"Okay... I got this... I got this." She repeats to herself, holding onto one of his hands to keep balance. She lifts one foot up to try and get the board moving... and almost falls over, catching herself just before gravity would have made that impossible.
"Okay, so I have my list of friends I'm inviting here." She starts, holding up a slip of paper with a handful of names on it. "Do you already know who you're choosing to invite?"
In a blink, the moment she begins falling Top is on the other side of them, holding them up before moving back in front of them "You're okay, maybe you should take my other hand?" He holds out his other hand to them, still confident that they can do this.
He picks up a quill, writing down a single name before putting down the quill "I only have one friend who can make the date, but that is fine. I hope to meet these friends of yours."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Doesn't matter." He says suddenly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Not her place to forgive you. I'd say you should pray about that." He moves closer, stepping in the blood. "How are you gonna cook her?"
She jumps back, not realizing he was there "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry.." she says before her lips twitch, a fit of nervous laughter bubbling up. She covers her mouth but it takes a moment or two for it to subside. "I want to h-honor every part so the meat and organs can be cooked, the bones made into stock or used in different things.." she explains, her words rapidly pouring from her mouth as her hands move around animatedly.
He gently grabs her hand, crouching down to her level as the blood stands out like ink against his paper-white skin. "Don't panic. Nothing good ever results from panicking. First Peter 5:7. Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you." His hands are surprisingly soft for a man who wields a sledgehammer.
*She is 5'8*
She makes a noise and rips her hand from his before a look of guilt passes over her face as her words somehow pour faster from her mouth "I'm sorry, oh lord.. I don't like being touched, makes me feel like I'm getting stabbed with glass you know? not a good feeling, not at all. You didn't know, of course, I'm sorry, that was rude."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Knight, huh? Like a paladin?" He sets the helmet back down. "Being a good knight can be a lot of things. I like it when they're cool and rainy, so I can sleep better." He speaks with such nonchalance that it takes a moment to realize that he made a pun and wasn't just saying something random.
He cant help but crack a genuine smile at the pun they made, ringing out all the blood from the mop as he laughs, "A paladin? Far from my faith, I carry no oath other than to do what is right, and nothing more than that. It is difficult to uphold at times, but I've managed decently enough."
"'Far from my faith...' what do you mean by that?" He looks at the blood, then holds up a finger and pulls out a pocket bible, opening it to the bookmark. "Psalm 107:20. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions." The wounds in Eithan's feet close as he regains 14 Hit Points.
He looks down to his feet as they heal, smiling before looking back up at them once more, "I've done things that would cause me to be an oath breaker if I was a paladin, rather I am simply a knight who owes the god that returned me my life." He sits back down once the cleaning up is done, sighing as he sits.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"And why is that?" he says, gently touching her shoulder
She moves away before he can touch her "I throw up anything other than humanoid meat.."
He sighs. "Is it like a curse?"
She shrugs and wrings her hands.
"My God could help you...free you from the curse if it is one."
"I need not your god! Mine blessed me with this test!" she laughs
"And did you pass or fail?"
"I don't know!" She chirps as her eyes dart around.
Alric sighs as he casts hold person.
29 WIS save
She feels restrained for a moment before breaking the spell. Alric grumbles, annoyed. "Youve hurt these people child."
Her eyes turn from nervous to full on rage, glinting with angry light. "You wanted to hang me like those people did.." she said, her voice no longer wavering in anxiety.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*No idea, but I'll gladly pull out Felix for you. I should tell you, this man is an exorcist/monster hunter, so he may respond strangely to a good number of your characters*
Porter is listening to his walkman as he waits for his apron to dry. He looks like he might have fallen asleep standing up, leaning against the pole holding up the clothesline.
Felix is in the Spelljammer 'kitchen,' working on more hypothetical recipes for stars.
*I see... however, that sounds like exactly what I'm looking for!*
KK is nearby, sitting under a tree as she draws concepts of what will be her wedding attire. She doesn't seem to notice Porter is there.
Helianth enters the Spelljammer, almost taking up the entire width of the hallway with its myriad roots and arms and flower heads, contorting its crooked form to fit through the doorway into the 'kitchen'. "What are you working on, love?" It asks him.
He opens one ruby eye and pauses his music. "First John 3:18." He doesn't elaborate, but he does pull out a notepad and pencil.
He looks up with a smile. "We do a lot of desserts, right? Well, I was thinking we could branch out now that we know the basics of stellar cuisine! Something savory sounds nice, don't 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.
"Okay... I got this... I got this." She repeats to herself, holding onto one of his hands to keep balance. She lifts one foot up to try and get the board moving... and almost falls over, catching herself just before gravity would have made that impossible.
"Okay, so I have my list of friends I'm inviting here." She starts, holding up a slip of paper with a handful of names on it. "Do you already know who you're choosing to invite?"
In a blink, the moment she begins falling Top is on the other side of them, holding them up before moving back in front of them "You're okay, maybe you should take my other hand?" He holds out his other hand to them, still confident that they can do this.
He picks up a quill, writing down a single name before putting down the quill "I only have one friend who can make the date, but that is fine. I hope to meet these friends of yours."
"Yeah, good idea." She says, taking his other hand and trying again. She propels the board just a tiny bit forward, just trying to keep her balance.
"I hope so too- I'm certain you'd get along well with a handful of them. Now, as far as the invitation itself... how should we design it? I have a few ideas, but I also wanna hear any of yours."
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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)
"Yeah, good idea." She says, taking his other hand and trying again. She propels the board just a tiny bit forward, just trying to keep her balance.
"I hope so too- I'm certain you'd get along well with a handful of them. Now, as far as the invitation itself... how should we design it? I have a few ideas, but I also wanna hear any of yours."
He steps onto the board with them, helping them balance as he looks at them face to face, helping propel them forward a bit while he keeps them balance.
He shakes his head "No, please tell me what you have to think, I haven't had the time to think of anything, I've been writing all of the songs for the ceremony and after which." He says, smiling at them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He gently grabs her hand, crouching down to her level as the blood stands out like ink against his paper-white skin. "Don't panic. Nothing good ever results from panicking. First Peter 5:7. Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you." His hands are surprisingly soft for a man who wields a sledgehammer.
*She is 5'8*
She makes a noise and rips her hand from his before a look of guilt passes over her face as her words somehow pour faster from her mouth "I'm sorry, oh lord.. I don't like being touched, makes me feel like I'm getting stabbed with glass you know? not a good feeling, not at all. You didn't know, of course, I'm sorry, that was rude."
*I was imagining she was on her knees to butcher the body. He's 6' 6".*
He holds up his hands. "Shhh... you reacted appropriately. I was the one who did something wrong." He bows his head, the brim of his cap covering his sunken eyes. "Don't worry about it. Do you need any help?"
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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.
*No idea, but I'll gladly pull out Felix for you. I should tell you, this man is an exorcist/monster hunter, so he may respond strangely to a good number of your characters*
Porter is listening to his walkman as he waits for his apron to dry. He looks like he might have fallen asleep standing up, leaning against the pole holding up the clothesline.
Felix is in the Spelljammer 'kitchen,' working on more hypothetical recipes for stars.
*I see... however, that sounds like exactly what I'm looking for!*
KK is nearby, sitting under a tree as she draws concepts of what will be her wedding attire. She doesn't seem to notice Porter is there.
Helianth enters the Spelljammer, almost taking up the entire width of the hallway with its myriad roots and arms and flower heads, contorting its crooked form to fit through the doorway into the 'kitchen'. "What are you working on, love?" It asks him.
He opens one ruby eye and pauses his music. "First John 3:18." He doesn't elaborate, but he does pull out a notepad and pencil.
He looks up with a smile. "We do a lot of desserts, right? Well, I was thinking we could branch out now that we know the basics of stellar cuisine! Something savory sounds nice, don't you think?"
She somewhat hears him, looking up from her own notepad and pen with one pair of eyes, looking around for the source of the words.
"I think that's a wonderful idea. What recipes have you pondered so far?" It responds, slithering the rest of the way into the room, its wretched form taking up almost a third of the space there.
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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)
He gently grabs her hand, crouching down to her level as the blood stands out like ink against his paper-white skin. "Don't panic. Nothing good ever results from panicking. First Peter 5:7. Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you." His hands are surprisingly soft for a man who wields a sledgehammer.
*She is 5'8*
She makes a noise and rips her hand from his before a look of guilt passes over her face as her words somehow pour faster from her mouth "I'm sorry, oh lord.. I don't like being touched, makes me feel like I'm getting stabbed with glass you know? not a good feeling, not at all. You didn't know, of course, I'm sorry, that was rude."
*I was imagining she was on her knees to butcher the body. He's 6' 6".*
He holds up his hands. "Shhh... you reacted appropriately. I was the one who did something wrong." He bows his head, the brim of his cap covering his sunken eyes. "Don't worry about it. Do you need any help?"
*She had stood up because she got startled by him appearing behind her.*
She shakes her head, trying to brush back her hair but it refuses to stay away from her face "I don't want you to get in trouble, in this life or the next.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"'Far from my faith...' what do you mean by that?" He looks at the blood, then holds up a finger and pulls out a pocket bible, opening it to the bookmark. "Psalm 107:20. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions." The wounds in Eithan's feet close as he regains 14 Hit Points.
He looks down to his feet as they heal, smiling before looking back up at them once more, "I've done things that would cause me to be an oath breaker if I was a paladin, rather I am simply a knight who owes the god that returned me my life." He sits back down once the cleaning up is done, sighing as he sits.
"It is good to be grateful. Are you sure being a soldier is the right way to go about this? Why not take some courses and pick up chaplain work? You can still protect people on the field of battle if that's your calling, but you'd be serving in ways other than killing."
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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.
"Yeah, good idea." She says, taking his other hand and trying again. She propels the board just a tiny bit forward, just trying to keep her balance.
"I hope so too- I'm certain you'd get along well with a handful of them. Now, as far as the invitation itself... how should we design it? I have a few ideas, but I also wanna hear any of yours."
He steps onto the board with them, helping them balance as he looks at them face to face, helping propel them forward a bit while he keeps them balance.
He shakes his head "No, please tell me what you have to think, I haven't had the time to think of anything, I've been writing all of the songs for the ceremony and after which." He says, smiling at them.
She is entirely focused on just not falling off the board while it's moving, just inching the board forward every so often as she gets used to keeping her balance atop it.
She smiles back at him. "Okay, I will. One idea I had was each invitation being an origami skull that magically unfolds itself to reveal the writing within, but I don't really know how feasible that would be."
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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)
"'Far from my faith...' what do you mean by that?" He looks at the blood, then holds up a finger and pulls out a pocket bible, opening it to the bookmark. "Psalm 107:20. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions." The wounds in Eithan's feet close as he regains 14 Hit Points.
He looks down to his feet as they heal, smiling before looking back up at them once more, "I've done things that would cause me to be an oath breaker if I was a paladin, rather I am simply a knight who owes the god that returned me my life." He sits back down once the cleaning up is done, sighing as he sits.
"It is good to be grateful. Are you sure being a soldier is the right way to go about this? Why not take some courses and pick up chaplain work? You can still protect people on the field of battle if that's your calling, but you'd be serving in ways other than killing."
He sighs "Unfortunately so, I am destined to kill people either way, for in my mind I am not alone, which means either I can kill those who have done wrong, or those who have not, and I am no murderer." He says, looking to the silver blade on his back before shaking his head, "But that's enough about me, what about you?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Yeah, good idea." She says, taking his other hand and trying again. She propels the board just a tiny bit forward, just trying to keep her balance.
"I hope so too- I'm certain you'd get along well with a handful of them. Now, as far as the invitation itself... how should we design it? I have a few ideas, but I also wanna hear any of yours."
He steps onto the board with them, helping them balance as he looks at them face to face, helping propel them forward a bit while he keeps them balance.
He shakes his head "No, please tell me what you have to think, I haven't had the time to think of anything, I've been writing all of the songs for the ceremony and after which." He says, smiling at them.
She is entirely focused on just not falling off the board while it's moving, just inching the board forward every so often as she gets used to keeping her balance atop it.
She smiles back at him. "Okay, I will. One idea I had was each invitation being an origami skull that magically unfolds itself to reveal the writing within, but I don't really know how feasible that would be."
Once they are able to keep their balance, Top steps off of the board and lets them inching forward on their own, letting go of their hands and beginning to watch them.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I can do that, do you have exact measurements or can I do whatever I like with the invitations?" He asks, leading them to another area of the warehouse where some paper is.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He opens one ruby eye and pauses his music. "First John 3:18." He doesn't elaborate, but he does pull out a notepad and pencil.
He looks up with a smile. "We do a lot of desserts, right? Well, I was thinking we could branch out now that we know the basics of stellar cuisine! Something savory sounds nice, don't you think?"
She somewhat hears him, looking up from her own notepad and pen with one pair of eyes, looking around for the source of the words.
"I think that's a wonderful idea. What recipes have you pondered so far?" It responds, slithering the rest of the way into the room, its wretched form taking up almost a third of the space there.
He takes off his headphones and straightens his cap, walking into view. His hair and skin are pure white, and his eyes are ruby red, tired and shadowed by his bacon-themed baseball cap. "'Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.' You know that one?"
He 'makes room' for it, taking a couple steps to the side. "Well, I was thinking faux-meat, some sauces, and some things that are really cool but there aren't terms for them that I know. It's working with plasma, and culinary terms mostly relate to solids, liquids, and gases."
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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.
*I was imagining she was on her knees to butcher the body. He's 6' 6".*
He holds up his hands. "Shhh... you reacted appropriately. I was the one who did something wrong." He bows his head, the brim of his cap covering his sunken eyes. "Don't worry about it. Do you need any help?"
*She had stood up because she got startled by him appearing behind her.*
She shakes her head, trying to brush back her hair but it refuses to stay away from her face "I don't want you to get in trouble, in this life or the next.."
*Ah, dang. I forgot about that. I concede.*
"Don't worry about it. I'm expected to be covered in blood on this earth, and I trust that God has a place for me in Heaven. He planned for this meeting, after all, and while I don't understand His plan, I can still try to help where I can."
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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.
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She feels restrained for a moment before breaking the spell. Alric grumbles, annoyed. "Youve hurt these people child."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
In a blink, the moment she begins falling Top is on the other side of them, holding them up before moving back in front of them "You're okay, maybe you should take my other hand?" He holds out his other hand to them, still confident that they can do this.
He picks up a quill, writing down a single name before putting down the quill "I only have one friend who can make the date, but that is fine. I hope to meet these friends of yours."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*She is 5'8*
She makes a noise and rips her hand from his before a look of guilt passes over her face as her words somehow pour faster from her mouth "I'm sorry, oh lord.. I don't like being touched, makes me feel like I'm getting stabbed with glass you know? not a good feeling, not at all. You didn't know, of course, I'm sorry, that was rude."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks down to his feet as they heal, smiling before looking back up at them once more, "I've done things that would cause me to be an oath breaker if I was a paladin, rather I am simply a knight who owes the god that returned me my life." He sits back down once the cleaning up is done, sighing as he sits.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Her eyes turn from nervous to full on rage, glinting with angry light. "You wanted to hang me like those people did.." she said, her voice no longer wavering in anxiety.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(you want to rp wendo?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
When he speaks, he notices his throat already feels better.
She opens her eyes, "It was..."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He opens one ruby eye and pauses his music. "First John 3:18." He doesn't elaborate, but he does pull out a notepad and pencil.
He looks up with a smile. "We do a lot of desserts, right? Well, I was thinking we could branch out now that we know the basics of stellar cuisine! Something savory sounds nice, don't 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.
"Yeah, good idea." She says, taking his other hand and trying again. She propels the board just a tiny bit forward, just trying to keep her balance.
"I hope so too- I'm certain you'd get along well with a handful of them. Now, as far as the invitation itself... how should we design it? I have a few ideas, but I also wanna hear any of yours."
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)
He steps onto the board with them, helping them balance as he looks at them face to face, helping propel them forward a bit while he keeps them balance.
He shakes his head "No, please tell me what you have to think, I haven't had the time to think of anything, I've been writing all of the songs for the ceremony and after which." He says, smiling at them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I was imagining she was on her knees to butcher the body. He's 6' 6".*
He holds up his hands. "Shhh... you reacted appropriately. I was the one who did something wrong." He bows his head, the brim of his cap covering his sunken eyes. "Don't worry about it. Do you need any help?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She somewhat hears him, looking up from her own notepad and pen with one pair of eyes, looking around for the source of the words.
"I think that's a wonderful idea. What recipes have you pondered so far?" It responds, slithering the rest of the way into the room, its wretched form taking up almost a third of the space there.
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)
*She had stood up because she got startled by him appearing behind her.*
She shakes her head, trying to brush back her hair but it refuses to stay away from her face "I don't want you to get in trouble, in this life or the next.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"It is good to be grateful. Are you sure being a soldier is the right way to go about this? Why not take some courses and pick up chaplain work? You can still protect people on the field of battle if that's your calling, but you'd be serving in ways other than killing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She is entirely focused on just not falling off the board while it's moving, just inching the board forward every so often as she gets used to keeping her balance atop it.
She smiles back at him. "Okay, I will. One idea I had was each invitation being an origami skull that magically unfolds itself to reveal the writing within, but I don't really know how feasible that would be."
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)
He sighs "Unfortunately so, I am destined to kill people either way, for in my mind I am not alone, which means either I can kill those who have done wrong, or those who have not, and I am no murderer." He says, looking to the silver blade on his back before shaking his head, "But that's enough about me, what about you?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Once they are able to keep their balance, Top steps off of the board and lets them inching forward on their own, letting go of their hands and beginning to watch them.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I can do that, do you have exact measurements or can I do whatever I like with the invitations?" He asks, leading them to another area of the warehouse where some paper is.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He takes off his headphones and straightens his cap, walking into view. His hair and skin are pure white, and his eyes are ruby red, tired and shadowed by his bacon-themed baseball cap. "'Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.' You know that one?"
He 'makes room' for it, taking a couple steps to the side. "Well, I was thinking faux-meat, some sauces, and some things that are really cool but there aren't terms for them that I know. It's working with plasma, and culinary terms mostly relate to solids, liquids, and gases."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ah, dang. I forgot about that. I concede.*
"Don't worry about it. I'm expected to be covered in blood on this earth, and I trust that God has a place for me in Heaven. He planned for this meeting, after all, and while I don't understand His plan, I can still try to help where I can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.