight o' clock, Willow is waiting in the park on a bench with a rose in her hair.
*yeeeee* A wolf with a brown paper bag clutched in its jaws bounds out from the tall grass, dropping the bag and shifting into raven.
"Wonderful to see you again, Raven." she hands them the rose. "This is called an Octan's, I believe.."
*OCTAN"S ROSES SPOTTED* "Hm. Just looks pink to me." she hands the bag to willow. "I brought food."
*Just cant get rid of em*
"You must be colorblind." she takes the bag and opens it. "That was kind of you, dear." she smiles at them "No, we're not going to hurt her, we promised!" she hisses to.. something.
"Yeah i'm actually--" she blinks, noticing the weird hiss. "The hell was that?"
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"Well, I haven't been around here before." He says cheerily, his voice deep and charismatic. "If I did, I probably wouldn't be allowed back!" He laughs and jumps to his feet. "Ted the Terrible at your service! I'm a magician, if you couldn't tell! I like long graveyard shifts and lots of screaming, although I don't have the 'growl' needed to incorporate it into my songs for a long period of time. You know, metal songs don't usually have actual yelling in it, they just add that rasp and rumble and up the volume in post. Otherwise, well, they'd blow their voices out mid-track, right?"
“I ain’t someone who knew too much about metal, more a country person myself if ya couldn’t tell from the sound of’ my voice ‘er the clothes I’m wearin’. Nice ta meet ya, sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, lovely ta meet ya Ted.” She says, holding out one of her hands to them, extended claws poking out.
He shakes it without an ounce of worry. "I've done country before! Started out as a folk singer, singin' work songs for the farmers and miners. Sometimes I led the choir, too, but that was a long time ago. I hardly remember any of the psalms anymore."
"Well, I haven't been around here before." He says cheerily, his voice deep and charismatic. "If I did, I probably wouldn't be allowed back!" He laughs and jumps to his feet. "Ted the Terrible at your service! I'm a magician, if you couldn't tell! I like long graveyard shifts and lots of screaming, although I don't have the 'growl' needed to incorporate it into my songs for a long period of time. You know, metal songs don't usually have actual yelling in it, they just add that rasp and rumble and up the volume in post. Otherwise, well, they'd blow their voices out mid-track, right?"
“I ain’t someone who knew too much about metal, more a country person myself if ya couldn’t tell from the sound of’ my voice ‘er the clothes I’m wearin’. Nice ta meet ya, sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, lovely ta meet ya Ted.” She says, holding out one of her hands to them, extended claws poking out.
He shakes it without an ounce of worry. "I've done country before! Started out as a folk singer, singin' work songs for the farmers and miners. Sometimes I led the choir, too, but that was a long time ago. I hardly remember any of the psalms anymore."
“I would love ta hear ya singin’ somethin’ some time, I ain’t too much of a professional singer myself, though I can read a sheet o’ music. I got a buddy who runs a radio show, though he ain’t around here too much no more, maybe I could write him a letter on ya.”
at eight o' clock, Willow is waiting in the park on a bench with a rose in her hair.
*yeeeee* A wolf with a brown paper bag clutched in its jaws bounds out from the tall grass, dropping the bag and shifting into raven.
"Wonderful to see you again, Raven." she hands them the rose. "This is called an Octan's, I believe.."
*OCTAN"S ROSES SPOTTED* "Hm. Just looks pink to me." she hands the bag to willow. "I brought food."
*Just cant get rid of em*
"You must be colorblind." she takes the bag and opens it. "That was kind of you, dear." she smiles at them "No, we're not going to hurt her, we promised!" she hisses to.. something.
"Yeah i'm actually--" she blinks, noticing the weird hiss. "The hell was that?"
"We aren't exactly normal either. You've heard of MPD?.. Well, both of my personalities co-exist..."
" That's fine, just tell me who's frontin' every once in a while" she grins
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Most of the injuries are decently deep, and Benny is too exhausted to stop them, the fist he used for the final blow having all the knuckle skin burned off.
“Oh, that’s genius. Thank you Domino, you’re my favorite niece.” He says, cackling.
“Of course I did, it is wonderful to meet you formally either way. I am Ambrosia, as well as the Duchess.” One of her eyes changes colors.
"To the stream we go, love.." he levitates gently, and to the stream. Once there, she runs some of the water over his wounds, instilling her own flavor of magic into it.
"Thanks, unc" she laughs with him, cracking her neck
"What is it with my family falling in love with multiple people in the same body?" she asks, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "nice to meet you, Ambrosia, Duchess."
He flinches from the water, washing off the ash and cleaning up the burns. He opens his eyes and looks up at them, most of the glow from them gone, speaking tiredly, “…I won right…?”
He eventually does stop laughing, “So we will be dealing with a Triton, a prince specifically. Oh and I heard you’re getting married, how lovely.”
“I would have to say it’s the novelty. It’s not something every family has done after all.” She says, sitting next to the counter as to watch them cook, “Xavier did only want to date one of us in the beginning.”
"Yes, you won. We'll go back to perform their rites soon, okay?" she heals the rest of his wounds and puts his arms in casts
"That's why he was powerful enough to get rid of dad.. Okay, got it."
"But then?" she asks, predicting things in her own mind.
He nods, pushing himself to his feet once they are done, beginning to slowly walk back to the battlefield, trying to seemingly avoid getting anymore help.
“Yeah, and that’s why I didn’t kill him when I found him, I’m not as strong as my brother, but together he’s done for.”
“He fell in love with both sides of me, though it took some effort for him to understand that within himself. He actually wanted to come visit you, that’s why I’m here.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"We aren't exactly normal either. You've heard of MPD?.. Well, both of my personalities co-exist..."
" That's fine, just tell me who's frontin' every once in a while" she grins
"I'll be.. sure to do that." she smiles, looking into the bag
"I got gyros!"
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"Well, I haven't been around here before." He says cheerily, his voice deep and charismatic. "If I did, I probably wouldn't be allowed back!" He laughs and jumps to his feet. "Ted the Terrible at your service! I'm a magician, if you couldn't tell! I like long graveyard shifts and lots of screaming, although I don't have the 'growl' needed to incorporate it into my songs for a long period of time. You know, metal songs don't usually have actual yelling in it, they just add that rasp and rumble and up the volume in post. Otherwise, well, they'd blow their voices out mid-track, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*OCTAN"S ROSES SPOTTED*
"Hm. Just looks pink to me." she hands the bag to willow. "I brought food."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I ain’t someone who knew too much about metal, more a country person myself if ya couldn’t tell from the sound of’ my voice ‘er the clothes I’m wearin’. Nice ta meet ya, sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, lovely ta meet ya Ted.” She says, holding out one of her hands to them, extended claws poking out.
Springtime=moomintime
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He laughs, his entire body shaking. "Because..."
"You know that this could be
Your last day here on earth so buddy, please,
Won’t ya smile just for me?"
He taps his cane against the bench, sparks resembling laughing souls coming off. He spins, wrapping his shadow around Issac for just a split second, and suddenly they're surrounded by skeletons, glowing as if under blacklight, all listening intently, some of them even cheering.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah i'm actually--" she blinks, noticing the weird hiss. "The hell was that?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He shakes it without an ounce of worry. "I've done country before! Started out as a folk singer, singin' work songs for the farmers and miners. Sometimes I led the choir, too, but that was a long time ago. I hardly remember any of the psalms anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I would love ta hear ya singin’ somethin’ some time, I ain’t too much of a professional singer myself, though I can read a sheet o’ music. I got a buddy who runs a radio show, though he ain’t around here too much no more, maybe I could write him a letter on ya.”
" That's fine, just tell me who's frontin' every once in a while" she grins
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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He nods, pushing himself to his feet once they are done, beginning to slowly walk back to the battlefield, trying to seemingly avoid getting anymore help.
“Yeah, and that’s why I didn’t kill him when I found him, I’m not as strong as my brother, but together he’s done for.”
“He fell in love with both sides of me, though it took some effort for him to understand that within himself. He actually wanted to come visit you, that’s why I’m here.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I got gyros!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)