He smiles as Oris slides into his lap. "I'm glad." He pours a cup of tea for Aokiji. "I try to be honest with people that I like. Because if you spend time with someone, they will find out that you lied. I isolated myself for centuries in the study of diplomacy, and I have to say I'm much better at misinformation. But diplomacy is much more important a skill in peacetime."
He takes it, letting it steep and warm his paws. "Well, I will be honest as well. I enjoy your presence, your mannerisms remind me of my own people, and our similar deities helps that as well."
He laughs softly. "What were your people like, Ao? If you are comfortable with reliving your glory days, that is."
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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 raises an eyebrow, reaching farther down with his hand, “If you want to, dear, I’m certainly not opposed.”
She looks over to them before nodding, going back to the library to get the microscope.
She shrinks away from their raised voice, making a nearly inaudible noise as she looks back down at the ground, “Y-yes sir… okay…” She takes what he said as if it were an order.
(PM?)
When she returns, he gets prepared.
His voice was only slightly louder than speaking volume, but still a signifiicant moment. he sniffles, patting their head with a pad. "I'm sorry.. I was, and knew people, in a similar situation.. it hurts me to see it.."
*If you want to, sure. Want anyone else?*
She sets down the microscope, giving them all the time they need, pulling out a syringe for extracting the blood.
She shivers once again at their touch, leaning a bit away from them now, closing her eyes as she quivers, muttering something to herself as she wraps herself tightly back up in the clothes.
*ehh not anymore. Uhh give me Don*
He gives them his arm.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to upset you.." he seems more downtrodden than her.
*Of course, it’s all good buddy, man.*
Don has come back from another job, putting away his blade once he’s finished, putting where they would put umbrellas before falling onto the couch.
She extracts the amount of blood needed before putting in the microscope and looking inside.
She closes her eyes to keep herself from seemingly crying. After a few moments she calms down, “I’m… I’m sorry…”
He smiles as Oris slides into his lap. "I'm glad." He pours a cup of tea for Aokiji. "I try to be honest with people that I like. Because if you spend time with someone, they will find out that you lied. I isolated myself for centuries in the study of diplomacy, and I have to say I'm much better at misinformation. But diplomacy is much more important a skill in peacetime."
He takes it, letting it steep and warm his paws. "Well, I will be honest as well. I enjoy your presence, your mannerisms remind me of my own people, and our similar deities helps that as well."
He laughs softly. "What were your people like, Ao? If you are comfortable with reliving your glory days, that is."
"My people were solitary and obedient to our God. Not much different than any other people. Though they were wonderful artisans and smiths. I bear the last, and the strongest, sword and armor they forged."
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"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?"
"A treat?" she asks, walking over to where Oris stares into the glass and at the cuts of long pig. She crouches down, staring at it as well, "You want that?" she asks them.
"Family to you?" Angel asks, giving the head back to Stigmata.
Oris squeaks. Baegoji nods. "We've always had a fascination with... pragmatic cuisine. Unless you are saving it for yourself, in which case I could suggest some recipes." He lowers his glasses, revealing his strange, glowing, bloodred eyes. "If you're interested."
He takes it and cradles it. "He's my brother. It's so rare that they survive the Beach, let alone escape it."
"O-Oh, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.. A man is already after me, it seems, deeming me a possible suspect," she said, wringing her hands.
"Intresting. You grew from this state?" He asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You too, Omori." He stares at it with her. "I'm not actually qualified to attempt a closure. That tape is basically fly paper for Nightmares, though, so we should be... fine. Not much better or worse than that."
"It's fun, isn't it? All the horrors in the world at your disposal..." He starts dancing again, the bodies moaning in pain beneath him. "And none of them can do a thing about it."
"That's good- I don't think this place needs to get any scarier anytime soon." She says, shivering at the thought.
"All the horrors in the world..." She repeats to herself, walking over towards him. "Maybe with this, I can help add to the list. Make better horrors- more frightening ones. Then, the Fair would generate more Dark Energy. Which I could use to make even better monsters... All the creative freedom, no actual harm done... it's perfect."
*Reading those two interactions beside each other made me laugh*
"I guess. I've seen worse. The place where this leads is the landing place for every evil ever dreamt up by the sinners who inhabit this earth. Sometimes, they live long enough to escape. It's my job to kill them before they reproduce."
He chuckles. "There are many who try to do the same, but it's rare that they have the talent that you display. But of course, you'll need a Baptism to truly do your art justice." He gestures to the water. "What goes into the work determines what comes out, after all."
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.
She is right near him at this point, mere feet from his being. She gently reaches out and touches his shoulder.
The moment they make contact, he reaching up with lightning speed, his hand wrapping around her wrist with crushing strength before he sees its Misha, stopping himself.
When he pulls away, he finds her wrist has been crushed like porcelain, yet she doesn't seem to cry, scream, anything resembling pain She just watches her own limp wrist flop over like a wet fish.
He looks at them, despite the concern on his face his eyes are unfocused, before looking down at his own hands. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, and he collapses to the ground, looking down at the grass.
She watches her limp wrist for a moment before the bones crack sickeningly, repairing themselves as they rebuild bit by bit. She drops down beside him, watching him.
He just looks at the ground, his eyes wet with tears that drink into the acidic bile and sizzle as he begins to speak, his voice dry and tired “I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry…” He says, looking over to them for a moment.
"I am fine.. Nothing to be sorry over." she said softly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Indeed. But now is the long game." He takes a sip of his own tea as Oris gets the zoomies and begins to run around, possibly in protest.
The 14 students are incredibly green, but are putting in a ton of effort. They truly believe in what they're going to be fighting for, although Eithan can tell that none of them want to actually fight.
He watches the students, noticing that the students don’t want to truly fight “I assume, based on your experience that you can tell these kids don’t want to fight, even if they believe in the cause. They are afraid of getting hurt, you are raising a bunch of talkers, not fighters, and with that, may I be allowed to do something?”
"Do what you see as necessary." He turns away and heads inside to get something.
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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 raises an eyebrow, reaching farther down with his hand, “If you want to, dear, I’m certainly not opposed.”
She looks over to them before nodding, going back to the library to get the microscope.
She shrinks away from their raised voice, making a nearly inaudible noise as she looks back down at the ground, “Y-yes sir… okay…” She takes what he said as if it were an order.
(PM?)
When she returns, he gets prepared.
His voice was only slightly louder than speaking volume, but still a signifiicant moment. he sniffles, patting their head with a pad. "I'm sorry.. I was, and knew people, in a similar situation.. it hurts me to see it.."
*If you want to, sure. Want anyone else?*
She sets down the microscope, giving them all the time they need, pulling out a syringe for extracting the blood.
She shivers once again at their touch, leaning a bit away from them now, closing her eyes as she quivers, muttering something to herself as she wraps herself tightly back up in the clothes.
*ehh not anymore. Uhh give me Don*
He gives them his arm.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to upset you.." he seems more downtrodden than her.
*Of course, it’s all good buddy, man.*
Don has come back from another job, putting away his blade once he’s finished, putting where they would put umbrellas before falling onto the couch.
She extracts the amount of blood needed before putting in the microscope and looking inside.
She closes her eyes to keep herself from seemingly crying. After a few moments she calms down, “I’m… I’m sorry…”
Zephyr is sat on the other end, passed out from keefing
She sees his blood fighting the crimson curse.
"I am too.." he sighs, laying back down in the flowers.
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"Indeed. But now is the long game." He takes a sip of his own tea as Oris gets the zoomies and begins to run around, possibly in protest.
The 14 students are incredibly green, but are putting in a ton of effort. They truly believe in what they're going to be fighting for, although Eithan can tell that none of them want to actually fight.
He watches the students, noticing that the students don’t want to truly fight “I assume, based on your experience that you can tell these kids don’t want to fight, even if they believe in the cause. They are afraid of getting hurt, you are raising a bunch of talkers, not fighters, and with that, may I be allowed to do something?”
"Do what you see as necessary." He turns away and heads inside to get something.
He walks in front of the group, sticking his blade into the ground as he looks at all of them, “Hello, class. I will be taking over your teaching for a small time. I am Eithan, nice to meet all of you.” He bows in front of them.
He laughs softly. "What were your people like, Ao? If you are comfortable with reliving your glory days, that is."
"My people were solitary and obedient to our God. Not much different than any other people. Though they were wonderful artisans and smiths. I bear the last, and the strongest, sword and armor they forged."
"Impressive. But neither swords nor armor interest me. They are hard and sharp and uncomfortable in nearly all cases. I see the appeal, but power is no longer my focus. Comfort is. And speaking of which, would you care for some food to go with that tea?"
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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.
Oris squeaks. Baegoji nods. "We've always had a fascination with... pragmatic cuisine. Unless you are saving it for yourself, in which case I could suggest some recipes." He lowers his glasses, revealing his strange, glowing, bloodred eyes. "If you're interested."
He takes it and cradles it. "He's my brother. It's so rare that they survive the Beach, let alone escape it."
"O-Oh, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.. A man is already after me, it seems, deeming me a possible suspect," she said, wringing her hands.
"Intresting. You grew from this state?" He asked.
"Shame he'll be running out of evidence soon, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckles softly. "I can help you this time around, but you'll have to sell me that full-fat incrimination you've got on your hands."
"No, not quite. We come in myriad forms. This is all he his, and likely all he will be." He rocks the head, and its eyes slowly close as it falls asleep. "I have a place in the homeless shelter. I think I'll put him on a shelf there and feed him oats."
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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.
"Do what you see as necessary." He turns away and heads inside to get something.
He walks in front of the group, sticking his blade into the ground as he looks at all of them, “Hello, class. I will be taking over your teaching for a small time. I am Eithan, nice to meet all of you.” He bows in front of them.
They all bow in unison, although some bow slower or faster than others because of their physiques.
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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.
Oris squeaks. Baegoji nods. "We've always had a fascination with... pragmatic cuisine. Unless you are saving it for yourself, in which case I could suggest some recipes." He lowers his glasses, revealing his strange, glowing, bloodred eyes. "If you're interested."
He takes it and cradles it. "He's my brother. It's so rare that they survive the Beach, let alone escape it."
"O-Oh, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.. A man is already after me, it seems, deeming me a possible suspect," she said, wringing her hands.
"Intresting. You grew from this state?" He asked.
"Shame he'll be running out of evidence soon, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckles softly. "I can help you this time around, but you'll have to sell me that full-fat incrimination you've got on your hands."
"No, not quite. We come in myriad forms. This is all he his, and likely all he will be." He rocks the head, and its eyes slowly close as it falls asleep. "I have a place in the homeless shelter. I think I'll put him on a shelf there and feed him oats."
She taps her fingers against the glass "I still need some... it's all I can eat nowadays it seems.." She says softly.
"Does he like oats?" Angel asks.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He decides not to wake them, he’s still got adrenaline pumping through his veins from work, so he decides to start cleaning around the home.
She looks relieved, though she’s worried it might still lose, but it content enough to calm down, sitting back down.
She silently climbs on top of them, and curls up into their fluff.
On his own, he wakes up, groggy from the high. "baaaabe?"
"See? I'm fine." he kisses her cheek
"Get cozy, friend.. I'm sorry for yelling.."
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"Do what you see as necessary." He turns away and heads inside to get something.
He walks in front of the group, sticking his blade into the ground as he looks at all of them, “Hello, class. I will be taking over your teaching for a small time. I am Eithan, nice to meet all of you.” He bows in front of them.
They all bow in unison, although some bow slower or faster than others because of their physiques.
He rolls his shoulders as he puts his helmet down on top of the hilt of his blade, “I know there are very few of you who have an actual want to fight, and that is good, but not entirely. Raise a hand if you are willing to fight me, and I will know if you are lying.” He says with a friendly smile.
"You too, Omori." He stares at it with her. "I'm not actually qualified to attempt a closure. That tape is basically fly paper for Nightmares, though, so we should be... fine. Not much better or worse than that."
"It's fun, isn't it? All the horrors in the world at your disposal..." He starts dancing again, the bodies moaning in pain beneath him. "And none of them can do a thing about it."
"That's good- I don't think this place needs to get any scarier anytime soon." She says, shivering at the thought.
"All the horrors in the world..." She repeats to herself, walking over towards him. "Maybe with this, I can help add to the list. Make better horrors- more frightening ones. Then, the Fair would generate more Dark Energy. Which I could use to make even better monsters... All the creative freedom, no actual harm done... it's perfect."
*Reading those two interactions beside each other made me laugh*
"I guess. I've seen worse. The place where this leads is the landing place for every evil ever dreamt up by the sinners who inhabit this earth. Sometimes, they live long enough to escape. It's my job to kill them before they reproduce."
He chuckles. "There are many who try to do the same, but it's rare that they have the talent that you display. But of course, you'll need a Baptism to truly do your art justice." He gestures to the water. "What goes into the work determines what comes out, after all."
*Omori just wants there to not be some new horrific thing happening for, like, 5 minutes- meanwhile, KK is like "I have created the Torment Nexus from the iconic "Please Don't Make The Torment Nexus."*
"Sounds like a really important job." She replies. "...So that's where it all came from, huh? Every villain, every monster... all from in there?"
She looks to the water, taking a step towards the Sea... but stops. "Not yet." She says, stepping back from the embrace of the unfathomable. "I'm not ready yet. There's something I must do first- I've yet to marry the love of my life. Once I do, we'll return here together, and then we'll be ready."
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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.
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He laughs softly. "What were your people like, Ao? If you are comfortable with reliving your glory days, that is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Of course, it’s all good buddy, man.*
Don has come back from another job, putting away his blade once he’s finished, putting where they would put umbrellas before falling onto the couch.
She extracts the amount of blood needed before putting in the microscope and looking inside.
She closes her eyes to keep herself from seemingly crying. After a few moments she calms down, “I’m… I’m sorry…”
"My people were solitary and obedient to our God. Not much different than any other people. Though they were wonderful artisans and smiths. I bear the last, and the strongest, sword and armor they forged."
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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
"O-Oh, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.. A man is already after me, it seems, deeming me a possible suspect," she said, wringing her hands.
"Intresting. You grew from this state?" He asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Reading those two interactions beside each other made me laugh*
"I guess. I've seen worse. The place where this leads is the landing place for every evil ever dreamt up by the sinners who inhabit this earth. Sometimes, they live long enough to escape. It's my job to kill them before they reproduce."
He chuckles. "There are many who try to do the same, but it's rare that they have the talent that you display. But of course, you'll need a Baptism to truly do your art justice." He gestures to the water. "What goes into the work determines what comes out, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am fine.. Nothing to be sorry over." she said softly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Do what you see as necessary." He turns away and heads inside to get something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Wendi.*
He just, wobbles there for a moment, before falling onto his back, closing his eyes, “They… I…” Unable to put a sentence together.
Zephyr is sat on the other end, passed out from keefing
She sees his blood fighting the crimson curse.
"I am too.." he sighs, laying back down in the flowers.
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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
He walks in front of the group, sticking his blade into the ground as he looks at all of them, “Hello, class. I will be taking over your teaching for a small time. I am Eithan, nice to meet all of you.” He bows in front of them.
*Cut for Salem.*
He decides not to wake them, he’s still got adrenaline pumping through his veins from work, so he decides to start cleaning around the home.
She looks relieved, though she’s worried it might still lose, but it content enough to calm down, sitting back down.
She silently climbs on top of them, and curls up into their fluff.
"Impressive. But neither swords nor armor interest me. They are hard and sharp and uncomfortable in nearly all cases. I see the appeal, but power is no longer my focus. Comfort is. And speaking of which, would you care for some food to go with that tea?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Lycanthropes. Sorry, I oughtn't correct you unnecessarily."
"The point of a favor is you do it without needing or asking for a reward. I'm completely and entirely fine."
"Yep."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Shame he'll be running out of evidence soon, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckles softly. "I can help you this time around, but you'll have to sell me that full-fat incrimination you've got on your hands."
"No, not quite. We come in myriad forms. This is all he his, and likely all he will be." He rocks the head, and its eyes slowly close as it falls asleep. "I have a place in the homeless shelter. I think I'll put him on a shelf there and feed him oats."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They all bow in unison, although some bow slower or faster than others because of their physiques.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She gently hugs them, her touch incredibly soft as not to disturb him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She taps her fingers against the glass "I still need some... it's all I can eat nowadays it seems.." She says softly.
"Does he like oats?" Angel asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
On his own, he wakes up, groggy from the high. "baaaabe?"
"See? I'm fine." he kisses her cheek
"Get cozy, friend.. I'm sorry for yelling.."
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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
He rolls his shoulders as he puts his helmet down on top of the hilt of his blade, “I know there are very few of you who have an actual want to fight, and that is good, but not entirely. Raise a hand if you are willing to fight me, and I will know if you are lying.” He says with a friendly smile.
*Omori just wants there to not be some new horrific thing happening for, like, 5 minutes- meanwhile, KK is like "I have created the Torment Nexus from the iconic "Please Don't Make The Torment Nexus."*
"Sounds like a really important job." She replies. "...So that's where it all came from, huh? Every villain, every monster... all from in there?"
She looks to the water, taking a step towards the Sea... but stops. "Not yet." She says, stepping back from the embrace of the unfathomable. "I'm not ready yet. There's something I must do first- I've yet to marry the love of my life. Once I do, we'll return here together, and then we'll be ready."
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)