"I dont usually bother anybody, my family's peaceful and quiet. Got my whole life in a box." he knocks on the shipping container.
"I think ya mean Ashmedai, right?" she chuckles. "You got 'im wrapped around your finger do ya? Good on ya."
"Well then, I suppose I owe you a higher level of respect now that I know how intelligent you truly are. Pardon me, ma'adam."
She smiles. “Good to be… what’s the word? Minimalistic.”
“Same guy. And I do hope I don’t do wrong by him. In some way, I pity him, and isn’t pity the ultimate root of all positive emotions?”
<It is alright. Elevation to sapience doesn’t mean feline pleasures become meaningless.>
He snaps, smiling and pointing. "That's it. What about you?"
"Pity is reserved for the weak or less than.. Make people do what benefits you, if ya can. Hope you get what ya want from 'im, you're a clever guy it sounds like."
"I'd be dishonest if I did not say I am plagued by the same instincts." he chuckles, ordering a beer.
Loriche shrugs. “Oh, I just make weapons and armor and stuff. It’s my passion.”
“Thank you! You sound like someone who’s already gained a lot of skill at manipulation. What kind of monster are YOU?”
Thirteen lifts Caramel and sets her down beside him, where she quickly sits up.
"Weapons, huh? I need a butchers kit if you can supply that."
She laughs, bowing her head and lifting her hat. her teeth are sharp. "I make the pretty boys fall in love with me, get 'em real cozy and love me, then I take their money and run."
"Seperatin' us, eh Bookworm?" he chuckles.
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Where Morgan rests, the smell of something foul wafts into the air, along with the distinct sound of sizzling, as if something were being burned nearby, not by flames but by something acidic, by the sound of it.
Merabelle sits inside of the home, just having finished cleaning up the place while all of the kids sleep, sweeping up when she hears someone at the door. She seems confused, muttering to herself, “Who could be wake ‘round this time.” She walks over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking her head out “Howdy?”
He smiles. A knowing smile, as if he was hoping she would ask him. "Well, any object made out of Nocturnite is impressive, but an Artefact you see, is the object that is created inside the Nightmare, or what the Nightmare is built around. That object is infused with Nocturnite, and carries the soul of the Nightmare within it. Pour Dark Energy into it, and you can use the Nightmare's Noctourne Arte. Pour in enough, and it will even resurrect the Nightmare it used to be. Truly wonderful creatures, aren't they?"
She continues to take notes, eagerly listening to his explanation. If he looks, he can see there is a small sketch of something on the corner of the page of her notes- a mask with what looks like six painted circles resembling eyes. "Indeed- I've been hoping to conduct some research once I get the chance. I find it all very fascinating. Thank you for your help... er, I don't believe I got your name. What is your name?"
"Oh, my name. I forgot. Elil."
If she has studied Nightmares at all, she knows exactly who he is.
Where Morgan rests, the smell of something foul wafts into the air, along with the distinct sound of sizzling, as if something were being burned nearby, not by flames but by something acidic, by the sound of it.
Merabelle sits inside of the home, just having finished cleaning up the place while all of the kids sleep, sweeping up when she hears someone at the door. She seems confused, muttering to herself, “Who could be wake ‘round this time.” She walks over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking her head out “Howdy?”
*Probably actually. Just wanted to bring him to mainstream attention*
(morgan's his last name) River recognizes the smell, and unease fills him. He decides to investigate, wearing black nitrile gloves and bearing a flash light.
Annabelle turns to the door and moves her hair out of her face, fixing her hat again. "Mama? I came home.."
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"Well, that very book. Maybe not the manuscript, that would create a much stronger Nightmare, but a well-loved edition of that book. Probably a well-feared one, all said. So you have Nocturnite knives? Very impressive. Are they forged, or drawn whole from my kin?" Not an ounce of warmth leaves his face or speech.
"Honestly, I have no idea which one. They're ancient, used by my grandpa with like.. eight greats." he chuckles, crouching down to visit Nightmares. "I see this specific one every once in a while. You get that though in my family's line of work."
"Indeed you do. It's hard work, isn't it? Needs to be done, though." He sits down on the ground, one of the Nightmares jumping in his lap. "I really do love you people. I hope you know that."
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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.
Where Morgan rests, the smell of something foul wafts into the air, along with the distinct sound of sizzling, as if something were being burned nearby, not by flames but by something acidic, by the sound of it.
Merabelle sits inside of the home, just having finished cleaning up the place while all of the kids sleep, sweeping up when she hears someone at the door. She seems confused, muttering to herself, “Who could be wake ‘round this time.” She walks over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking her head out “Howdy?”
*Probably actually. Just wanted to bring him to mainstream attention*
(morgan's his last name) River recognizes the smell, and unease fills him. He decides to investigate, wearing black nitrile gloves and bearing a flash light.
Annabelle turns to the door and moves her hair out of her face, fixing her hat again. "Mama? I came home.."
*Is it cool if I rp with him later then?*
They find a man, or what is left of them, sitting next to the wall of a cave, their body seemingly mutilated by acid. There is a faint green glow from something nearby.
Merabelle fully opens the door, letting them inside without any words, closing the door swiftly behind them and locking it, “Sweetheart, I don’t think I’m yer momma, but if I am.” She wraps her arms around them with a smile.
He smiles. A knowing smile, as if he was hoping she would ask him. "Well, any object made out of Nocturnite is impressive, but an Artefact you see, is the object that is created inside the Nightmare, or what the Nightmare is built around. That object is infused with Nocturnite, and carries the soul of the Nightmare within it. Pour Dark Energy into it, and you can use the Nightmare's Noctourne Arte. Pour in enough, and it will even resurrect the Nightmare it used to be. Truly wonderful creatures, aren't they?"
She continues to take notes, eagerly listening to his explanation. If he looks, he can see there is a small sketch of something on the corner of the page of her notes- a mask with what looks like six painted circles resembling eyes. "Indeed- I've been hoping to conduct some research once I get the chance. I find it all very fascinating. Thank you for your help... er, I don't believe I got your name. What is your name?"
"Oh, my name. I forgot. Elil."
If she has studied Nightmares at all, she knows exactly who he is.
Her eyes widen in recognition as she remembers the name and seems overjoyed at the realization. "The legendary Elil? Wow! I'm honored to meet you- I've only recently heard of your work, but I'm already a big fan!"
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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)
"Well, that very book. Maybe not the manuscript, that would create a much stronger Nightmare, but a well-loved edition of that book. Probably a well-feared one, all said. So you have Nocturnite knives? Very impressive. Are they forged, or drawn whole from my kin?" Not an ounce of warmth leaves his face or speech.
"Honestly, I have no idea which one. They're ancient, used by my grandpa with like.. eight greats." he chuckles, crouching down to visit Nightmares. "I see this specific one every once in a while. You get that though in my family's line of work."
"Indeed you do. It's hard work, isn't it? Needs to be done, though." He sits down on the ground, one of the Nightmares jumping in his lap. "I really do love you people. I hope you know that."
"You mean me and my family?" he tilts his head and laughs. "I just live by The Code, cleaning up the world one disgusting soul at a time. You, though.. You help me find the truly deserving ones.."
*Crazy how well they fit together, idk if that makes sense tho*
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"I dont usually bother anybody, my family's peaceful and quiet. Got my whole life in a box." he knocks on the shipping container.
"I think ya mean Ashmedai, right?" she chuckles. "You got 'im wrapped around your finger do ya? Good on ya."
"Well then, I suppose I owe you a higher level of respect now that I know how intelligent you truly are. Pardon me, ma'adam."
She smiles. “Good to be… what’s the word? Minimalistic.”
“Same guy. And I do hope I don’t do wrong by him. In some way, I pity him, and isn’t pity the ultimate root of all positive emotions?”
<It is alright. Elevation to sapience doesn’t mean feline pleasures become meaningless.>
He snaps, smiling and pointing. "That's it. What about you?"
"Pity is reserved for the weak or less than.. Make people do what benefits you, if ya can. Hope you get what ya want from 'im, you're a clever guy it sounds like."
"I'd be dishonest if I did not say I am plagued by the same instincts." he chuckles, ordering a beer.
Loriche shrugs. “Oh, I just make weapons and armor and stuff. It’s my passion.”
“Thank you! You sound like someone who’s already gained a lot of skill at manipulation. What kind of monster are YOU?”
Thirteen lifts Caramel and sets her down beside him, where she quickly sits up.
"Weapons, huh? I need a butchers kit if you can supply that."
She laughs, bowing her head and lifting her hat. her teeth are sharp. "I make the pretty boys fall in love with me, get 'em real cozy and love me, then I take their money and run."
"Seperatin' us, eh Bookworm?" he chuckles.
“Oh, sure thing. You have a business?”
“Ooooh. Do you kill them before leaving?”
“Bookworm?” He ponders the platonym for a moment. “Not the most creative moniker, but certainly suitable.”
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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.
Where Morgan rests, the smell of something foul wafts into the air, along with the distinct sound of sizzling, as if something were being burned nearby, not by flames but by something acidic, by the sound of it.
Merabelle sits inside of the home, just having finished cleaning up the place while all of the kids sleep, sweeping up when she hears someone at the door. She seems confused, muttering to herself, “Who could be wake ‘round this time.” She walks over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking her head out “Howdy?”
*Probably actually. Just wanted to bring him to mainstream attention*
(morgan's his last name) River recognizes the smell, and unease fills him. He decides to investigate, wearing black nitrile gloves and bearing a flash light.
Annabelle turns to the door and moves her hair out of her face, fixing her hat again. "Mama? I came home.."
*Is it cool if I rp with him later then?*
They find a man, or what is left of them, sitting next to the wall of a cave, their body seemingly mutilated by acid. There is a faint green glow from something nearby.
Merabelle fully opens the door, letting them inside without any words, closing the door swiftly behind them and locking it, “Sweetheart, I don’t think I’m yer momma, but if I am.” She wraps her arms around them with a smile.
*yeah, want anybody else?*
He crouches down and inspects the body without touching it. "You picked the wrong place to be leaving bodies around here... Too close to my home."
She smiles and hugs back, tight. "I left from your care a long while a go, before ya even had this buildin'.. Merabelle, right? You are my mama.." she sniffs a bit, wiping her eyes.
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If she has studied Nightmares at all, she knows exactly who he is.
Her eyes widen in recognition as she remembers the name and seems overjoyed at the realization. "The legendary Elil? Wow! I'm honored to meet you- I've only recently heard of your work, but I'm already a big fan!"
He chuckles warmly. "Yes, yes. But I'm a big fan of yours as well. You'd make a wonderful Dark Heart. Your artistic touch would push our morale even higher. After all, with your intuitive understanding of Nightmares, your art is already more popular than my own. I've started giving out tickets to the Faceless Fair as bonuses for Nightmares homed or freed from the NEO."
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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.
Where Morgan rests, the smell of something foul wafts into the air, along with the distinct sound of sizzling, as if something were being burned nearby, not by flames but by something acidic, by the sound of it.
Merabelle sits inside of the home, just having finished cleaning up the place while all of the kids sleep, sweeping up when she hears someone at the door. She seems confused, muttering to herself, “Who could be wake ‘round this time.” She walks over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking her head out “Howdy?”
*Probably actually. Just wanted to bring him to mainstream attention*
(morgan's his last name) River recognizes the smell, and unease fills him. He decides to investigate, wearing black nitrile gloves and bearing a flash light.
Annabelle turns to the door and moves her hair out of her face, fixing her hat again. "Mama? I came home.."
*Is it cool if I rp with him later then?*
They find a man, or what is left of them, sitting next to the wall of a cave, their body seemingly mutilated by acid. There is a faint green glow from something nearby.
Merabelle fully opens the door, letting them inside without any words, closing the door swiftly behind them and locking it, “Sweetheart, I don’t think I’m yer momma, but if I am.” She wraps her arms around them with a smile.
*yeah, want anybody else?*
He crouches down and inspects the body without touching it. "You picked the wrong place to be leaving bodies around here... Too close to my home."
She smiles and hugs back, tight. "I left from your care a long while a go, before ya even had this buildin'.. Merabelle, right? You are my mama.." she sniffs a bit, wiping her eyes.
*Nope.*
The figure stands up, a glowing green man, his bones exposed under the blow, no flesh, no muscle, no nothing other than bones, green layers, and a white mouth. His voice rasps as he walks over “What body?” He touches the corpse and it dissolves.
She helps wipe away their tears, holding one side of their face, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I ain’t remember ya, I got a whole lot o’ lil ones now, an’ the love gettin’ spread real far apart, I love ya more than I can manage ta muster, but I ain’t remember.” She says, sad she can’t remember them.
"Indeed you do. It's hard work, isn't it? Needs to be done, though." He sits down on the ground, one of the Nightmares jumping in his lap. "I really do love you people. I hope you know that."
"You mean me and my family?" he tilts his head and laughs. "I just live by The Code, cleaning up the world one disgusting soul at a time. You, though.. You help me find the truly deserving ones.."
*Crazy how well they fit together, idk if that makes sense tho*
He leans back and laughs as well. "We are simply Hell walking, friend. You help them understand their punishment. It's a shame that they need such an obvious lesson, though. Wish things could be different, but then again, I wouldn't be here if that were the case."
*I'm not sure either, could you explain further in your own words? This will be on the test.*
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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.
*not so fast*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Weapons, huh? I need a butchers kit if you can supply that."
She laughs, bowing her head and lifting her hat. her teeth are sharp. "I make the pretty boys fall in love with me, get 'em real cozy and love me, then I take their money and run."
"Seperatin' us, eh Bookworm?" he chuckles.
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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
*Cut for Salem. Wait hasn’t Wander met Will?*
Where Morgan rests, the smell of something foul wafts into the air, along with the distinct sound of sizzling, as if something were being burned nearby, not by flames but by something acidic, by the sound of it.
Merabelle sits inside of the home, just having finished cleaning up the place while all of the kids sleep, sweeping up when she hears someone at the door. She seems confused, muttering to herself, “Who could be wake ‘round this time.” She walks over to the door, opening it a crack and peaking her head out “Howdy?”
"Oh, my name. I forgot. Elil."
If she has studied Nightmares at all, she knows exactly who he is.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Probably actually. Just wanted to bring him to mainstream attention*
(morgan's his last name) River recognizes the smell, and unease fills him. He decides to investigate, wearing black nitrile gloves and bearing a flash light.
Annabelle turns to the door and moves her hair out of her face, fixing her hat again. "Mama? I came home.."
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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
"Indeed you do. It's hard work, isn't it? Needs to be done, though." He sits down on the ground, one of the Nightmares jumping in his lap. "I really do love you people. I hope you know that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Is it cool if I rp with him later then?*
They find a man, or what is left of them, sitting next to the wall of a cave, their body seemingly mutilated by acid. There is a faint green glow from something nearby.
Merabelle fully opens the door, letting them inside without any words, closing the door swiftly behind them and locking it, “Sweetheart, I don’t think I’m yer momma, but if I am.” She wraps her arms around them with a smile.
Her eyes widen in recognition as she remembers the name and seems overjoyed at the realization. "The legendary Elil? Wow! I'm honored to meet you- I've only recently heard of your work, but I'm already a big fan!"
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)
*Oh hey there Jobah, you want to rp with me? May I ask why?*
"You mean me and my family?" he tilts his head and laughs. "I just live by The Code, cleaning up the world one disgusting soul at a time. You, though.. You help me find the truly deserving ones.."
*Crazy how well they fit together, idk if that makes sense tho*
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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
“Oh, sure thing. You have a business?”
“Ooooh. Do you kill them before leaving?”
“Bookworm?” He ponders the platonym for a moment. “Not the most creative moniker, but certainly suitable.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Tax exemption purposes*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah, want anybody else?*
He crouches down and inspects the body without touching it. "You picked the wrong place to be leaving bodies around here... Too close to my home."
She smiles and hugs back, tight. "I left from your care a long while a go, before ya even had this buildin'.. Merabelle, right? You are my mama.." she sniffs a bit, wiping her eyes.
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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
*Eh, good enough for me. Who ya want?*
He chuckles warmly. "Yes, yes. But I'm a big fan of yours as well. You'd make a wonderful Dark Heart. Your artistic touch would push our morale even higher. After all, with your intuitive understanding of Nightmares, your art is already more popular than my own. I've started giving out tickets to the Faceless Fair as bonuses for Nightmares homed or freed from the NEO."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nope.*
The figure stands up, a glowing green man, his bones exposed under the blow, no flesh, no muscle, no nothing other than bones, green layers, and a white mouth. His voice rasps as he walks over “What body?” He touches the corpse and it dissolves.
She helps wipe away their tears, holding one side of their face, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I ain’t remember ya, I got a whole lot o’ lil ones now, an’ the love gettin’ spread real far apart, I love ya more than I can manage ta muster, but I ain’t remember.” She says, sad she can’t remember them.
He leans back and laughs as well. "We are simply Hell walking, friend. You help them understand their punishment. It's a shame that they need such an obvious lesson, though. Wish things could be different, but then again, I wouldn't be here if that were the case."
*I'm not sure either, could you explain further in your own words? This will be on the test.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*someone with legal proficiency*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*You got a feeling for meat and no cure for fear? 'Cause I've got probable cause and a character for you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hmm, I assume you’d want them not to be a criminal?*