As the sun beats down on the town of Lord's Point, causing animals to tire and seek shade where it can be found, scorching the dirt below everyone's feet, another new arrival makes his way into the town.
He doesn't stand incredibly tall, though his presence is towering above all those around him. Dressed in simple clothes, his skin mostly bare with pants and a belt made of what appears to be some otherworldly creature's hide, though he does seem to have the occasional tuft of fur on his body, his very presence brings an aura violence, despite how calm he appears. Dark skinned, and well muscled, most of his face hidden, not by a helmet, but by a large black afro that consumes his head, the other thing able to pierce through the hair seeming to be the horns of a bull marking the man as a sort of Minotaur. Tribal markings come across his body in multicolored paint, he wields no weapon, and says nothing as he walks through the town and eventually to outside of the Lord's Rest Inn. Eventually, he sits down on something that wasn't there a moment ago, beginning to play a block of wood rhythmically, bobbing his head a bit.
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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.'
Stigmata does not resist in the slightest. He seems... broken. Not used to this level of stimulation, to feeling this kind of pain. He seems to get calmer the farther they get from the town. He lays his head against Angel's shoulder.
He sets his pen down. "If she's just a suspect? Surely you misspoke somewhere."
Angel sets them on the couch facing a fireplace. He walks over to the kitchen and retrieves a kettle, bring it to the fireplace and hanging it on a hook. They sit down beside them and take their hands in their taloned ones "Take some deep breaths for me please."
"She is one of our top suspects actually. No alibi, same pattern to her cuts of meat as the body." He lists off.
He does. His breath smells like burnt rubber, and his hands are made of velvet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trouble you." He whimpers before continuing the exercise.
"Damn. Would I be able to visit her? Or at least try and get her a lawyer?" He looks at his cigarette box, then puts it back in his pocket.
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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.
"Well now..." It seems he was waiting for that question. "It was something like this." He raises a hand and snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, she, the bench, the Schism, and Stigmata are sitting on a dark, surreal, rocky coast. Instead of sand, there are corpses. Millions and millions of corpses, mashed until they are indistinguishable. More keep flooding onto the beach, between the iron teeth that protect the land of reality from the sea of horrors. Some of them are alive enough to crawl forward to the land, but those are rare. Most are too injured or malformed to do anything. "I was born here, into this pain and endless debauchery." He grabs the head of a crawling horror, rips it off, and places it under his hat, causing it to fall into his torso. Gore splatters out of where his neck probably is, as if the head fell an incredible distance and shattered, but the distance was also mere inches.
He points to the black, writhing water. "That is where Podmorski was reborn. It is where my father lives, and where nightmares pool. I thought you might like it."
She looks out at the sea of horrors, out at the roiling waves from which countless abominations pour forth in a grasping, mangled tide... not with fear, not with disgust, but with awe. "I... I do like it. It's beautiful." She takes a step closer to the water, but stops- not yet, she thinks to herself- and she steps back again. "You know Podmorski?"
*Alrighty! Now, I believe it was... Ah, here ya go!*
*You are the queen of finding things*
"Not personally, no. But my father, the Overmind, rules the Nightmare Realm and sees all that comes and goes." He wades into the horrid water up to his waist. He holds out his arms, welcoming her in. "I am an Aspect of him. Just a little part."
*Apologies for the delay again.*
She hesitates for only a moment, before walking partway into the inky sea herself, letting herself be drawn closer to the nightmarish powers within like a moth to a bonfire. "I see... is that how you first heard of the Fair?" She asks.
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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)
Stigmata does not resist in the slightest. He seems... broken. Not used to this level of stimulation, to feeling this kind of pain. He seems to get calmer the farther they get from the town. He lays his head against Angel's shoulder.
He sets his pen down. "If she's just a suspect? Surely you misspoke somewhere."
Angel sets them on the couch facing a fireplace. He walks over to the kitchen and retrieves a kettle, bring it to the fireplace and hanging it on a hook. They sit down beside them and take their hands in their taloned ones "Take some deep breaths for me please."
"She is one of our top suspects actually. No alibi, same pattern to her cuts of meat as the body." He lists off.
He does. His breath smells like burnt rubber, and his hands are made of velvet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trouble you." He whimpers before continuing the exercise.
"Damn. Would I be able to visit her? Or at least try and get her a lawyer?" He looks at his cigarette box, then puts it back in his pocket.
"I see no need for you to apologize." He said, his talons seeming to disappear as they turn into hands almost with pointed nails "May I ask what happened? From my eyes it seemed you had a panic attack."
"Why? If she is a criminal than what good is it to you?" He asks, his silver eyes narrowing in suspicion.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
As the sun beats down on the town of Lord's Point, causing animals to tire and seek shade where it can be found, scorching the dirt below everyone's feet, another new arrival makes his way into the town.
He doesn't stand incredibly tall, though his presence is towering above all those around him. Dressed in simple clothes, his skin mostly bare with pants and a belt made of what appears to be some otherworldly creature's hide, though he does seem to have the occasional tuft of fur on his body, his very presence brings an aura violence, despite how calm he appears. Dark skinned, and well muscled, most of his face hidden, not by a helmet, but by a large black afro that consumes his head, the other thing able to pierce through the hair seeming to be the horns of a bull marking the man as a sort of Minotaur. Tribal markings come across his body in multicolored paint, he wields no weapon, and says nothing as he walks through the town and eventually to outside of the Lord's Rest Inn. Eventually, he sits down on something that wasn't there a moment ago, beginning to play a block of wood rhythmically, bobbing his head a bit.
*Anybody want to interact with this? Probably not, but just checking.*
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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.'
"Not personally, no. But my father, the Overmind, rules the Nightmare Realm and sees all that comes and goes." He wades into the horrid water up to his waist. He holds out his arms, welcoming her in. "I am an Aspect of him. Just a little part."
*Apologies for the delay again.*
She hesitates for only a moment, before walking partway into the inky sea herself, letting herself be drawn closer to the nightmarish powers within like a moth to a bonfire. "I see... is that how you first heard of the Fair?" She asks.
"Not exactly." He dips two fingers in the water, and an aging mother's face appears in the ripples. 'DEAR GODS, WHAT IS THAT THING?! WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE COME HERE! BOBBY, RUN!' He removes his fingers. "Dark energy speaks volumes. Literally, in this case."
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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.
"Not personally, no. But my father, the Overmind, rules the Nightmare Realm and sees all that comes and goes." He wades into the horrid water up to his waist. He holds out his arms, welcoming her in. "I am an Aspect of him. Just a little part."
*Apologies for the delay again.*
She hesitates for only a moment, before walking partway into the inky sea herself, letting herself be drawn closer to the nightmarish powers within like a moth to a bonfire. "I see... is that how you first heard of the Fair?" She asks.
"Not exactly." He dips two fingers in the water, and an aging mother's face appears in the ripples. 'DEAR GODS, WHAT IS THAT THING?! WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE COME HERE! BOBBY, RUN!' He removes his fingers. "Dark energy speaks volumes. Literally, in this case."
She watches this, thinking for a moment. "...Ah. So that's how you first heard of it. From the Dark Energy it brought about. Am I correct?"
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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)
As the sun beats down on the town of Lord's Point, causing animals to tire and seek shade where it can be found, scorching the dirt below everyone's feet, another new arrival makes his way into the town.
He doesn't stand incredibly tall, though his presence is towering above all those around him. Dressed in simple clothes, his skin mostly bare with pants and a belt made of what appears to be some otherworldly creature's hide, though he does seem to have the occasional tuft of fur on his body, his very presence brings an aura violence, despite how calm he appears. Dark skinned, and well muscled, most of his face hidden, not by a helmet, but by a large black afro that consumes his head, the other thing able to pierce through the hair seeming to be the horns of a bull marking the man as a sort of Minotaur. Tribal markings come across his body in multicolored paint, he wields no weapon, and says nothing as he walks through the town and eventually to outside of the Lord's Rest Inn. Eventually, he sits down on something that wasn't there a moment ago, beginning to play a block of wood rhythmically, bobbing his head a bit.
*Anybody want to interact with this? Probably not, but just checking.*
A similar looking girl travels with him, more goat like than bull like. She sits beside his seat.
He looks down to them, before nodding softly and continuing to play, the slightest tinge of a smile cracks on his face.
As the sun beats down on the town of Lord's Point, causing animals to tire and seek shade where it can be found, scorching the dirt below everyone's feet, another new arrival makes his way into the town.
He doesn't stand incredibly tall, though his presence is towering above all those around him. Dressed in simple clothes, his skin mostly bare with pants and a belt made of what appears to be some otherworldly creature's hide, though he does seem to have the occasional tuft of fur on his body, his very presence brings an aura violence, despite how calm he appears. Dark skinned, and well muscled, most of his face hidden, not by a helmet, but by a large black afro that consumes his head, the other thing able to pierce through the hair seeming to be the horns of a bull marking the man as a sort of Minotaur. Tribal markings come across his body in multicolored paint, he wields no weapon, and says nothing as he walks through the town and eventually to outside of the Lord's Rest Inn. Eventually, he sits down on something that wasn't there a moment ago, beginning to play a block of wood rhythmically, bobbing his head a bit.
*Anybody want to interact with this? Probably not, but just checking.*
A similar looking girl travels with him, more goat like than bull like. She sits beside his seat.
He looks down to them, before nodding softly and continuing to play, the slightest tinge of a smile cracks on his face.
*I'll move this to the main rp once we end one.*
Her hoof taps along to the beat slightly. Eventually, she looks back up to him. "Why have we come so far from home?"
“There are things that must be done, we cannot remain home all of our lives.” He say, his voice gravelly as he speaks, “No matter how much I want to stay, some times, we can’t.”
*Had another character I wanted to bring here.*
As the sun beats down on the town of Lord's Point, causing animals to tire and seek shade where it can be found, scorching the dirt below everyone's feet, another new arrival makes his way into the town.
He doesn't stand incredibly tall, though his presence is towering above all those around him. Dressed in simple clothes, his skin mostly bare with pants and a belt made of what appears to be some otherworldly creature's hide, though he does seem to have the occasional tuft of fur on his body, his very presence brings an aura violence, despite how calm he appears. Dark skinned, and well muscled, most of his face hidden, not by a helmet, but by a large black afro that consumes his head, the other thing able to pierce through the hair seeming to be the horns of a bull marking the man as a sort of Minotaur. Tribal markings come across his body in multicolored paint, he wields no weapon, and says nothing as he walks through the town and eventually to outside of the Lord's Rest Inn. Eventually, he sits down on something that wasn't there a moment ago, beginning to play a block of wood rhythmically, bobbing his head a bit.
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 does. His breath smells like burnt rubber, and his hands are made of velvet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trouble you." He whimpers before continuing the exercise.
"Damn. Would I be able to visit her? Or at least try and get her a lawyer?" He looks at his cigarette box, then puts it back in his pocket.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He eventually decides to let them rest, and is going to kiss them when they do wake up, getting up and making them something to eat.
She wraps her arms around them, feeling that their spine with her claws, "Good, I wouldn't want it any other way."
He acknowledges the small amount of sand in the previous glass compared to the still small, but larger amount in his new one "Interesting."
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.)
*Apologies for the delay again.*
She hesitates for only a moment, before walking partway into the inky sea herself, letting herself be drawn closer to the nightmarish powers within like a moth to a bonfire. "I see... is that how you first heard of the Fair?" She asks.
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 see no need for you to apologize." He said, his talons seeming to disappear as they turn into hands almost with pointed nails "May I ask what happened? From my eyes it seemed you had a panic attack."
"Why? If she is a criminal than what good is it to you?" He asks, his silver eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Anybody want to interact with this? Probably not, but just checking.*
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.)
"Not exactly." He dips two fingers in the water, and an aging mother's face appears in the ripples. 'DEAR GODS, WHAT IS THAT THING?! WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE COME HERE! BOBBY, RUN!' He removes his fingers. "Dark energy speaks volumes. Literally, in this case."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He walks over, lands a smooch on their lips, before walking back to cooking.
She happily accepts the kiss, closing her eyes and leaning more into them.
"It does sound like a stressful job, I wish I could help, you likely can't even keep company with anyone less than an immortal."
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 watches this, thinking for a moment. "...Ah. So that's how you first heard of it. From the Dark Energy it brought about. Am I correct?"
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 looks down to them, before nodding softly and continuing to play, the slightest tinge of a smile cracks on his face.
*I'll move this to the main rp once we end one.*
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 laughs the slightest bit, looking back at them "I'm making something for you to eat, and it wasn't a dream, we are getting married."
She would be taking a deep breath if her lungs still worked "No, dear, one will do perfectly."
"I suppose that's true, but what happens when someone you are with has an hourglass break, maybe even their own?"
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.)
“There are things that must be done, we cannot remain home all of our lives.” He say, his voice gravelly as he speaks, “No matter how much I want to stay, some times, we can’t.”
Thirteen is making a map of the surrounding area and all that he's witnessed and recorded so far.
Mauric is fixing up his tools and utensils.
Loriche is recycling the greatsword she made.
Riotan is draped over an armchair.
Eito is lying on a rock formation in the woods beneath the dusky sky.
Mala is moving her nest.
Yod is practicing, even though he doesn't need it.
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 ground shakes as Rag sits next to them.
Sersha comes to visit them, noticing they aren’t where their nest once was, holding a bundle of desert flowers.