"Again?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "What happened last time?"
"This is the natural state of all things, at least in the mind. I don't know its exact nature, but it could be an errant desire someone had to kill you, or maybe a fear that you might die."
*Apologies for the delay*
"Last time, a shard of an Elder Evil latched onto my soul and tried to make me its vessel." She explains as if this was a normal occurrence for her. "Don't worry, I got better."
"Fascinating... I don't know whether to be concerned or flattered." She holds the skull up to her face, examining its details. Stigmata can see that some of the Dark Energy of this place has seeped into her hands, staining her fingertips like ink.
"Sounds like a bad time. My sympathies. What happened to the Elder Evil?"
He wraps his fingers around her wrist, moving her hand in front of her face so she can see.
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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.
Baegoji the Verdict enters, dressed in fine clothes appropriate for his historical status as a noble and enforcer, but deliberately asymmetrical and unconventional. Oris curls around his legs while the short man (4' 7") takes a deep smell of the air. "Beautiful."
Stigmata walks over to the base of the tree and looks up. He's holding a distorted and mangled head by the hair. It's kind of hard to tell what it is.
She looks up, eyeing them both in a appraising manner before trying to give a smile "Hello!" She chirps.
Angel looks down and makes a small 'hoot' noise in recognition. He jumps down, his long tail falling behind him like a train to a coat or dress. He blinks his large black eyes in question "May I ask what happened to this fellow?"
"Hello." He says softly. "My name is Baegoji, and this is Oris." He gestures to the 8ft-long cat-snake creature that seems to be interested in the cuts of humanoid flesh behind the glass. "We were wondering if you would be capable of supplying large amounts of meat. My students need a lot of protein to maintain their capabilities."
He lifts up the head, looking at it. "He was alive a minute ago." He drops it. "I was excited to show him to you."
"Students?" She questions, still kinda staring at the snake-cat but her eyes dart back to them "How many are we talking?"
Angel nods and picks up the head. Blueish-silvery magical energy seems to spring forth from their fingertips and into the head, like smoke being inhaled. The heads eyes flutter open suddenly, the nose and mouth begin to follow suit, waking up from beyond the grave.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha watches from afar, her eyes wide in fear but also hunger. She grips her blade before slowly sliding it back in the sheath.
He pulls the sword out of the man's chest, watching the blood spill as he drops to the ground. He then begins hacking violently, leaning on his sword as bile begins leaking from under his helmet.
She steps forward again, moving closer and closer like a cat sneaking up on prey.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Well, Baegoji was basically a Judge until he retired, at which point people assumed he was dead since he refused to leave his castle for over 600 years.*
Baegoji looks up at Eithan. "Hello there." He speaks softly, but clearly. "Is there a problem?"
*Me when I don't feel like going outside of my room^*
He looks back to them, smiling softly, his eyes conveying that smile, speaking softly in return "No problem at all, I apologize it appeared there was one. I just enjoy watching, if that is okay."
"It is. Seeing a knight like yourself could encourage them. Would you like some refreshments, sir? We have barbecue, tea, and milk, but no alcohol I'm afraid. Drunk warriors who think they're the epitome of combat are... bad for business. You understand."
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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.
"Probably still getting into fights." she teases, her horns that come back and curl forward brushing against his
"I would like that a lot."
"I'll work on that later.. Thank you."
He chuckles, letting their horns get locked together as he smiles at her, "Maybe, but you keep me from getting myself too hurt."
He lies down next to them, wrapping an arm around them.
She shakes her head, "Think nothing of it, dear. You would've done the same for me."
"I try. you don't always listen"
he nuzzles them, closing his eyes
"I would have." he holds their face, smiling
*what is Rag's nephews name?*
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Misha watches from afar, her eyes wide in fear but also hunger. She grips her blade before slowly sliding it back in the sheath.
He pulls the sword out of the man's chest, watching the blood spill as he drops to the ground. He then begins hacking violently, leaning on his sword as bile begins leaking from under his helmet.
She steps forward again, moving closer and closer like a cat sneaking up on prey.
He doesn’t notice them, the bile continuing to flow, burning into the ground like acid, the box slowly fading from his attire and weapon back to silver.
*Well, Baegoji was basically a Judge until he retired, at which point people assumed he was dead since he refused to leave his castle for over 600 years.*
Baegoji looks up at Eithan. "Hello there." He speaks softly, but clearly. "Is there a problem?"
*Me when I don't feel like going outside of my room^*
He looks back to them, smiling softly, his eyes conveying that smile, speaking softly in return "No problem at all, I apologize it appeared there was one. I just enjoy watching, if that is okay."
"It is. Seeing a knight like yourself could encourage them. Would you like some refreshments, sir? We have barbecue, tea, and milk, but no alcohol I'm afraid. Drunk warriors who think they're the epitome of combat are... bad for business. You understand."
“I don’t like alcohol much, I’ve been sober for a while not, but I would like some tea, if you would be so kind, mighty warrior.” He bows to them deeply out of respect “Though I am barely a knight, more a wanderer who seeks to do good where he can.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright smile of his.
"Hello." He says softly. "My name is Baegoji, and this is Oris." He gestures to the 8ft-long cat-snake creature that seems to be interested in the cuts of humanoid flesh behind the glass. "We were wondering if you would be capable of supplying large amounts of meat. My students need a lot of protein to maintain their capabilities."
He lifts up the head, looking at it. "He was alive a minute ago." He drops it. "I was excited to show him to you."
"Students?" She questions, still kinda staring at the snake-cat but her eyes dart back to them "How many are we talking?"
Angel nods and picks up the head. Blueish-silvery magical energy seems to spring forth from their fingertips and into the head, like smoke being inhaled. The heads eyes flutter open suddenly, the nose and mouth begin to follow suit, waking up from beyond the grave.
"Fourteen men. They train hard. They want to become soldiers for my cause. Normally I'd be loathe to use slaughtered animals, but the artificial meat I normally use is far too limited for my needs. Besides, it's already dead now, isn't it?" He chuckles softly, then turns to Oris. "Oh, looks like they've already decided on what they want for their treat."
The head's eyes are pitch black, and it attempts to bite Angel until it sees Stigmata. It wheezes and hisses, but not in a hostile manner. "He's not very good... but he's family, isn't he?"
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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 know, just. sometimes.." she shrugs, kissing them
He sleeps with them, soundly.
"I feel a bit tired." he shrugs
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Time has put up a temporary shelf, and is organizing some hour glasses by length remaining
Dew is in his massage clinic, waiting for customers.
Aokiji is deep in thought, in a meditative pose. His jingasa rests in his lap
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"It is. Seeing a knight like yourself could encourage them. Would you like some refreshments, sir? We have barbecue, tea, and milk, but no alcohol I'm afraid. Drunk warriors who think they're the epitome of combat are... bad for business. You understand."
“I don’t like alcohol much, I’ve been sober for a while not, but I would like some tea, if you would be so kind, mighty warrior.” He bows to them deeply out of respect “Though I am barely a knight, more a wanderer who seeks to do good where he can.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright smile of his.
"Information, true or not, is a weapon sharper than any sword. You are a knight, Eithan, because I can prove it." He gets up and puts on the kettle. "I ended wars with trickery more than bloodshed, and I came out a hero. But we still need swords, don't we?" He chuckles softly. "I've lived for 2,000 years, and you humanoids still think power is the be-all end-all. Well, your leaders do. But either way, I'm glad we have people like you. Not pacifists, but people willing to be dangerous for the greater good."
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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.
"Again?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "What happened last time?"
"This is the natural state of all things, at least in the mind. I don't know its exact nature, but it could be an errant desire someone had to kill you, or maybe a fear that you might die."
*Apologies for the delay*
"Last time, a shard of an Elder Evil latched onto my soul and tried to make me its vessel." She explains as if this was a normal occurrence for her. "Don't worry, I got better."
"Fascinating... I don't know whether to be concerned or flattered." She holds the skull up to her face, examining its details. Stigmata can see that some of the Dark Energy of this place has seeped into her hands, staining her fingertips like ink.
"Sounds like a bad time. My sympathies. What happened to the Elder Evil?"
He wraps his fingers around her wrist, moving her hand in front of her face so she can see.
"Well, we ended up finding it another, less... occupied vessel, on the terms that it wouldn't try to hurt anyone. It's basically part of the family now."
She sees this, but does not seem surprised. "...Yes, I'm aware. Don't worry, it's not hurting me, and it... well, it probably won't spread. At least, not unless I go back into the Sea again."
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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)
"I know, just. sometimes.." she shrugs, kissing them
He sleeps with them, soundly.
"I feel a bit tired." he shrugs
*Fabulous.*
He sighs, kissing them back, “Tonya, I’m thankful every day for you, I’m sorry if I’m that way sometimes.”
(Good place to end that one if you want to.)
“Maybe you should lay in bed, and I’ll take care of you while the curse works through your body and is eventually, hopefully rejected.”
"You worry me with your hot-headedness... we just got here and you wanna challenge the gods."
(yes, want owt else?)
"I think thats a good idea.."
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"Sounds like a bad time. My sympathies. What happened to the Elder Evil?"
He wraps his fingers around her wrist, moving her hand in front of her face so she can see.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Students?" She questions, still kinda staring at the snake-cat but her eyes dart back to them "How many are we talking?"
Angel nods and picks up the head. Blueish-silvery magical energy seems to spring forth from their fingertips and into the head, like smoke being inhaled. The heads eyes flutter open suddenly, the nose and mouth begin to follow suit, waking up from beyond the grave.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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
She steps forward again, moving closer and closer like a cat sneaking up on prey.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It is. Seeing a knight like yourself could encourage them. Would you like some refreshments, sir? We have barbecue, tea, and milk, but no alcohol I'm afraid. Drunk warriors who think they're the epitome of combat are... bad for business. You understand."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I try. you don't always listen"
he nuzzles them, closing his eyes
"I would have." he holds their face, smiling
*what is Rag's nephews name?*
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He doesn’t notice them, the bile continuing to flow, burning into the ground like acid, the box slowly fading from his attire and weapon back to silver.
“I don’t like alcohol much, I’ve been sober for a while not, but I would like some tea, if you would be so kind, mighty warrior.” He bows to them deeply out of respect “Though I am barely a knight, more a wanderer who seeks to do good where he can.” He says, taking off his helmet, showing that bright smile of his.
*Thorfinn, I assume that’s who you’re talking about.*
He pulls her in closer with their horns, “I listen all the time, dear.”
He, for the first time in a long time, falls asleep.
She smiles back at them, “I don’t want to think about this anymore, do you want to do anything, dear?”
"Fourteen men. They train hard. They want to become soldiers for my cause. Normally I'd be loathe to use slaughtered animals, but the artificial meat I normally use is far too limited for my needs. Besides, it's already dead now, isn't it?" He chuckles softly, then turns to Oris. "Oh, looks like they've already decided on what they want for their treat."
The head's eyes are pitch black, and it attempts to bite Angel until it sees Stigmata. It wheezes and hisses, but not in a hostile manner. "He's not very good... but he's family, isn't he?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ave maria gratia plena*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*…Huh?*
*dominus tecum*
*benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, iesus*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh you’re speaking in Latin, I thought it was Italian for a second. Still have no idea what you’re saying, but I know the language.*
*thanks, Dragon family tree btw*
"I know, just. sometimes.." she shrugs, kissing them
He sleeps with them, soundly.
"I feel a bit tired." he shrugs
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S♡J
2-13-25
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S♡J
2-13-25
*Fabulous.*
He sighs, kissing them back, “Tonya, I’m thankful every day for you, I’m sorry if I’m that way sometimes.”
(Good place to end that one if you want to.)
“Maybe you should lay in bed, and I’ll take care of you while the curse works through your body and is eventually, hopefully rejected.”
"Information, true or not, is a weapon sharper than any sword. You are a knight, Eithan, because I can prove it." He gets up and puts on the kettle. "I ended wars with trickery more than bloodshed, and I came out a hero. But we still need swords, don't we?" He chuckles softly. "I've lived for 2,000 years, and you humanoids still think power is the be-all end-all. Well, your leaders do. But either way, I'm glad we have people like you. Not pacifists, but people willing to be dangerous for the greater good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, we ended up finding it another, less... occupied vessel, on the terms that it wouldn't try to hurt anyone. It's basically part of the family now."
She sees this, but does not seem surprised. "...Yes, I'm aware. Don't worry, it's not hurting me, and it... well, it probably won't spread. At least, not unless I go back into the Sea again."
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)
"You worry me with your hot-headedness... we just got here and you wanna challenge the gods."
(yes, want owt else?)
"I think thats a good idea.."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25