*Anybody wanna rp now that I’m here for a little bit? It’s cool if not, I’ll still be here.*
*Just Salem? Just making sure, it’s all good if so.*
*not so fast*
*Oh hey there Jobah, you want to rp with me? May I ask why?*
*Tax exemption purposes*
*Eh, good enough for me. Who ya want?*
*someone with legal proficiency*
*Hmm, I assume you’d want them not to be a criminal?*
*oh not in the slightest. anyone works, regardless of past*
*Sanviento likely would be best, not I’ve also got a new coat of paint on a character I wasn’t using much before what would be good, one’s got intellect facts, the other an infectious charisma, both previous criminals, which one would you like.*
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.
"That's better. Now listen here, mister. You make sure nobody sees, hears, or smells you. Got it?" he seems stern and a bit angry
"It's okay, Mama. I'm home now, and I reckin' I cin help ya, now." she smiles, holding their hand. "I got a lotta money."
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*Anybody wanna rp now that I’m here for a little bit? It’s cool if not, I’ll still be here.*
*Just Salem? Just making sure, it’s all good if so.*
*not so fast*
*Oh hey there Jobah, you want to rp with me? May I ask why?*
*Tax exemption purposes*
*Eh, good enough for me. Who ya want?*
*someone with legal proficiency*
*Hmm, I assume you’d want them not to be a criminal?*
*oh not in the slightest. anyone works, regardless of past*
*Sanviento likely would be best, not I’ve also got a new coat of paint on a character I wasn’t using much before what would be good, one’s got intellect facts, the other an infectious charisma, both previous criminals, which one would you like.*
*Sanviento*
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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.
"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.*
"Some things only death can cure.. Would you like me to show you the process?" he smiles devilishly
*Elil, seemingly the main Nightmare man; River Morgan, man that uses the presence of Nightmares among other things to determine who must be killed.*
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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?”
*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.
"That's better. Now listen here, mister. You make sure nobody sees, hears, or smells you. Got it?" he seems stern and a bit angry
"It's okay, Mama. I'm home now, and I reckin' I cin help ya, now." she smiles, holding their hand. "I got a lotta money."
He raises what remains of his eyebrows, chuckling softly “Oh really? And what stops me from putting a hole in your chest and watching you gasp for air?” He asks curiously.
She puts her forehead to theirs “Ya ain’t don’t need ta do none o’ that. Now how ‘bout I get ya a bed? Ya can have mine fer now.” She leads them to her bed, the only one big enough for anyone their size.
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.*
"Some things only death can cure.. Would you like me to show you the process?" he smiles devilishly
*Elil, seemingly the main Nightmare man; River Morgan, man that uses the presence of Nightmares among other things to determine who must be killed.*
"If you would so kindly oblige. I've never been good at killing." He stands, the Nightmare-lings following him eagerly.
*Indeed. That's what I was thinking.*
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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.
"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.”
"No, not per say. I just like to prepare my own meals and need a new set."
"Occasionally. But never have I groomed somebody to be my fiancee's potential replacement.. I like that a lot."
"I see you writing so many things.. I asked the bunny woman about why you wrote and read.. she only said it was your passion."
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*Anybody wanna rp now that I’m here for a little bit? It’s cool if not, I’ll still be here.*
*Just Salem? Just making sure, it’s all good if so.*
*not so fast*
*Oh hey there Jobah, you want to rp with me? May I ask why?*
*Tax exemption purposes*
*Eh, good enough for me. Who ya want?*
*someone with legal proficiency*
*Hmm, I assume you’d want them not to be a criminal?*
*oh not in the slightest. anyone works, regardless of past*
*Sanviento likely would be best, not I’ve also got a new coat of paint on a character I wasn’t using much before what would be good, one’s got intellect facts, the other an infectious charisma, both previous criminals, which one would you like.*
*Sanviento*
*Here ya go.*
Sanviento is in the library, silently reading. He’s been in the library since 4am, he hasn’t stopped reading at any point, he has laughed one time, and then wrote down that he did. He’s currently eating a sandwich.
*Anybody wanna rp now that I’m here for a little bit? It’s cool if not, I’ll still be here.*
*You got a feeling for meat and no cure for fear? 'Cause I've got probable cause and a character for you.*
*Ive always got a feeling for meat, it only matters if there is a character you specifically want too.*
*I don't think I've played with KK's partner yet. I think he'd like to meet Elil in person while he remains a person.*
*Oh of course, here comes Henry.*
Henry is going for a walk, humming to himself as he uses his cane. A feeling of danger follows him, like a predator looking down at prey with no chance of escape. He has a soft smile resting on his face.
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.
"That's better. Now listen here, mister. You make sure nobody sees, hears, or smells you. Got it?" he seems stern and a bit angry
"It's okay, Mama. I'm home now, and I reckin' I cin help ya, now." she smiles, holding their hand. "I got a lotta money."
He raises what remains of his eyebrows, chuckling softly “Oh really? And what stops me from putting a hole in your chest and watching you gasp for air?” He asks curiously.
She puts her forehead to theirs “Ya ain’t don’t need ta do none o’ that. Now how ‘bout I get ya a bed? Ya can have mine fer now.” She leads them to her bed, the only one big enough for anyone their size.
"You've intruded on a sacred place, disturbed my work.. My important work." he growls, clenching his fists. "I will not be interrupted, and I will not stand for you and your sloppy work. If you're going to kill, do it right."
"No, mama, I can sleep on the floor.. I'll figure somethin' out in the mornin', okay?.." she comes down to the floor, and lays on a rug.
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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.”
"No, not per say. I just like to prepare my own meals and need a new set."
"Occasionally. But never have I groomed somebody to be my fiancee's potential replacement.. I like that a lot."
"I see you writing so many things.. I asked the bunny woman about why you wrote and read.. she only said it was your passion."
“Alright. What kinds of utensils didja want in it?”
“What are you talking about?! I’m grooming him to become a CULTIST! God, who you do think I am???”
“Oh, you know Saphuno? Lovely. It is my passion to share wisdom with the multiverse.”
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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 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.*
"Some things only death can cure.. Would you like me to show you the process?" he smiles devilishly
*Elil, seemingly the main Nightmare man; River Morgan, man that uses the presence of Nightmares among other things to determine who must be killed.*
"If you would so kindly oblige. I've never been good at killing." He stands, the Nightmare-lings following him eagerly.
*Indeed. That's what I was thinking.*
He cracks his neck and heads into the lower layer of the storage container. "The first thing is tools." he packs away the knife set, plastic wrap, ductape, tarps.
*indubitably. Perhaps you inspired me*
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He clenches his own fists, “There wasn’t going to be any evidence by morning, and you could have stayed out of it all together. Mind your own business, matter of fact, I should kill you for seeing that I killed those idiots.” A small smile cracks onto what remains of his face.
She picks up their whole body, “Sweetheart, that ain’t gonna do, yer sleepin’ in the bed, ‘er we’re both sleepin’ on the ground.” She puts them back on the bed and taking their place “Love ya. What’s yer name, I wanna remember my daughter.”
"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.”
"No, not per say. I just like to prepare my own meals and need a new set."
"Occasionally. But never have I groomed somebody to be my fiancee's potential replacement.. I like that a lot."
"I see you writing so many things.. I asked the bunny woman about why you wrote and read.. she only said it was your passion."
“Alright. What kinds of utensils didja want in it?”
“What are you talking about?! I’m grooming him to become a CULTIST! God, who you do think I am???”
“Oh, you know Saphuno? Lovely. It is my passion to share wisdom with the multiverse.”
"None, just knives and sharp things."
"My mistake, I misread the situation. No need to go all full-cocked on me, sir." she laughs, fixing her hat. "With passion that great, he'll worship you in time."
"Is that her name? I never talked to her more than once. You do it well, i asked for your name and read one of your books."
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Henry is going for a walk, humming to himself as he uses his cane. A feeling of danger follows him, like a predator looking down at prey with no chance of escape. He has a soft smile resting on his face.
Something cuts through his aura of menace, approaching from in front of him. A fellow cane-wielder. Light grey hair, lightly sunken cheeks and eyes, long, rounded features. He has a gentle openness to him that is directed at Henry, something that implies a fellow predator but one that sees no reason to hunt or worry. Half-ephemeral creatures move around him, invisible and intangible to others. "I've got that good feeling, you know?" The stranger addresses Henry directly. "Just... perfect." He gestures with his hand as he does so, closing his glassy eyes for just a moment, and he obviously knows what Henry could do in that micro-instant.
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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.
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."
"R- Really? I... wow, I had no idea the Fair had made such a big impact. I'm honored, truly." She responds, still processing this and absolutely overjoyed by this news. After a while, she speaks again with a somewhat more serious tone. "...You really think I'd be good as a Dark Heart?"
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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)
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*Ive always got a feeling for meat, it only matters if there is a character you specifically want too.*
*oh not in the slightest. anyone works, regardless of past*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I don't think I've played with KK's partner yet. I think he'd like to meet Elil in person while he remains a person.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sanviento likely would be best, not I’ve also got a new coat of paint on a character I wasn’t using much before what would be good, one’s got intellect facts, the other an infectious charisma, both previous criminals, which one would you like.*
"That's better. Now listen here, mister. You make sure nobody sees, hears, or smells you. Got it?" he seems stern and a bit angry
"It's okay, Mama. I'm home now, and I reckin' I cin help ya, now." she smiles, holding their hand. "I got a lotta money."
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*Sanviento*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Some things only death can cure.. Would you like me to show you the process?" he smiles devilishly
*Elil, seemingly the main Nightmare man; River Morgan, man that uses the presence of Nightmares among other things to determine who must be killed.*
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He raises what remains of his eyebrows, chuckling softly “Oh really? And what stops me from putting a hole in your chest and watching you gasp for air?” He asks curiously.
She puts her forehead to theirs “Ya ain’t don’t need ta do none o’ that. Now how ‘bout I get ya a bed? Ya can have mine fer now.” She leads them to her bed, the only one big enough for anyone their size.
"If you would so kindly oblige. I've never been good at killing." He stands, the Nightmare-lings following him eagerly.
*Indeed. That's what I was thinking.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, not per say. I just like to prepare my own meals and need a new set."
"Occasionally. But never have I groomed somebody to be my fiancee's potential replacement.. I like that a lot."
"I see you writing so many things.. I asked the bunny woman about why you wrote and read.. she only said it was your passion."
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*Here ya go.*
Sanviento is in the library, silently reading. He’s been in the library since 4am, he hasn’t stopped reading at any point, he has laughed one time, and then wrote down that he did. He’s currently eating a sandwich.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh of course, here comes Henry.*
Henry is going for a walk, humming to himself as he uses his cane. A feeling of danger follows him, like a predator looking down at prey with no chance of escape. He has a soft smile resting on his face.
"You've intruded on a sacred place, disturbed my work.. My important work." he growls, clenching his fists. "I will not be interrupted, and I will not stand for you and your sloppy work. If you're going to kill, do it right."
"No, mama, I can sleep on the floor.. I'll figure somethin' out in the mornin', okay?.." she comes down to the floor, and lays on a rug.
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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
“Alright. What kinds of utensils didja want in it?”
“What are you talking about?! I’m grooming him to become a CULTIST! God, who you do think I am???”
“Oh, you know Saphuno? Lovely. It is my passion to share wisdom with the multiverse.”
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 cracks his neck and heads into the lower layer of the storage container. "The first thing is tools." he packs away the knife set, plastic wrap, ductape, tarps.
*indubitably. Perhaps you inspired me*
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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.*
He clenches his own fists, “There wasn’t going to be any evidence by morning, and you could have stayed out of it all together. Mind your own business, matter of fact, I should kill you for seeing that I killed those idiots.” A small smile cracks onto what remains of his face.
She picks up their whole body, “Sweetheart, that ain’t gonna do, yer sleepin’ in the bed, ‘er we’re both sleepin’ on the ground.” She puts them back on the bed and taking their place “Love ya. What’s yer name, I wanna remember my daughter.”
"None, just knives and sharp things."
"My mistake, I misread the situation. No need to go all full-cocked on me, sir." she laughs, fixing her hat. "With passion that great, he'll worship you in time."
"Is that her name? I never talked to her more than once. You do it well, i asked for your name and read one of your books."
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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
Something cuts through his aura of menace, approaching from in front of him. A fellow cane-wielder. Light grey hair, lightly sunken cheeks and eyes, long, rounded features. He has a gentle openness to him that is directed at Henry, something that implies a fellow predator but one that sees no reason to hunt or worry. Half-ephemeral creatures move around him, invisible and intangible to others. "I've got that good feeling, you know?" The stranger addresses Henry directly. "Just... perfect." He gestures with his hand as he does so, closing his glassy eyes for just a moment, and he obviously knows what Henry could do in that micro-instant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"R- Really? I... wow, I had no idea the Fair had made such a big impact. I'm honored, truly." She responds, still processing this and absolutely overjoyed by this news. After a while, she speaks again with a somewhat more serious tone. "...You really think I'd be good as a Dark Heart?"
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)