He slides over to her, eyes big and curious. He holds perfectly still for a minute, directly in front of her. "Are we related?"
"We are not, at least I do not know, we may be but not in the ways of biology I would assume." She said, her words turning into a laugh at the end.
"Aww. Oh well. We can still be friends even if we aren't cousins." He grabs a wad of still-living flesh from the ground, pulling out some diminutive, bird-like skeletons and a twisted humanoid spine with it. He quickly reshapes the vile mess into an ivory figurine of a swaddled human baby in a feeding trough. "What do you think?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
He slides over to her, eyes big and curious. He holds perfectly still for a minute, directly in front of her. "Are we related?"
"We are not, at least I do not know, we may be but not in the ways of biology I would assume." She said, her words turning into a laugh at the end.
"Aww. Oh well. We can still be friends even if we aren't cousins." He grabs a wad of still-living flesh from the ground, pulling out some diminutive, bird-like skeletons and a twisted humanoid spine with it. He quickly reshapes the vile mess into an ivory figurine of a swaddled human baby in a feeding trough. "What do you think?"
Her eyes glitter as she tilts her head to the side like a curious dog "I find it marvelous myself." She said, grinning scarily but not seeming for it to be taken that way.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
A woman, who carries a deer carcass on her shoulders, see's him. Her face is scarred and disfigured, the bone structure underneath unstable. She wears simply clothes, a turtleneck sweater, an apron, and a long skirt.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
A woman, who carries a deer carcass on her shoulders, see's him. Her face is scarred and disfigured, the bone structure underneath unstable. She wears simply clothes, a turtleneck sweater, an apron, and a long skirt.
He doesn’t notice them, or at least he doesn’t seem to, a puddle of bloody mud rests at his feet, the sound of glass shifting with every movement of his feet, as if there are shards of glass in his boots, though it would be insane if he was aware of that and continued to wear them.
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
A woman, who carries a deer carcass on her shoulders, see's him. Her face is scarred and disfigured, the bone structure underneath unstable. She wears simply clothes, a turtleneck sweater, an apron, and a long skirt.
He doesn’t notice them, or at least he doesn’t seem to, a puddle of bloody mud rests at his feet, the sound of glass shifting with every movement of his feet, as if there are shards of glass in his boots, though it would be insane if he was aware of that and continued to wear them.
She watches a moment more before trying to walk past him without interrupting him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
A woman, who carries a deer carcass on her shoulders, see's him. Her face is scarred and disfigured, the bone structure underneath unstable. She wears simply clothes, a turtleneck sweater, an apron, and a long skirt.
He doesn’t notice them, or at least he doesn’t seem to, a puddle of bloody mud rests at his feet, the sound of glass shifting with every movement of his feet, as if there are shards of glass in his boots, though it would be insane if he was aware of that and continued to wear them.
She watches a moment more before trying to walk past him without interrupting him.
Out of seemingly instinct, he stops, opening his eyes while they are right in front of them, a smile within “Oh, hello.” His voice charismatic and soft.
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
A woman, who carries a deer carcass on her shoulders, see's him. Her face is scarred and disfigured, the bone structure underneath unstable. She wears simply clothes, a turtleneck sweater, an apron, and a long skirt.
He doesn’t notice them, or at least he doesn’t seem to, a puddle of bloody mud rests at his feet, the sound of glass shifting with every movement of his feet, as if there are shards of glass in his boots, though it would be insane if he was aware of that and continued to wear them.
She watches a moment more before trying to walk past him without interrupting him.
Out of seemingly instinct, he stops, opening his eyes while they are right in front of them, a smile within “Oh, hello.” His voice charismatic and soft.
She nearly jumps out of her own skin and turns to face him, still hauling the deer over her shoulder. "O-oh, hello! Very sorry sir." She says but her words dissolve into nervous laughter.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"Aww. Oh well. We can still be friends even if we aren't cousins." He grabs a wad of still-living flesh from the ground, pulling out some diminutive, bird-like skeletons and a twisted humanoid spine with it. He quickly reshapes the vile mess into an ivory figurine of a swaddled human baby in a feeding trough. "What do you think?"
Her eyes glitter as she tilts her head to the side like a curious dog "I find it marvelous myself." She said, grinning scarily but not seeming for it to be taken that way.
"Would you like to keep it?" He asks hopefully.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Aww. Oh well. We can still be friends even if we aren't cousins." He grabs a wad of still-living flesh from the ground, pulling out some diminutive, bird-like skeletons and a twisted humanoid spine with it. He quickly reshapes the vile mess into an ivory figurine of a swaddled human baby in a feeding trough. "What do you think?"
Her eyes glitter as she tilts her head to the side like a curious dog "I find it marvelous myself." She said, grinning scarily but not seeming for it to be taken that way.
"Would you like to keep it?" He asks hopefully.
Her lips twitch for a moment before she covers her mouth quickly with her hand. The muffled noise of nervous laughter comes from behind it but seems to calm after a moment. "I would like that, but you don't have to." She said and shrugged.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Her lips twitch for a moment before she covers her mouth quickly with her hand. The muffled noise of nervous laughter comes from behind it but seems to calm after a moment. "I would like that, but you don't have to." She said and shrugged.
"I mean, I don't really have a use for a baby Jesus. I don't have anywhere to put it..." He looks it over. "I'd like you to have it. Oh, uh, my name is Stigmata, if I haven't told you already. I don't think I did. Did I?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
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*Anybody else want to rp for the time I’ve still got?*
*I got my new gal.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Would you want anyone specific for said, ‘new gal’ cause I’ve got a new guy.*
*Giveth me the lad.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Aww. Oh well. We can still be friends even if we aren't cousins." He grabs a wad of still-living flesh from the ground, pulling out some diminutive, bird-like skeletons and a twisted humanoid spine with it. He quickly reshapes the vile mess into an ivory figurine of a swaddled human baby in a feeding trough. "What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Here ya go.*
The silver armor and silk clad knight is standing in the forest. He seems to be going through some sword stances as a form of exercise as well as mediation, eyes closed as the light of the moon seems to shine down on exactly where he stands, moving too slow to cut anything, and yet leaving holes where the air once was.
Her eyes glitter as she tilts her head to the side like a curious dog "I find it marvelous myself." She said, grinning scarily but not seeming for it to be taken that way.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A woman, who carries a deer carcass on her shoulders, see's him. Her face is scarred and disfigured, the bone structure underneath unstable. She wears simply clothes, a turtleneck sweater, an apron, and a long skirt.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He doesn’t notice them, or at least he doesn’t seem to, a puddle of bloody mud rests at his feet, the sound of glass shifting with every movement of his feet, as if there are shards of glass in his boots, though it would be insane if he was aware of that and continued to wear them.
She watches a moment more before trying to walk past him without interrupting him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Out of seemingly instinct, he stops, opening his eyes while they are right in front of them, a smile within “Oh, hello.” His voice charismatic and soft.
She nearly jumps out of her own skin and turns to face him, still hauling the deer over her shoulder. "O-oh, hello! Very sorry sir." She says but her words dissolve into nervous laughter.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Wendi.*
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"Would you like to keep it?" He asks hopefully.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Her lips twitch for a moment before she covers her mouth quickly with her hand. The muffled noise of nervous laughter comes from behind it but seems to calm after a moment. "I would like that, but you don't have to." She said and shrugged.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I mean, I don't really have a use for a baby Jesus. I don't have anywhere to put it..." He looks it over. "I'd like you to have it. Oh, uh, my name is Stigmata, if I haven't told you already. I don't think I did. Did I?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”