Prospero is shaken. "I'm... sorry." He struggles to think of a response to the new information. "I don't hate them. I think cruelty is a symptom of not being able to adapt to a cruel world."
“You have no need to apologize, I may be blind, but I know a good person when I meet one. You should continue with what you have been doing, follow your heart and all of that.” He chuckles weakly.
Prospero kind of withers a bit. Another voice speaks from nearby. "The boy is fragile." It sounds like an old woman. "He always lets his heart guide him. Big, soft, and tender. Can't even bring himself to boil up his enemies, gut them, rip them to pieces."
Having little better to do and possibly having some kind of a lead, he elects to check the place out.
“You can, don’t worry.” He smiles at her. “How’ve you been?”
“Who are you?”
Said place is in a clearing, and is a large, cozy looking building
"Sluggish until now, I'm glad spring is here."
"Mother Time. You?" she sets the hour glass on top of the nameplate
He enters, a bit wary.
“Really? How come?”
“I’m Loriche… How’d you get down here?”
He comes into a waiting room, with a 20 foot tall Marten behind the desk, resting his eyes.
"The weather's nicer." she shrugs
"I'm made of sand."
“Well. I appreciate the literal advertising.”
“Fair enough.”
“oh… okay.”
The Marten smiles. "Welcome in! Sorry, i'm.. not really creative. My name is Dew, and I'm a masseuse and chiropractor." His voice is quieter than youd expect for someone so big
"How've you been, Mauric?" she stretches a bit
"Am I intruding?"
“You needn’t apologize. I just received an advertisement amid my files and I was curious as to how it came there.”
“Good! So far, this year’s been alright for us.”
“No, not really…” She shrugs. “You’re Time, you say?”
"I... don't really know. I hung the flyers, but that's about it. Would you be interested in a session?"
"Who's.. us?" she tilts her head.
"Mistress Time, Mother Time, The Endless River.. Yes, why?"
“…probably not today, but thank you. How’s your business been so far?”
“Me and Nick.”
“I dunno. Time is just differently thought of when it comes to minotaurs, I guess.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs, leaning into the kiss and lying down next to them, “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did, sorry, love you. Wanna do anything today?”
She stands back up, waving goodbye “It was nice meeting you, have a good day.”
He feels where he was once hurt, before smiling a little bit “Thanks, saved me from a talking to.” He chuckles, “There shouldn’t be anymore infernals today, but if you see any, stop them or find me.”
She pulls him to lay on her. "Love you too.. how about a massage?"
He walks off to Aspen. (good end? owt else?)
"a'course. See ya round." (here, too?)
*Yep, I’ll take Zephyr and Tonya.*
“A massage? I wouldn’t be against one, a spa day sounds fun.” He grins, lying across her as much as he can, though he’s a short stack.
She runs a claw down his back. "Wonderful."
Tonya is writing on a scroll, music
Zephyr is tending to the kush
He shivers, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment with them.
Gin (the guy I didn’t think of a name for) comes up behind them, hugging them tightly.
Don walks out of the blood sea, taking off his shirt and wringing it out.
"You know.. it is spring.."
"Mmmm, hello my love" she smiles, holding his arms
"Still cant swim yet?"
“Oh? Is it?” He says, making his way up to her face, smirking.
“Hello, my dear, I apologize for sleeping in. How are you this morning?” He asks, leaning his head next to hers to kiss her cheek.
“I’m learning, didn’t immediately sink to the bottom this time.”
"Indeed it is, and it's the season." she presses her nose to his
"I'm alright. I saw one of the gods." she leans her head to his
"Wonderous! Glad to hear you're progressing."
He smiles, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips, “Looks like Spring is my favorite season then.”
Their horns lock together, “Oh you did? What did they look like, dear?”
“How are you doing today, my love?” He asks, walking over.
He sighs in anger, then flops down, refusing to move.
"The Beach. It's where I was born. You walk upon my siblings. It is a mass grave for those who never had a chance."
Rio lifts his foot off the tail. “Well, I feel good about myself now. Thanks for the snack.”
”…oh God. I’m… I’m sorry.”
He doesn't respond, just lying there. *Demon Lord vs child: it goes exactly as expected*
"Don't be. There's nowhere else to walk, is there?" He hangs his head. "So many Nightmares... we're born of evil, you know. The evil of you people. What right have you to murder your own children?" He's not directly addressing her, or even her species, but just... everyone.
He sighs in anger, then flops down, refusing to move.
"The Beach. It's where I was born. You walk upon my siblings. It is a mass grave for those who never had a chance."
Rio lifts his foot off the tail. “Well, I feel good about myself now. Thanks for the snack.”
”…oh God. I’m… I’m sorry.”
He doesn't respond, just lying there. *Demon Lord vs child: it goes exactly as expected*
"Don't be. There's nowhere else to walk, is there?" He hangs his head. "So many Nightmares... we're born of evil, you know. The evil of you people. What right have you to murder your own children?" He's not directly addressing her, or even her species, but just... everyone.
“Bye, kid. Hopefully this moment makes the others nicer.” Rio heads off to go find something else to do.
“Who are you?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Prospero is shaken. "I'm... sorry." He struggles to think of a response to the new information. "I don't hate them. I think cruelty is a symptom of not being able to adapt to a cruel world."
“You have no need to apologize, I may be blind, but I know a good person when I meet one. You should continue with what you have been doing, follow your heart and all of that.” He chuckles weakly.
Prospero kind of withers a bit. Another voice speaks from nearby. "The boy is fragile." It sounds like an old woman. "He always lets his heart guide him. Big, soft, and tender. Can't even bring himself to boil up his enemies, gut them, rip them to pieces."
“A strong heart makes a strong will, willing to do what what is necessary at the end of the day for those who deserve protecting. He’s a hero in the making.” He turns to the voice, though he wouldn’t be able to see them, smiling softly and bowing his head respectfully.
Having little better to do and possibly having some kind of a lead, he elects to check the place out.
“You can, don’t worry.” He smiles at her. “How’ve you been?”
“Who are you?”
Said place is in a clearing, and is a large, cozy looking building
"Sluggish until now, I'm glad spring is here."
"Mother Time. You?" she sets the hour glass on top of the nameplate
He enters, a bit wary.
“Really? How come?”
“I’m Loriche… How’d you get down here?”
He comes into a waiting room, with a 20 foot tall Marten behind the desk, resting his eyes.
"The weather's nicer." she shrugs
"I'm made of sand."
“Well. I appreciate the literal advertising.”
“Fair enough.”
“oh… okay.”
The Marten smiles. "Welcome in! Sorry, i'm.. not really creative. My name is Dew, and I'm a masseuse and chiropractor." His voice is quieter than youd expect for someone so big
"How've you been, Mauric?" she stretches a bit
"Am I intruding?"
“You needn’t apologize. I just received an advertisement amid my files and I was curious as to how it came there.”
“Good! So far, this year’s been alright for us.”
“No, not really…” She shrugs. “You’re Time, you say?”
"I... don't really know. I hung the flyers, but that's about it. Would you be interested in a session?"
"Who's.. us?" she tilts her head.
"Mistress Time, Mother Time, The Endless River.. Yes, why?"
“…probably not today, but thank you. How’s your business been so far?”
“Me and Nick.”
“I dunno. Time is just differently thought of when it comes to minotaurs, I guess.”
"Good enough." he smiles.
"Oh, well good." she yawns
"Well, I'm Time, and Time is Me. No ifs ands or buts about it."
“By the way, you haven’t seen any lanky shadows clad in ivory masks and ebony chains, have you?”
“How’s Domino?”
“What does that… entail?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sorry I kept missing this- its busy. Uhh, whoever is fine*
Skwasniec (wingless brown wyrmling) is grumbling and lying in the summer part of Aspen, trying to soak up some warmth and get his mind off being bullied.
He doesn't respond, just lying there. *Demon Lord vs child: it goes exactly as expected*
"Don't be. There's nowhere else to walk, is there?" He hangs his head. "So many Nightmares... we're born of evil, you know. The evil of you people. What right have you to murder your own children?" He's not directly addressing her, or even her species, but just... everyone.
“Bye, kid. Hopefully this moment makes the others nicer.” Rio heads off to go find something else to do.
“Who are you?”
"My name is Stigmata. I'm no one of importance. Just the guy who plans on ripping out the foundations of humanoid society."
He sighs, leaning into the kiss and lying down next to them, “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did, sorry, love you. Wanna do anything today?”
She stands back up, waving goodbye “It was nice meeting you, have a good day.”
He feels where he was once hurt, before smiling a little bit “Thanks, saved me from a talking to.” He chuckles, “There shouldn’t be anymore infernals today, but if you see any, stop them or find me.”
She pulls him to lay on her. "Love you too.. how about a massage?"
He walks off to Aspen. (good end? owt else?)
"a'course. See ya round." (here, too?)
*Yep, I’ll take Zephyr and Tonya.*
“A massage? I wouldn’t be against one, a spa day sounds fun.” He grins, lying across her as much as he can, though he’s a short stack.
She runs a claw down his back. "Wonderful."
Tonya is writing on a scroll, music
Zephyr is tending to the kush
He shivers, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment with them.
Gin (the guy I didn’t think of a name for) comes up behind them, hugging them tightly.
Don walks out of the blood sea, taking off his shirt and wringing it out.
"You know.. it is spring.."
"Mmmm, hello my love" she smiles, holding his arms
"Still cant swim yet?"
“Oh? Is it?” He says, making his way up to her face, smirking.
“Hello, my dear, I apologize for sleeping in. How are you this morning?” He asks, leaning his head next to hers to kiss her cheek.
“I’m learning, didn’t immediately sink to the bottom this time.”
"Indeed it is, and it's the season." she presses her nose to his
"I'm alright. I saw one of the gods." she leans her head to his
"Wonderous! Glad to hear you're progressing."
He smiles, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips, “Looks like Spring is my favorite season then.”
Their horns lock together, “Oh you did? What did they look like, dear?”
“How are you doing today, my love?” He asks, walking over.
"We'd better lock the door, hm?"
"A stressed bunny. I could smell the power."
"I woke up a bit late, and i'm afraid this crop will die because of that."
“Best we do.” He walks over to the door, closing and locking it. (Pm?)
“You are a miracle of a woman, my dear, I love you.”
He walks over and looks down at the crop “It’ll probably be okay, we’ll see.”
according to my classmates in elementary school, I eat sand
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Prospero kind of withers a bit. Another voice speaks from nearby. "The boy is fragile." It sounds like an old woman. "He always lets his heart guide him. Big, soft, and tender. Can't even bring himself to boil up his enemies, gut them, rip them to pieces."
“A strong heart makes a strong will, willing to do what what is necessary at the end of the day for those who deserve protecting. He’s a hero in the making.” He turns to the voice, though he wouldn’t be able to see them, smiling softly and bowing his head respectfully.
"Baba..." Prospero says. "Shush," replies the other voice. "You need to rest. Take care of the others. And you." She talks to Gin again. "He's already a hero. As much as a single man can be. But he needs to be more than a man. He needs to be a god of the people."
Rio lifts his foot off the tail. “Well, I feel good about myself now. Thanks for the snack.”
”…oh God. I’m… I’m sorry.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Prospero kind of withers a bit. Another voice speaks from nearby. "The boy is fragile." It sounds like an old woman. "He always lets his heart guide him. Big, soft, and tender. Can't even bring himself to boil up his enemies, gut them, rip them to pieces."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“…probably not today, but thank you. How’s your business been so far?”
“Me and Nick.”
“I dunno. Time is just differently thought of when it comes to minotaurs, I guess.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He smiles, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips, “Looks like Spring is my favorite season then.”
Their horns lock together, “Oh you did? What did they look like, dear?”
“How are you doing today, my love?” He asks, walking over.
He doesn't respond, just lying there. *Demon Lord vs child: it goes exactly as expected*
"Don't be. There's nowhere else to walk, is there?" He hangs his head. "So many Nightmares... we're born of evil, you know. The evil of you people. What right have you to murder your own children?" He's not directly addressing her, or even her species, but just... everyone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Bye, kid. Hopefully this moment makes the others nicer.” Rio heads off to go find something else to do.
“Who are you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“A strong heart makes a strong will, willing to do what what is necessary at the end of the day for those who deserve protecting. He’s a hero in the making.” He turns to the voice, though he wouldn’t be able to see them, smiling softly and bowing his head respectfully.
“By the way, you haven’t seen any lanky shadows clad in ivory masks and ebony chains, have you?”
“How’s Domino?”
“What does that… entail?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Skwasniec (wingless brown wyrmling) is grumbling and lying in the summer part of Aspen, trying to soak up some warmth and get his mind off being bullied.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My name is Stigmata. I'm no one of importance. Just the guy who plans on ripping out the foundations of humanoid society."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Best we do.” He walks over to the door, closing and locking it. (Pm?)
“You are a miracle of a woman, my dear, I love you.”
He walks over and looks down at the crop “It’ll probably be okay, we’ll see.”
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according to my classmates in elementary school, I eat sand
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Baba..." Prospero says. "Shush," replies the other voice. "You need to rest. Take care of the others. And you." She talks to Gin again. "He's already a hero. As much as a single man can be. But he needs to be more than a man. He needs to be a god of the people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels