"No... it's my job... to rip it out. How can I do that when I cry just from looking at it?" He murmurs.
"For me or her?" He leans back.
"Become stronger? No use crying about it all the time. Get back on your feet, try again." He offers, picking the kettle from the fire. He pours the boiling water into a mug and places in a tea bag. He hands it to them and sits back down.
"For both of you actually," he said, "You can be seen as an accomplice and if you weren't one, then you were a bystander. While I continue to find evidence, I seem to find more and more pointing towards her."
He nods and takes the teacup. "I don't think I like people very much," he whispers.
"Hm. I see. Who are you, anyway?"
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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... it's my job... to rip it out. How can I do that when I cry just from looking at it?" He murmurs.
"For me or her?" He leans back.
"Become stronger? No use crying about it all the time. Get back on your feet, try again." He offers, picking the kettle from the fire. He pours the boiling water into a mug and places in a tea bag. He hands it to them and sits back down.
"For both of you actually," he said, "You can be seen as an accomplice and if you weren't one, then you were a bystander. While I continue to find evidence, I seem to find more and more pointing towards her."
He nods and takes the teacup. "I don't think I like people very much," he whispers.
"Hm. I see. Who are you, anyway?"
"That is understandable. I don't like many of them either but there are a few, my dear, that are special in a way. Gentle, kind, caring, compassionate, honest, all those lovely traits that make up the best of people," he offered, picking at the threads of his sofa cushion.
"I am Chief Detective Inspector Maxwell Thorne. I was sent here by the Thane Foundation to take care of the issue of the citizens of the Lords Rest being abused by the so called 'heroes' that frequent the tavern." he said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods and takes the teacup. "I don't think I like people very much," he whispers.
"Hm. I see. Who are you, anyway?"
"That is understandable. I don't like many of them either but there are a few, my dear, that are special in a way. Gentle, kind, caring, compassionate, honest, all those lovely traits that make up the best of people," he offered, picking at the threads of his sofa cushion.
"I am Chief Detective Inspector Maxwell Thorne. I was sent here by the Thane Foundation to take care of the issue of the citizens of the Lords Rest being abused by the so called 'heroes' that frequent the tavern." he said.
He looks over to Angel. He slowly reaches out his hand and moves it through Angel's head, as if he weren't even there. He sits back down. "Are you real?"
"Hm. The hell is the Thane Foundation? I mean, you sound great in concept, but I've never heard of you."
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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 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.
She smiles a bit wider, looking down at the nightmarish 'water' around them, running her hands through the Dark Energy sea as she wades a bit deeper. "...how much of this came from me? From the Fair? I know it's most definitely only a drop in the bucket, if even- I'm just curious if it's quantifiable."
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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 nods and takes the teacup. "I don't think I like people very much," he whispers.
"Hm. I see. Who are you, anyway?"
"That is understandable. I don't like many of them either but there are a few, my dear, that are special in a way. Gentle, kind, caring, compassionate, honest, all those lovely traits that make up the best of people," he offered, picking at the threads of his sofa cushion.
"I am Chief Detective Inspector Maxwell Thorne. I was sent here by the Thane Foundation to take care of the issue of the citizens of the Lords Rest being abused by the so called 'heroes' that frequent the tavern." he said.
He looks over to Angel. He slowly reaches out his hand and moves it through Angel's head, as if he weren't even there. He sits back down. "Are you real?"
"Hm. The hell is the Thane Foundation? I mean, you sound great in concept, but I've never heard of you."
"I can assure you I am. At least, where I am on this plane, I am." He nods.
"The Thane Foundation works to protect worlds from small to cosmic sized threats." He said, sipping his tea.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Exactly!" He claps, excited that she got it. That childlike demeanor is back.
She smiles a bit wider, looking down at the nightmarish 'water' around them, running her hands through the Dark Energy sea as she wades a bit deeper. "...how much of this came from me? From the Fair? I know it's most definitely only a drop in the bucket, if even- I'm just curious if it's quantifiable."
"A bit under 652 Milliliters." He takes her hand, not to stop her, but to make sure she doesn't drown in the heavy, grasping water. He's quiet for a little bit. "These corpses are all my siblings."
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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 looks over to Angel. He slowly reaches out his hand and moves it through Angel's head, as if he weren't even there. He sits back down. "Are you real?"
"Hm. The hell is the Thane Foundation? I mean, you sound great in concept, but I've never heard of you."
"I can assure you I am. At least, where I am on this plane, I am." He nods.
"The Thane Foundation works to protect worlds from small to cosmic sized threats." He said, sipping his tea.
"Oh." He seems disappointed. "I'm not. I'm just... a nightmare."
"I see. Any particular specialty, or do you guys just do everything?"
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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 love you more than words can say!” He says with a laugh, playing with her and enjoying every moment.
“Good, and you will be mine for as long as you live.” He kisses their forehead.
“The last two…” She says, not making eye contact with them, “I don’t want to force that onto you.”
She changes the pace, seeing if he can keep up
"I would like that a lot." he smiles, blushing a bit.
"I love you, deeply.. But I don't think I want that for myself. I'm sorry.." (What do I need to beat for the con save?)
He does as best as he can, still learning how to play the block as well as she can.
He rubs his hand over their punctures once more, “Good.”
(If you want to succeed it, I won’t make you do the save.) “I understand, you don’t need to, I just wanted to offer another solution for you.”
"Underneath the sun..We get everything we need.." she sings to the beat.
"if you're hungry, you can feed, my love."
(I very much do. we don't need an immortal Xavier running around and killing people on the off chance he snaps again.) He sighs. "do it."
He begins to sing along with them, providing the bass for the song, keeping beat as well as he can.
He smiles “Thank you, dear.” He locks into the slots, draining a fair amount.
(Under the chance he does snap, the Duchess and Ambrosia would likely stop them one way or another.) She looks to them, hesitant for a moment before biting into them, draining a bit of blood.
He nods and takes the teacup. "I don't think I like people very much," he whispers.
"Hm. I see. Who are you, anyway?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thanks."
"What's wrong?" She looks concerned.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It’s okay, I’ll ask for guidance and see if I get a vision on the matter, if not, I will continue searching.” He smiles at her.
“Ah, I hope to be your last as well as your first then.” He says happily.
She sighs, taking her hands off of massaging them, “Of course you can, dear. Take all the time you need.”
“You aren’t very invested in this conversation, but that makes sense, you never much liked me.”
She shakes her head, “Nothing, I… it’s nothing, it probably won’t even happen anyway.”
"That is understandable. I don't like many of them either but there are a few, my dear, that are special in a way. Gentle, kind, caring, compassionate, honest, all those lovely traits that make up the best of people," he offered, picking at the threads of his sofa cushion.
"I am Chief Detective Inspector Maxwell Thorne. I was sent here by the Thane Foundation to take care of the issue of the citizens of the Lords Rest being abused by the so called 'heroes' that frequent the tavern." he said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He moves enough to give them room to play, “Love you more.” He says playfully.
He hugs them, smiling softly “Let’s hope, I’m very possessive.”
She takes one of his hands, “You are infected with… what made me, like this.” She gestures to herself.
He looks over to Angel. He slowly reaches out his hand and moves it through Angel's head, as if he weren't even there. He sits back down. "Are you real?"
"Hm. The hell is the Thane Foundation? I mean, you sound great in concept, but I've never heard of you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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)
*Cut for Salem.*
“I love you more than words can say!” He says with a laugh, playing with her and enjoying every moment.
“Good, and you will be mine for as long as you live.” He kisses their forehead.
“The last two…” She says, not making eye contact with them, “I don’t want to force that onto you.”
"I can assure you I am. At least, where I am on this plane, I am." He nods.
"The Thane Foundation works to protect worlds from small to cosmic sized threats." He said, sipping his tea.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He does as best as he can, still learning how to play the block as well as she can.
He rubs his hand over their punctures once more, “Good.”
(If you want to succeed it, I won’t make you do the save.) “I understand, you don’t need to, I just wanted to offer another solution for you.”
"A bit under 652 Milliliters." He takes her hand, not to stop her, but to make sure she doesn't drown in the heavy, grasping water. He's quiet for a little bit. "These corpses are all my siblings."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh." He seems disappointed. "I'm not. I'm just... a nightmare."
"I see. Any particular specialty, or do you guys just do everything?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He begins to sing along with them, providing the bass for the song, keeping beat as well as he can.
He smiles “Thank you, dear.” He locks into the slots, draining a fair amount.
(Under the chance he does snap, the Duchess and Ambrosia would likely stop them one way or another.) She looks to them, hesitant for a moment before biting into them, draining a bit of blood.