"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.
He laughs, genuinely entertained. Is he smiling?
"This here might be our Last day, but even if so Business is booming As of late, and all my stock must go!"
The skellies begin to clap along. "C'mon! Let's get shakin'!" He spins his staff, stamps it into the ground, and stands on it in a way that holds it at an angle, balancing on the tip, while he is around the middle of it. He detaches the mic and begins crooning directly into it to the skeletons' applause.
"My dear, my dear, no you don’t have to cry! That ain’t a pretty legacy to leave behind! Stop and smell the roses while you’ve got the time, Pretty soon you’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine, Yes, soon we’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine!"
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.”
She respects his boundaries, walking with him
(would be that silyxer ate him..) "Well, this shall be fun." she laughs. "When do we leave?"
"He's always been such a sweetheart.. Him and Sam didn't get along too well, but it didn't matter. I love him, and I'm glad he loves somebody besides family"
Once he reaches what remains of them, he gets on one knee, beginning to say their last rites as their body begins to turn into nothing but ash.
(Yeah, luckily, he didn’t get eaten. Yet) “Likely within the week, and it won’t take too long if we make sure not to get caught by someone else.”
“I’ve heard a little about your family, and it certainly is an interesting one as someone who exists outside of it, though I may become your sister one day.” She says with a chuckle.
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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.”
"Ah, singing isn't my big show! It's just a little something I do. My real show is magic! You know, parlor tricks. I also do waxwork, but that's not so much a performance art." He reaches into his case and tosses a human skull at her. "Catch!"
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.”
"Ah, singing isn't my big show! It's just a little something I do. My real show is magic! You know, parlor tricks. I also do waxwork, but that's not so much a performance art." He reaches into his case and tosses a human skull at her. "Catch!"
She catches the human skull without even flinching, looking at it and smiling with all of her false fangs and other sharp teeth “Is this some o’ yer wax work? Can ya show me a little bit of yer main show? I love a lil bit o’ magic, after all, I’m a Druid an’ a witch too.”
"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!"
"Oh, I love lamb." she takes them out and hands one to Raven. "Where'd you find these?"
"I have connections" she tears into it and it's gone in like 30 seconds
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The skellies begin to clap along. "C'mon! Let's get shakin'!" He spins his staff, stamps it into the ground, and stands on it in a way that holds it at an angle, balancing on the tip, while he is around the middle of it. He detaches the mic and begins crooning directly into it to the skeletons' applause.
"My dear, my dear, no you don’t have to cry! That ain’t a pretty legacy to leave behind! Stop and smell the roses while you’ve got the time, Pretty soon you’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine, Yes, soon we’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine!"
"Hypothetically, in this mystical place Where the sun doesn't shine, how will flowers meet its face? Your words don't make much sense, my friend And God I [GP] hope, that soon this song will end.."
The skeletons suddenly disappear, leaving them in the dark as the music stops.
The magician puts a hand on his mask and begins to slowly pull it off, flesh stretching and ripping as blood oozes and drizzles to the bench. "What's wrong? Not here for the show, I take it."
He drops the mask, leaving a bloody skull with tattered flesh and empty sockets, the muscles that once held his eyes still in place. "Can't you take a little fun now and then? Can't you indulge me my one talent?"
"Ah, singing isn't my big show! It's just a little something I do. My real show is magic! You know, parlor tricks. I also do waxwork, but that's not so much a performance art." He reaches into his case and tosses a human skull at her. "Catch!"
She catches the human skull without even flinching, looking at it and smiling with all of her false fangs and other sharp teeth “Is this some o’ yer wax work? Can ya show me a little bit of yer main show? I love a lil bit o’ magic, after all, I’m a Druid an’ a witch too.”
It looks completely real, but it feels like wax.
"I think you're thinking of real magic. What I do is showmanship, just about as real as that skull. If I throw a fireball, I'm not expecting it to kill someone, just spook them a bit. A loud noise, a big scare! Of course, I could actually hurt people, but that's not what magic is for! It's the essence of the gods, after all, and shouldn't that be used to create?" He pats his shadow on the head. "I guess what I mean is my magic isn't the type most people practice. I'm here for fun and profit, and there is nothing more fun and profitable than fear!"
The skeletons suddenly disappear, leaving them in the dark as the music stops.
The magician puts a hand on his mask and begins to slowly pull it off, flesh stretching and ripping as blood oozes and drizzles to the bench. "What's wrong? Not here for the show, I take it."
He drops the mask, leaving a bloody skull with tattered flesh and empty sockets, the muscles that once held his eyes still in place. "Can't you take a little fun now and then? Can't you indulge me my one talent?"
"Sorry, truly. We were having fun for sure, but.." he hops off of the bench, walking in a tight circle "A pressing matter weighs on my mind, one I wouldn't expect you to know how to solve. Isaac Woodtwist, well known as you can imagine. You are?.."
He sighs and snaps his fingers, bringing reality (and, thankfully, his face) back. "Theodore Pyresong. My parents started riots across Honkachu a couple times. Not reputable enough to be cute, not big enough to be scary. But that was at least a little startling, right?"
He pushes himself back to his feet with his other arms, taking some sharp, deep breaths, groaning with pain, “I… need to train… this was too close…”
“The king probably would understand, though he wouldn’t want us to kill him. His mother would kill me.”
“Would that be so surprising? I do find myself wanting to make my relationship with Xavier one held by matrimony.”
"No. You will lie down." she says sternly, taking him to his house
"Why did he kill dad, anyway?"
"I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but I have to. Xavier's not full-blooded. To have him reproduce would be a disgrace."
He tried to resist, but he lacks the strength, looking up at all three of them, smiling softly, “Fine.”
“Because your father is a charming idiot who didn’t have the courage to tell someone no. He saved the princess of a Triton kingdom, and ran when they wanted him to marry her.”
One of her eyes twitches, not much, barely noticeable with her immense amount of restraint, but she nods, keeping composure “How unfortunate for the family name then.”
"Ah, singing isn't my big show! It's just a little something I do. My real show is magic! You know, parlor tricks. I also do waxwork, but that's not so much a performance art." He reaches into his case and tosses a human skull at her. "Catch!"
She catches the human skull without even flinching, looking at it and smiling with all of her false fangs and other sharp teeth “Is this some o’ yer wax work? Can ya show me a little bit of yer main show? I love a lil bit o’ magic, after all, I’m a Druid an’ a witch too.”
It looks completely real, but it feels like wax.
"I think you're thinking of real magic. What I do is showmanship, just about as real as that skull. If I throw a fireball, I'm not expecting it to kill someone, just spook them a bit. A loud noise, a big scare! Of course, I could actually hurt people, but that's not what magic is for! It's the essence of the gods, after all, and shouldn't that be used to create?" He pats his shadow on the head. "I guess what I mean is my magic isn't the type most people practice. I'm here for fun and profit, and there is nothing more fun and profitable than fear!"
“Oh, yer a showman more than anythin’ else huh? I know a lil showman’s magic, after all, I had ta do some ta get crowds all excited when I was in the ring back in my fightin’ days, but now I’m a mother o’… eight kids, an’ they don’t need a mother that’s riskin’ her life in fights she don’t need to be takin’ part in.”
"I think you're thinking of real magic. What I do is showmanship, just about as real as that skull. If I throw a fireball, I'm not expecting it to kill someone, just spook them a bit. A loud noise, a big scare! Of course, I could actually hurt people, but that's not what magic is for! It's the essence of the gods, after all, and shouldn't that be used to create?" He pats his shadow on the head. "I guess what I mean is my magic isn't the type most people practice. I'm here for fun and profit, and there is nothing more fun and profitable than fear!"
“Oh, yer a showman more than anythin’ else huh? I know a lil showman’s magic, after all, I had ta do some ta get crowds all excited when I was in the ring back in my fightin’ days, but now I’m a mother o’… eight kids, an’ they don’t need a mother that’s riskin’ her life in fights she don’t need to be takin’ part in.”
"Those are some good morals. My mother didn't have those. Or my father, for that matter, but that's a story for another day. I've never been in a real fight before. I've always been smaller than my competitors. Besides, they didn't want to get into trouble with my parents, who decided who among the laborers got food and breaks for prayer. They weren't above leaving lesser strugels to starve without the light of Volstadt to save them." He looks at his hot chocolate. "You want this? I lost my appetite."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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The skellies begin to clap along. "C'mon! Let's get shakin'!" He spins his staff, stamps it into the ground, and stands on it in a way that holds it at an angle, balancing on the tip, while he is around the middle of it. He detaches the mic and begins crooning directly into it to the skeletons' applause.
"My dear, my dear, no you don’t have to cry!
That ain’t a pretty legacy to leave behind!
Stop and smell the roses while you’ve got the time,
Pretty soon you’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine,
Yes, soon we’ll be pushing up daisies where the sun don’t shine!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Once he reaches what remains of them, he gets on one knee, beginning to say their last rites as their body begins to turn into nothing but ash.
(Yeah, luckily, he didn’t get eaten. Yet) “Likely within the week, and it won’t take too long if we make sure not to get caught by someone else.”
“I’ve heard a little about your family, and it certainly is an interesting one as someone who exists outside of it, though I may become your sister one day.” She says with a chuckle.
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)
"Ah, singing isn't my big show! It's just a little something I do. My real show is magic! You know, parlor tricks. I also do waxwork, but that's not so much a performance art." He reaches into his case and tosses a human skull at her. "Catch!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She catches the human skull without even flinching, looking at it and smiling with all of her false fangs and other sharp teeth “Is this some o’ yer wax work? Can ya show me a little bit of yer main show? I love a lil bit o’ magic, after all, I’m a Druid an’ a witch too.”
*Cut for Salem.*
He pushes himself back to his feet with his other arms, taking some sharp, deep breaths, groaning with pain, “I… need to train… this was too close…”
“The king probably would understand, though he wouldn’t want us to kill him. His mother would kill me.”
“Would that be so surprising? I do find myself wanting to make my relationship with Xavier one held by matrimony.”
"I have connections" she tears into it and it's gone in like 30 seconds
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 skeletons suddenly disappear, leaving them in the dark as the music stops.
The magician puts a hand on his mask and begins to slowly pull it off, flesh stretching and ripping as blood oozes and drizzles to the bench. "What's wrong? Not here for the show, I take it."
He drops the mask, leaving a bloody skull with tattered flesh and empty sockets, the muscles that once held his eyes still in place. "Can't you take a little fun now and then? Can't you indulge me my one talent?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It looks completely real, but it feels like wax.
"I think you're thinking of real magic. What I do is showmanship, just about as real as that skull. If I throw a fireball, I'm not expecting it to kill someone, just spook them a bit. A loud noise, a big scare! Of course, I could actually hurt people, but that's not what magic is for! It's the essence of the gods, after all, and shouldn't that be used to create?" He pats his shadow on the head. "I guess what I mean is my magic isn't the type most people practice. I'm here for fun and profit, and there is nothing more fun and profitable than fear!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs and snaps his fingers, bringing reality (and, thankfully, his face) back. "Theodore Pyresong. My parents started riots across Honkachu a couple times. Not reputable enough to be cute, not big enough to be scary. But that was at least a little startling, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tried to resist, but he lacks the strength, looking up at all three of them, smiling softly, “Fine.”
“Because your father is a charming idiot who didn’t have the courage to tell someone no. He saved the princess of a Triton kingdom, and ran when they wanted him to marry her.”
One of her eyes twitches, not much, barely noticeable with her immense amount of restraint, but she nods, keeping composure “How unfortunate for the family name then.”
“Oh, yer a showman more than anythin’ else huh? I know a lil showman’s magic, after all, I had ta do some ta get crowds all excited when I was in the ring back in my fightin’ days, but now I’m a mother o’… eight kids, an’ they don’t need a mother that’s riskin’ her life in fights she don’t need to be takin’ part in.”
"Those are some good morals. My mother didn't have those. Or my father, for that matter, but that's a story for another day. I've never been in a real fight before. I've always been smaller than my competitors. Besides, they didn't want to get into trouble with my parents, who decided who among the laborers got food and breaks for prayer. They weren't above leaving lesser strugels to starve without the light of Volstadt to save them." He looks at his hot chocolate. "You want this? I lost my appetite."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels