"Buh.. wh... hi sweetie.." he says before stretching. He mindlessly stares at his ring
He holds it for a long time before pulling away. "Do I need to get two rings?"
"My job is only to make sure time flows. I can do that from anywhere, doesn't matter who I hang around."
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?"
"I'm.. so excited... and tired.." he yawns, walking up to the table
"Hmmm. blood diamond?" he asks, running a claw over her arm lovingly
"Dont know." she shrugs. "I never give anybody an hourglass that isn't their own. And if you break your own, you die and it's your fault."
He pulls out a chair for them, kissing them on the forehead again “Have you been sleeping enough recently?”
She groans softly, closing her eyes for a moment, “That sounds wonderful, feel no need to get us anything too fancy.”
“I’d imagine that takes an immeasurable amount of trust in another being to give them someone else’s life.” He says, beginning to put his armor back on.
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.”
Her own voice is thoughtful. "What are we here to do?.."
“There are many gods here, the revelation will come to me, and when it does, you will be the first to know. Visions are not always detailed in the ways we want.”
"Buh.. wh... hi sweetie.." he says before stretching. He mindlessly stares at his ring
He holds it for a long time before pulling away. "Do I need to get two rings?"
"My job is only to make sure time flows. I can do that from anywhere, doesn't matter who I hang around."
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?"
"I'm.. so excited... and tired.." he yawns, walking up to the table
"Hmmm. blood diamond?" he asks, running a claw over her arm lovingly
"Dont know." she shrugs. "I never give anybody an hourglass that isn't their own. And if you break your own, you die and it's your fault."
He pulls out a chair for them, kissing them on the forehead again “Have you been sleeping enough recently?”
She groans softly, closing her eyes for a moment, “That sounds wonderful, feel no need to get us anything too fancy.”
“I’d imagine that takes an immeasurable amount of trust in another being to give them someone else’s life.” He says, beginning to put his armor back on.
"Yes, just travel weary." he reassures, cracking his neck
"alrighty, my loves." he smiles, getting comfy
"It certainly does." She sighs and pulls out an empty one, filling it with blue sand. "Why must mortals reproduce? it's annoying sometimes."
“Of course, well I hope that weariness soon fades.” He places a plate full of food down in front of them.
She lets them, rubbing their back with her soft hands.
“Because we don’t exist forever, and all mortals have the fundamental fear of being forgotten and basically erased from existence. Or at least that’s what I think.”
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.”
Her own voice is thoughtful. "What are we here to do?.."
“There are many gods here, the revelation will come to me, and when it does, you will be the first to know. Visions are not always detailed in the ways we want.”
"Would be that I did not fall in love with such an uncertain man..." she sighs, leaning against their leg.
He chuckles, wrapping an arm around them, “For that, I am thankful every day, I wouldn’t be half the man I am today if not for you.”
*Did you come up with this character on the spot?*
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.
"I don't... I... All that hate... why do mortals have all that hate?"
"I told you before, I'm her friend. Her being a potential criminal doesn't mean I can't be that. If anything, she needs a friend more than ever now."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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?"
"Exactly!" He claps, excited that she got it. That childlike demeanor is back.
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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He pulls out a chair for them, kissing them on the forehead again “Have you been sleeping enough recently?”
She groans softly, closing her eyes for a moment, “That sounds wonderful, feel no need to get us anything too fancy.”
“I’d imagine that takes an immeasurable amount of trust in another being to give them someone else’s life.” He says, beginning to put his armor back on.
“There are many gods here, the revelation will come to me, and when it does, you will be the first to know. Visions are not always detailed in the ways we want.”
"Ah?"
Mala flies up behind her. "Hi."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Just wanted to visit my brother. Heard you’re getting married.”
She turns around sharply, calming down when they see it’s Mala, holding out the flowers “These are… for you.”
“Of course, well I hope that weariness soon fades.” He places a plate full of food down in front of them.
She lets them, rubbing their back with her soft hands.
“Because we don’t exist forever, and all mortals have the fundamental fear of being forgotten and basically erased from existence. Or at least that’s what I think.”
He chuckles, wrapping an arm around them, “For that, I am thankful every day, I wouldn’t be half the man I am today if not for you.”
*Did you come up with this character on the spot?*
*Cut for Salem.*
He sits back down on their bed, “Enjoy every bite, after all, you are my source of food, my love.”
She continuing to love her hands, chuckling softly “I didn’t expect to hear that, but thank you.”
He laughs with them, leaning back “I wouldn’t know, I just think that about myself.”
The rock beneath them is slowly turning black.
After like fifteen seconds, he turns to Cevin. "Good to see you."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Thats more of a name then I’ve got for this guy, also cut for Salem.*
He laughs with them, the few times he does laugh it’s because of her, hugging them back, giving them a kiss on the forehead.
"I don't... I... All that hate... why do mortals have all that hate?"
"I told you before, I'm her friend. Her being a potential criminal doesn't mean I can't be that. If anything, she needs a friend more than ever now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Not your brother. But yeah."
"For me? Really?" She takes them gently.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Exactly!" He claps, excited that she got it. That childlike demeanor is back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.