They all raise their hands, except for one. "Willing, right? Like, not that we want to fight, just that we would if we had to?"
“Wrong, if you had to fight me, you’ve already failed in some aspect. When I say willing, I mean even when there are other options, you are ready to take my life.” He says, looking at all the raised hands.
All the hands slowly lower. One stays up. "If The Verdict told me it would bring about a better world, I would fight you to the death without question." Some hesitant "yeahs" are spoken, but no one else raises their hand more than a few inches.
He looks over to the one that kept their hand raised, gesturing for them to come forward, “You do believe that? Good, we have one among you who has enough of a belief in the cause to lead. You are dangerous, because you are willing to die, remember that.” He says, smiling softly.
*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."
"Other way around. It's a symptom of evil, not the cause. I can't hate the things that crawl out, no matter how violent they are. After all, they're just like us: scared and angry, born into a world that hates them. Life is pain, and being a Nightmare amplifies all pains. They can taste trauma in the air, hundreds of years after it occurs."
"That sounds nice. But are you sure this place will accept you then? It is concentrated pain and evil... it is the antithesis of love. But maybe it'll still let you in. You'd be weaker as an Arteist, but you'd still be stronger than most." He thinks out loud. "Love is more important than this. Far more important, wouldn't you say?"
"Ah, I see... I don't know if that's better or worse." She responds, falling silent as she thinks for a while. "Hopefully they can find ways to be happy sometimes too. Non-destructive ways, I mean."
"Yes, without question. I'm intent on keeping my morality and love, regardless of what's offered in exchange. I won't make the same mistake she did." She responds. "If I'm going to become an Arteist, I'm going to make sure it's still me that comes back out of the Sea. And that I won't be leaving him behind."
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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)
All the hands slowly lower. One stays up. "If The Verdict told me it would bring about a better world, I would fight you to the death without question." Some hesitant "yeahs" are spoken, but no one else raises their hand more than a few inches.
He looks over to the one that kept their hand raised, gesturing for them to come forward, “You do believe that? Good, we have one among you who has enough of a belief in the cause to lead. You are dangerous, because you are willing to die, remember that.” He says, smiling softly.
He walks up, a grim determination in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He is older than the rest and covered in scars. Not battle scars, but from old beatings and lashings and wild beasts. "There is no point in living in this world as it stands. I want to either live in a better one, or die fighting for that dream."
The other thirteen look awed by his conviction.
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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.
All the hands slowly lower. One stays up. "If The Verdict told me it would bring about a better world, I would fight you to the death without question." Some hesitant "yeahs" are spoken, but no one else raises their hand more than a few inches.
He looks over to the one that kept their hand raised, gesturing for them to come forward, “You do believe that? Good, we have one among you who has enough of a belief in the cause to lead. You are dangerous, because you are willing to die, remember that.” He says, smiling softly.
He walks up, a grim determination in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He is older than the rest and covered in scars. Not battle scars, but from old beatings and lashings and wild beasts. "There is no point in living in this world as it stands. I want to either live in a better one, or die fighting for that dream."
The other thirteen look awed by his conviction.
He smiles at that even more, putting a hand on his shoulder before picking the blade out of the ground and placing it in front of them, “Please, prove it, pick up the blade and swing at me, you only have to do it once, and all you have to do is try and hit me. With your conviction proved, I will trust that you can lead these others once they’ve learned to truly fight as well.”
"Other way around. It's a symptom of evil, not the cause. I can't hate the things that crawl out, no matter how violent they are. After all, they're just like us: scared and angry, born into a world that hates them. Life is pain, and being a Nightmare amplifies all pains. They can taste trauma in the air, hundreds of years after it occurs."
"That sounds nice. But are you sure this place will accept you then? It is concentrated pain and evil... it is the antithesis of love. But maybe it'll still let you in. You'd be weaker as an Arteist, but you'd still be stronger than most." He thinks out loud. "Love is more important than this. Far more important, wouldn't you say?"
"Ah, I see... I don't know if that's better or worse." She responds, falling silent as she thinks for a while. "Hopefully they can find ways to be happy sometimes too. Non-destructive ways, I mean."
"Yes, without question. I'm intent on keeping my morality and love, regardless of what's offered in exchange. I won't make the same mistake she did." She responds. "If I'm going to become an Arteist, I'm going to make sure it's still me that comes back out of the Sea. And that I won't be leaving him behind."
"Well... they've found a way, but it isn't exactly safe."
"Well, you don't have to be Baptised to become an Arteist. You could accept a Nightmare as a familiar instead. One that could survive the real world, of course..."
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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.
"Well then, perhaps you could store it in my pantry. I'd prepare it for you, if you'd do the honor of... working for me. I'd get Thane off your back and you'd be able to keep eating. After all, a coup usually has corpses, doesn't it?"
"I don't know. I'll have to see."
"I-I suppose but it feels bad.. I am already a sinner, I broke two of the ten commandments.. Some part of me thinks I should let myself be rotting away in a prison for what I did.." She said, holding her head in her hands, as if blocking some sort of noise.
"Why did you want to show him to me?" He asked, fluffing his wings.
"Hmmm... then I will make arrangements for you." Oris looks disappointed. "I do hope you understand that God made you, and He loves you. You are not allowed to hurt His creations, unless there is no other option. I must leave." He snaps his fingers and Oris follows him. "Do well, Misha."
"Because... I like you. I wanted you to meet my family." He looks a bit sad.
She watches him leave before turning her gaze to the cross she had pinned on the wall. It belonged to her mother and was passed down to her. She rubbed her thumb against the already worn wood of her rosary.
"Well I am happy to meet them." He smiles "Even if they nip me."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You are very welcome to it. My body of work in the past was nothing good, and I want to change that in this new era." He takes the kettle off and puts a tiny grill on the mini stove in its place.
"Ahh yes, new era. Who is your friend?" he points to Oris
"Oris is a bestial spirit. They're strange, but they've been by my side since before I even picked up a sword. Beyond that, the what is neither known nor relevant."
He scratches Oris on the head.
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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.
"Other way around. It's a symptom of evil, not the cause. I can't hate the things that crawl out, no matter how violent they are. After all, they're just like us: scared and angry, born into a world that hates them. Life is pain, and being a Nightmare amplifies all pains. They can taste trauma in the air, hundreds of years after it occurs."
"That sounds nice. But are you sure this place will accept you then? It is concentrated pain and evil... it is the antithesis of love. But maybe it'll still let you in. You'd be weaker as an Arteist, but you'd still be stronger than most." He thinks out loud. "Love is more important than this. Far more important, wouldn't you say?"
"Ah, I see... I don't know if that's better or worse." She responds, falling silent as she thinks for a while. "Hopefully they can find ways to be happy sometimes too. Non-destructive ways, I mean."
"Yes, without question. I'm intent on keeping my morality and love, regardless of what's offered in exchange. I won't make the same mistake she did." She responds. "If I'm going to become an Arteist, I'm going to make sure it's still me that comes back out of the Sea. And that I won't be leaving him behind."
"Well... they've found a way, but it isn't exactly safe."
"Well, you don't have to be Baptised to become an Arteist. You could accept a Nightmare as a familiar instead. One that could survive the real world, of course..."
"What is it?" She asks with genuine curiosity, though it's in a more serious tone than before.
"'Look upon all you have done. There is no forgiveness.'" She mutters under her breath, remembering the Nightmare that Felix gave her. "...And what would that entail?"
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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 walks up, a grim determination in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He is older than the rest and covered in scars. Not battle scars, but from old beatings and lashings and wild beasts. "There is no point in living in this world as it stands. I want to either live in a better one, or die fighting for that dream."
The other thirteen look awed by his conviction.
He smiles at that even more, putting a hand on his shoulder before picking the blade out of the ground and placing it in front of them, “Please, prove it, pick up the blade and swing at me, you only have to do it once, and all you have to do is try and hit me. With your conviction proved, I will trust that you can lead these others once they’ve learned to truly fight as well.”
As soon as he is told to do so, he picks up the sword and assumes a fighting stance. He analyzes Eithan for just a moment, then swings wide in an attempt to maximize potential hit locations.
To Hit: 10 (he's not proficient in martial weapons and has a +1 to STR. Not even level one.)
Half-way through the swing, he thrusts directly at Eithan's stomach.
To Hit: 3
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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 walks up, a grim determination in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He is older than the rest and covered in scars. Not battle scars, but from old beatings and lashings and wild beasts. "There is no point in living in this world as it stands. I want to either live in a better one, or die fighting for that dream."
The other thirteen look awed by his conviction.
He smiles at that even more, putting a hand on his shoulder before picking the blade out of the ground and placing it in front of them, “Please, prove it, pick up the blade and swing at me, you only have to do it once, and all you have to do is try and hit me. With your conviction proved, I will trust that you can lead these others once they’ve learned to truly fight as well.”
As soon as he is told to do so, he picks up the sword and assumes a fighting stance. He analyzes Eithan for just a moment, then swings wide in an attempt to maximize potential hit locations.
To Hit: 6 (he's not proficient in martial weapons and has a +1 to STR. Not even level one.)
Half-way through the swing, he thrusts directly at Eithan's stomach.
To Hit: 20
The moment he swings each time, he catches the blade with his armored hand, before pushing the blade to the ground “And there we have it, someone willing to kill to prove their beliefs, in the right hands, you are someone capable of taking down nations. A fanatic if handled poorly.”
He looks over to the one that kept their hand raised, gesturing for them to come forward, “You do believe that? Good, we have one among you who has enough of a belief in the cause to lead. You are dangerous, because you are willing to die, remember that.” He says, smiling softly.
"Ah, I see... I don't know if that's better or worse." She responds, falling silent as she thinks for a while. "Hopefully they can find ways to be happy sometimes too. Non-destructive ways, I mean."
"Yes, without question. I'm intent on keeping my morality and love, regardless of what's offered in exchange. I won't make the same mistake she did." She responds. "If I'm going to become an Arteist, I'm going to make sure it's still me that comes back out of the Sea. And that I won't be leaving him behind."
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)
*don’t worry, I’ll lend you some pixie dust. Do you have enough faith and trust, dear?*
He snaps his fingers the blunt lighting as he goes back to cleaning, “Love you too.”
She rubs their head, letting them fall asleep in her arms.
She sighs as she lets them, the small bit of stress that has built back up disappearing quickly.
He walks up, a grim determination in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He is older than the rest and covered in scars. Not battle scars, but from old beatings and lashings and wild beasts. "There is no point in living in this world as it stands. I want to either live in a better one, or die fighting for that dream."
The other thirteen look awed by his conviction.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles at that even more, putting a hand on his shoulder before picking the blade out of the ground and placing it in front of them, “Please, prove it, pick up the blade and swing at me, you only have to do it once, and all you have to do is try and hit me. With your conviction proved, I will trust that you can lead these others once they’ve learned to truly fight as well.”
"Well... they've found a way, but it isn't exactly safe."
"Well, you don't have to be Baptised to become an Arteist. You could accept a Nightmare as a familiar instead. One that could survive the real world, of course..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She watches him leave before turning her gaze to the cross she had pinned on the wall. It belonged to her mother and was passed down to her. She rubbed her thumb against the already worn wood of her rosary.
"Well I am happy to meet them." He smiles "Even if they nip me."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oris is a bestial spirit. They're strange, but they've been by my side since before I even picked up a sword. Beyond that, the what is neither known nor relevant."
He scratches Oris on the head.
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 Salem. Saphuno.*
“Nope, let my adrenaline run out, and then you can help.”
“You… you’re my friend… I trust you, and like you, you’re great.”
"What is it?" She asks with genuine curiosity, though it's in a more serious tone than before.
"'Look upon all you have done. There is no forgiveness.'" She mutters under her breath, remembering the Nightmare that Felix gave her. "...And what would that entail?"
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)
As soon as he is told to do so, he picks up the sword and assumes a fighting stance. He analyzes Eithan for just a moment, then swings wide in an attempt to maximize potential hit locations.
To Hit: 10 (he's not proficient in martial weapons and has a +1 to STR. Not even level one.)
Half-way through the swing, he thrusts directly at Eithan's stomach.
To Hit: 3
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The moment he swings each time, he catches the blade with his armored hand, before pushing the blade to the ground “And there we have it, someone willing to kill to prove their beliefs, in the right hands, you are someone capable of taking down nations. A fanatic if handled poorly.”
He does what he can, picking up things and mopping before collapsing back onto the couch.
She crawls over to be face to face with them, smiling back, “Okay… I wish I could do something for you in return.”
Damian watches, he’s definitely jealous though he wouldn’t say this he is for a moment.
*not gonna be on enough to rp rn, but I can be back at like 10:50 or smth :3*
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.