"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*
He leans over, paying close attention. "I'll stifle my presence so you can do your work properly without my distractions." And suddenly, it's as if he weren't there, but he clearly is. His heartbeat, his breathing, his weight, his dominating feeling of kindness and uncanny awareness are gone. But he's still visible. Just... part of the background.
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.
Henry’s own black hair sways in the gentle breeze, tilting his head slightly at their words before understanding the meaning. He smiles softly, his canines slightly longer than what grows naturally on a human, the back of his hands hairy to the point of being called furry “Today is just one of those days I suppose, and I do share the sentiment, but I’m biased, after all, I am getting married to the greatest woman to ever exist.” He says with a chuckle, stopping his walk.
*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.
Rio heads over to him. “I need some assistance.”
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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 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?"
He laughs joyously. "If you ever have the time, we will welcome you with open arms. You're practically one already. Getting a membership will just seal the deal, won't it? Plus, you'll be able to find our safehouses and have access to our resources. Lots of Nightmares to learn from first hand."
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.
Henry’s own black hair sways in the gentle breeze, tilting his head slightly at their words before understanding the meaning. He smiles softly, his canines slightly longer than what grows naturally on a human, the back of his hands hairy to the point of being called furry “Today is just one of those days I suppose, and I do share the sentiment, but I’m biased, after all, I am getting married to the greatest woman to ever exist.” He says with a chuckle, stopping his walk.
"Yeah, KK's great. Wonderful artist, aspiring Nightmare. You're a lucky man, she's a lucky woman." He stops walking as well. "Day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" He chuckles, the inflection similar to Henry's own. His big eyes seem to be taking in everything without even moving. They stare straight ahead, like a doll's, at all times.
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.
Henry’s own black hair sways in the gentle breeze, tilting his head slightly at their words before understanding the meaning. He smiles softly, his canines slightly longer than what grows naturally on a human, the back of his hands hairy to the point of being called furry “Today is just one of those days I suppose, and I do share the sentiment, but I’m biased, after all, I am getting married to the greatest woman to ever exist.” He says with a chuckle, stopping his walk.
"Yeah, KK's great. Wonderful artist, aspiring Nightmare. You're a lucky man, she's a lucky woman." He stops walking as well. "Day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" He chuckles, the inflection similar to Henry's own. His big eyes seem to be taking in everything without even moving. They stare straight ahead, like a doll's, at all times.
He almost, just almost, seems to have a violent reaction as soon as they mention KK, he doesn’t move an inch and there are no indications, but they can tell, he moves on with the conversation “I’m guessing you know who I am, thank you for thinking that of my wife, I’m assuming I should know who you are, but it seems I don’t, and for that I am deeply sorry.” He says, his own silver eyes following there’s, staring into the nothing in front of them.
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?"
He laughs joyously. "If you ever have the time, we will welcome you with open arms. You're practically one already. Getting a membership will just seal the deal, won't it? Plus, you'll be able to find our safehouses and have access to our resources. Lots of Nightmares to learn from first hand."
She laughs a bit as well. "Learning more about this certainly sounds lovely. I mean... well, there's no real point in hiding it- I'm already planning to become an Arteist a few days from now. Maybe after I do, I'll join."
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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)
"Yeah, KK's great. Wonderful artist, aspiring Nightmare. You're a lucky man, she's a lucky woman." He stops walking as well. "Day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" He chuckles, the inflection similar to Henry's own. His big eyes seem to be taking in everything without even moving. They stare straight ahead, like a doll's, at all times.
He almost, just almost, seems to have a violent reaction as soon as they mention KK, he doesn’t move an inch and there are no indications, but they can tell, he moves on with the conversation “I’m guessing you know who I am, thank you for thinking that of my wife, I’m assuming I should know who you are, but it seems I don’t, and for that I am deeply sorry.” He says, his own silver eyes following there’s, staring into the nothing in front of them.
His warm smile twitches a bit larger for a split second. "I'm Elil. A friend. You two are planning on joining me after the wedding, last I checked. I just..." he sighs, "I love you people so much. Your partner, she's a fan of me. Have you ever heard of the Black Hearts, Henry?"
"Yeah, KK's great. Wonderful artist, aspiring Nightmare. You're a lucky man, she's a lucky woman." He stops walking as well. "Day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" He chuckles, the inflection similar to Henry's own. His big eyes seem to be taking in everything without even moving. They stare straight ahead, like a doll's, at all times.
He almost, just almost, seems to have a violent reaction as soon as they mention KK, he doesn’t move an inch and there are no indications, but they can tell, he moves on with the conversation “I’m guessing you know who I am, thank you for thinking that of my wife, I’m assuming I should know who you are, but it seems I don’t, and for that I am deeply sorry.” He says, his own silver eyes following there’s, staring into the nothing in front of them.
His warm smile twitches a bit larger for a split second. "I'm Elil. A friend. You two are planning on joining me after the wedding, last I checked. I just..." he sighs, "I love you people so much. Your partner, she's a fan of me. Have you ever heard of the Black Hearts, Henry?"
“Oh that makes all the more sense now, the legendary Elil, and the Black Hearts too. I’ve only heard what KK has told me, outside of that, I know little, I’ve done research on Nightmares back in my younger days as a hunter, but I was more… violent than scientific back then. I do thank you for your words, and I do hope I enjoy the Beach, the last beach I went to was a little different from what that one will be I assume.”
He laughs joyously. "If you ever have the time, we will welcome you with open arms. You're practically one already. Getting a membership will just seal the deal, won't it? Plus, you'll be able to find our safehouses and have access to our resources. Lots of Nightmares to learn from first hand."
She laughs a bit as well. "Learning more about this certainly sounds lovely. I mean... well, there's no real point in hiding it- I'm already planning to become an Arteist a few days from now. Maybe after I do, I'll join."
His smile widens. It's almost too wide. "I would like that very much." He sighs. "This bucket is getting heavy, I might have to hand it back soon. So, how's Henry? I heard you two got into the Old Blood a while back, and I'm wondering if he'd be interested in some premium stuff as a wedding gift."
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.”
"If I tell anyone, they'll know I recognize death.. I wont be telling anybody what I saw here, only for my own safety."
"Mama.." she sighs and doesn't fight her "Anabelle. And fine, I'll sleep here.."
He chuckles softly at that, nodding “If you say so, I’ll be going and staying out of your hair, I do hope you get that ‘important work’ of yours done.” He begins walking.
She softly says the name back to herself, “Annabelle, sounds like a kid o’ mine, an’ ya look like one too. Hope we can make up fer lost time, goodnight, sweetheart.” She closes her eyes, getting ready to sleep.
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.”
"If I tell anyone, they'll know I recognize death.. I wont be telling anybody what I saw here, only for my own safety."
"Mama.." she sighs and doesn't fight her "Anabelle. And fine, I'll sleep here.."
He chuckles softly at that, nodding “If you say so, I’ll be going and staying out of your hair, I do hope you get that ‘important work’ of yours done.” He begins walking.
She softly says the name back to herself, “Annabelle, sounds like a kid o’ mine, an’ ya look like one too. Hope we can make up fer lost time, goodnight, sweetheart.” She closes her eyes, getting ready to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Harry.." he says with a sad sigh as he walks home (good end here)
"Night, Mama.. Sleep well." she smiles and takes her hat off, drifting off quickly (and here too, I believe)
*And I do believe that I should choose some people now, unless you want to, of course? I wouldn’t want to derive you of the chance.*
He laughs joyously. "If you ever have the time, we will welcome you with open arms. You're practically one already. Getting a membership will just seal the deal, won't it? Plus, you'll be able to find our safehouses and have access to our resources. Lots of Nightmares to learn from first hand."
She laughs a bit as well. "Learning more about this certainly sounds lovely. I mean... well, there's no real point in hiding it- I'm already planning to become an Arteist a few days from now. Maybe after I do, I'll join."
His smile widens. It's almost too wide. "I would like that very much." He sighs. "This bucket is getting heavy, I might have to hand it back soon. So, how's Henry? I heard you two got into the Old Blood a while back, and I'm wondering if he'd be interested in some premium stuff as a wedding gift."
"Oh, right." She takes back the other bucket if he allows. "He's been doing alright- recovering steadily. I haven't had any of the Old Blood myself yet- we're trying to get it to a more stable state so I can have some without my brain shattering."
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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)
His warm smile twitches a bit larger for a split second. "I'm Elil. A friend. You two are planning on joining me after the wedding, last I checked. I just..." he sighs, "I love you people so much. Your partner, she's a fan of me. Have you ever heard of the Black Hearts, Henry?"
“Oh that makes all the more sense now, the legendary Elil, and the Black Hearts too. I’ve only heard what KK has told me, outside of that, I know little, I’ve done research on Nightmares back in my younger days as a hunter, but I was more… violent than scientific back then. I do thank you for your words, and I do hope I enjoy the Beach, the last beach I went to was a little different from what that one will be I assume.”
"Yes." He chuckles, momentarily losing a hint of his kindness. "It will be very... very different from the beach where you killed that orphan, Henry. The poor, wizened child, half-dead, half-dreaming. Poor thing, poor thing." He tsks. "Shame about the Old Hunters. Anyway, KK would've loved the kid. I should bring her a picture sometime. Maybe a wedding gift. You think she would like that?"
He leans over, paying close attention. "I'll stifle my presence so you can do your work properly without my distractions." And suddenly, it's as if he weren't there, but he clearly is. His heartbeat, his breathing, his weight, his dominating feeling of kindness and uncanny awareness are gone. But he's still visible. Just... part of the background.
*Did you actually read my crazy lore?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Henry’s own black hair sways in the gentle breeze, tilting his head slightly at their words before understanding the meaning. He smiles softly, his canines slightly longer than what grows naturally on a human, the back of his hands hairy to the point of being called furry “Today is just one of those days I suppose, and I do share the sentiment, but I’m biased, after all, I am getting married to the greatest woman to ever exist.” He says with a chuckle, stopping his walk.
Rio heads over to him. “I need some assistance.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
“I don’t have the god in a bottle anymore.” He says, perfectly understandable despite the food in his mouth.
He laughs joyously. "If you ever have the time, we will welcome you with open arms. You're practically one already. Getting a membership will just seal the deal, won't it? Plus, you'll be able to find our safehouses and have access to our resources. Lots of Nightmares to learn from first hand."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah, KK's great. Wonderful artist, aspiring Nightmare. You're a lucky man, she's a lucky woman." He stops walking as well. "Day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" He chuckles, the inflection similar to Henry's own. His big eyes seem to be taking in everything without even moving. They stare straight ahead, like a doll's, at all times.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He almost, just almost, seems to have a violent reaction as soon as they mention KK, he doesn’t move an inch and there are no indications, but they can tell, he moves on with the conversation “I’m guessing you know who I am, thank you for thinking that of my wife, I’m assuming I should know who you are, but it seems I don’t, and for that I am deeply sorry.” He says, his own silver eyes following there’s, staring into the nothing in front of them.
She laughs a bit as well. "Learning more about this certainly sounds lovely. I mean... well, there's no real point in hiding it- I'm already planning to become an Arteist a few days from now. Maybe after I do, I'll join."
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)
His warm smile twitches a bit larger for a split second. "I'm Elil. A friend. You two are planning on joining me after the wedding, last I checked. I just..." he sighs, "I love you people so much. Your partner, she's a fan of me. Have you ever heard of the Black Hearts, Henry?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh that makes all the more sense now, the legendary Elil, and the Black Hearts too. I’ve only heard what KK has told me, outside of that, I know little, I’ve done research on Nightmares back in my younger days as a hunter, but I was more… violent than scientific back then. I do thank you for your words, and I do hope I enjoy the Beach, the last beach I went to was a little different from what that one will be I assume.”
His smile widens. It's almost too wide. "I would like that very much." He sighs. "This bucket is getting heavy, I might have to hand it back soon. So, how's Henry? I heard you two got into the Old Blood a while back, and I'm wondering if he'd be interested in some premium stuff as a wedding gift."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles softly at that, nodding “If you say so, I’ll be going and staying out of your hair, I do hope you get that ‘important work’ of yours done.” He begins walking.
She softly says the name back to herself, “Annabelle, sounds like a kid o’ mine, an’ ya look like one too. Hope we can make up fer lost time, goodnight, sweetheart.” She closes her eyes, getting ready to sleep.
*And I do believe that I should choose some people now, unless you want to, of course? I wouldn’t want to derive you of the chance.*
"Oh, right." She takes back the other bucket if he allows. "He's been doing alright- recovering steadily. I haven't had any of the Old Blood myself yet- we're trying to get it to a more stable state so I can have some without my brain shattering."
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)
"Yes." He chuckles, momentarily losing a hint of his kindness. "It will be very... very different from the beach where you killed that orphan, Henry. The poor, wizened child, half-dead, half-dreaming. Poor thing, poor thing." He tsks. "Shame about the Old Hunters. Anyway, KK would've loved the kid. I should bring her a picture sometime. Maybe a wedding gift. You think she would like that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels