"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."
He sighs, shaking his head and smiling at them, “I do what I can, because that’s all that I can do. The greater good is what all should shrive for, but that can never be the case. Thank you for your words, they mean as much as they could mean to me, I’ll try to live up to your expectations of me.” He says, walking closer to watch the students work, kneeling next to Oris.
"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."
"That's nice. Strange, but nice." He pulls out what looks like a red video tape and pulls out the identically colored film within. "Could you help me nail this up? It'll keep weaker monsters from coming through while we try and get this managed."
He nods, then turns her hand over, showing that her nails are pointed and painted with finely detailed images of her Schisms. "The darkness is malleable."
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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.
"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."
"That's nice. Strange, but nice." He pulls out what looks like a red video tape and pulls out the identically colored film within. "Could you help me nail this up? It'll keep weaker monsters from coming through while we try and get this managed."
He nods, then turns her hand over, showing that her nails are pointed and painted with finely detailed images of her Schisms. "The darkness is malleable."
*Uh oh... is KK going to end up trapped at the Beach?*
"Sure- just tell me where to place it, and I'll get it set up." She responds, not really understanding what's going on with this strange portal but understanding the importance of closing it soon.
Only now does she seem surprised, looking closer at her nails. There is no fear or despair on her face- only a mixture of curiosity and maddened glee. "How does one shape it, then?"
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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)
"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."
He sighs, shaking his head and smiling at them, “I do what I can, because that’s all that I can do. The greater good is what all should shrive for, but that can never be the case. Thank you for your words, they mean as much as they could mean to me, I’ll try to live up to your expectations of me.” He says, walking closer to watch the students work, kneeling next to Oris.
"That's very kind of you." He brings Eithan a cup of tea. "You haven't disappointed yet. But your double leaves your usefulness... less than optimal. Besides, I think you'd be better trying to live up to your own expectations. After all, a soldier follows orders, and I couldn't imagine giving you orders. Please, enjoy your time here. And for the time being, we are equals." Oris rubs up against Eithan, snuggling him relentlessly.
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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.
There is a faint shuffle of fabric as Baegoji sits down across from him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, shaking his head and smiling at them, “I do what I can, because that’s all that I can do. The greater good is what all should shrive for, but that can never be the case. Thank you for your words, they mean as much as they could mean to me, I’ll try to live up to your expectations of me.” He says, walking closer to watch the students work, kneeling next to Oris.
*where's time at?*
Loriche knocks on the door.
Riotan is leaning over him to be an annoyance, debating whether or not he should do any manual decapitation.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem, of course I do, and it’s my turn to pick, so Dew.*
He sighs, putting a hand on her face, looking into her eyes, “I’ll try not to be, dear. I’ll try to be calmer, less headstrong.”
She licks them up, putting their head in her chest as she carries them to their lavish bedroom.
"That's nice. Strange, but nice." He pulls out what looks like a red video tape and pulls out the identically colored film within. "Could you help me nail this up? It'll keep weaker monsters from coming through while we try and get this managed."
He nods, then turns her hand over, showing that her nails are pointed and painted with finely detailed images of her Schisms. "The darkness is malleable."
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 so much more!” He says back, kissing her again, enjoying the moment as he taps one of his feet.
She climbs into the bed, leading them to the center before putting them down.
Camilla slowly and silently makes her way their direction, she seems to be shivering violently for come reason.
Thirteen enters, carrying a pile of tomes and scrolls.
"Hi! I made something that might be useful for you."
"I've been told." He grins.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Uh oh... is KK going to end up trapped at the Beach?*
"Sure- just tell me where to place it, and I'll get it set up." She responds, not really understanding what's going on with this strange portal but understanding the importance of closing it soon.
Only now does she seem surprised, looking closer at her nails. There is no fear or despair on her face- only a mixture of curiosity and maddened glee. "How does one shape it, then?"
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)
"That's very kind of you." He brings Eithan a cup of tea. "You haven't disappointed yet. But your double leaves your usefulness... less than optimal. Besides, I think you'd be better trying to live up to your own expectations. After all, a soldier follows orders, and I couldn't imagine giving you orders. Please, enjoy your time here. And for the time being, we are equals." Oris rubs up against Eithan, snuggling him relentlessly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He hugs them tightly, wrapping them in his arms, “If we are going to stay here, we should get a room at this tavern.”
She kisses them before getting up, “I’ll go get you something to drink, dear.”
She pulls up some of the cloth, to reveal underneath, there is a bite made by something large, that took out a chunk of her flesh.
"You too, friend. Would you like some tea? Incense? Anything?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Kind of you to say. I presume that's to do with my age dissonance?"
She holds out a small wrapped parcel for him. "Good to see you too!"
"Your temptations are flattering, but I'm engaged."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.