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?"
“Something… well you know what she would like, as much as you know what I would like. Maybe something as simple as the insights into madness would be a perfect wedding gift, her mind is as broken as my own, but giving her a way to perfectly work the Old Blood without any side effects would be lovely. I do regret what I did, but it is what I thought had to be done, and I can’t unkill a creature such as that, maybe someone else can, but not me.”
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.*
*I have no preference. Actually, I do, alas I am plagued with cant-pick-character-atosis. Damn Usopp for bringing it from Indecisive Island*
*Well, is there any specific type of character you would like? I may be able to work with that, and lead you to an exact choice.*
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?*
*a bit of it, yeah. But also River is slightly inspired by Dexter*
River sighs contently as he zips up the prepared bag, tossing it into the corner gently. "A test is necessary.. Lead me to somebody you think is worthy of the blade, Elil."
*"Slightly?"*
"Oh, almost anyone would do these days. How about an NEO Exorcist? I imagine those ones are hard for you to find since they wear the plainclothes and stomp out Nightmares whenever they find the tykes. We could lure one in real easy." His voice feels disconnected from his body, just floating in the space he barely occupies anymore.
"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?"
“Something… well you know what she would like, as much as you know what I would like. Maybe something as simple as the insights into madness would be a perfect wedding gift, her mind is as broken as my own, but giving her a way to perfectly work the Old Blood without any side effects would be lovely. I do regret what I did, but it is what I thought had to be done, and I can’t unkill a creature such as that, maybe someone else can, but not me.”
His eyes widen even further than normal as his smile widens inhumanely. "How about a do-over, friend? After all, what was that thought that passed through your head as you felled it? What was that thing you collected when it died? And of course, that Blood you're using isn't the original Old Blood... no, no, far too human, too easily applied to humanoid physiology. What you need is the Blood of a Great One, I think. Paleblood." He steps closer, spinning his cane. "And guess what entity has that?" He stamps his cane into the ground when he's just far enough away from Henry to be outside of his personal space bubble. Just barely not too close. "Wouldn't that be a hell of a wedding gift?"
*I have no preference. Actually, I do, alas I am plagued with cant-pick-character-atosis. Damn Usopp for bringing it from Indecisive Island*
*Well, is there any specific type of character you would like? I may be able to work with that, and lead you to an exact choice.*
*No, just throw out whoever you wanna use or request whoever you want
*Why do you have to be this way! Love you.*
Sanviento has created a teleportation circle, and is now sitting in front of it, and eating a sandwich while he waits.
Wander is doing as his name implies, Sylvia leading him somewhere, he wouldn’t know where though, considering he’s blind without moving his hair, playing his bango.
Gin is sitting in their room, cleaning a wound before Tonya gets back, not wanting them worrying about his condition.
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."
He allows, then leans on his cane. "Well, it's been corrupted by passing through human after human. In its natural state, it's actually pure white. The Scourge was a side-effect of that corruption, as was the bloodlust. You anger the gods, abuse their blood... you get bad results, don't you? I may... have some of the pure stuff, Paleblood, on hand... you think Henry would appreciate some of that?"
"Oh, almost anyone would do these days. How about an NEO Exorcist? I imagine those ones are hard for you to find since they wear the plainclothes and stomp out Nightmares whenever they find the tykes. We could lure one in real easy." His voice feels disconnected from his body, just floating in the space he barely occupies anymore.
*Okay I'm on a dexter kick right now*
"Yes.. show me how to find them, they tempt and vex me." he seems excited, predatorial..
He drifts to the door and points. A man in a white boiler suit is killing the little Nightmares and collecting their Artefacts. "Please demonstrate for the class, Mr. Morgan."
"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?"
“Something… well you know what she would like, as much as you know what I would like. Maybe something as simple as the insights into madness would be a perfect wedding gift, her mind is as broken as my own, but giving her a way to perfectly work the Old Blood without any side effects would be lovely. I do regret what I did, but it is what I thought had to be done, and I can’t unkill a creature such as that, maybe someone else can, but not me.”
His eyes widen even further than normal as his smile widens inhumanely. "How about a do-over, friend? After all, what was that thought that passed through your head as you felled it? What was that thing you collected when it died? And of course, that Blood you're using isn't the original Old Blood... no, no, far too human, too easily applied to humanoid physiology. What you need is the Blood of a Great One, I think. Paleblood." He steps closer, spinning his cane. "And guess what entity has that?" He stamps his cane into the ground when he's just far enough away from Henry to be outside of his personal space bubble. Just barely not too close. "Wouldn't that be a hell of a wedding gift?"
He smiles an inhuman amount, his mouth nearly tearing open as he thinks it over, before nodding, “That’s quite the gift indeed, I’d think you would want KK for yourself with a gift like that if I didn’t know better.” His silver eyes shine with mad curiosity “But how will you get it? Where would you get Paleblood?”
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."
He allows, then leans on his cane. "Well, it's been corrupted by passing through human after human. In its natural state, it's actually pure white. The Scourge was a side-effect of that corruption, as was the bloodlust. You anger the gods, abuse their blood... you get bad results, don't you? I may... have some of the pure stuff, Paleblood, on hand... you think Henry would appreciate some of that?"
She seems increasingly interested as he explains. "...Yeah, I think he would. That sounds lovely." She responds, grinning widely.
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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)
*I have no preference. Actually, I do, alas I am plagued with cant-pick-character-atosis. Damn Usopp for bringing it from Indecisive Island*
*Well, is there any specific type of character you would like? I may be able to work with that, and lead you to an exact choice.*
*No, just throw out whoever you wanna use or request whoever you want
*Why do you have to be this way! Love you.*
Sanviento has created a teleportation circle, and is now sitting in front of it, and eating a sandwich while he waits.
Wander is doing as his name implies, Sylvia leading him somewhere, he wouldn’t know where though, considering he’s blind without moving his hair, playing his bango.
Gin is sitting in their room, cleaning a wound before Tonya gets back, not wanting them worrying about his condition.
*I told you! I have cant-pick-character-atosis!*
Domino approaches from behind him, bag in tow. "Hey, unc!"
They encroach upon the corpse of a deer, James sat next to it (Reeeaaaally wanted to kill somebody with this)
Tonya comes back long enough after for it to have stopped. She comes bearing wooden plates with charred deer steaks.
He looks over to them, smiling, speaking perfectly despite the food in his mouth “Ready to go? Domino?”
His nose twitches, barely peeking out through his hair as he smells the dead deer and gets off of Sylvia. He begins walking over. (Please don’t kill Wander.)
He looks over to his wife, well as much as a blind person can, “Dear, you didn’t have to do this, you treat me too well.” He pulls up his hair, moving it out of his face so he can eat.
“Something… well you know what she would like, as much as you know what I would like. Maybe something as simple as the insights into madness would be a perfect wedding gift, her mind is as broken as my own, but giving her a way to perfectly work the Old Blood without any side effects would be lovely. I do regret what I did, but it is what I thought had to be done, and I can’t unkill a creature such as that, maybe someone else can, but not me.”
*Well, is there any specific type of character you would like? I may be able to work with that, and lead you to an exact choice.*
*"Slightly?"*
"Oh, almost anyone would do these days. How about an NEO Exorcist? I imagine those ones are hard for you to find since they wear the plainclothes and stomp out Nightmares whenever they find the tykes. We could lure one in real easy." His voice feels disconnected from his body, just floating in the space he barely occupies anymore.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
His eyes widen even further than normal as his smile widens inhumanely. "How about a do-over, friend? After all, what was that thought that passed through your head as you felled it? What was that thing you collected when it died? And of course, that Blood you're using isn't the original Old Blood... no, no, far too human, too easily applied to humanoid physiology. What you need is the Blood of a Great One, I think. Paleblood." He steps closer, spinning his cane. "And guess what entity has that?" He stamps his cane into the ground when he's just far enough away from Henry to be outside of his personal space bubble. Just barely not too close. "Wouldn't that be a hell of a wedding gift?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Why do you have to be this way! Love you.*
Sanviento has created a teleportation circle, and is now sitting in front of it, and eating a sandwich while he waits.
Wander is doing as his name implies, Sylvia leading him somewhere, he wouldn’t know where though, considering he’s blind without moving his hair, playing his bango.
Gin is sitting in their room, cleaning a wound before Tonya gets back, not wanting them worrying about his condition.
He allows, then leans on his cane. "Well, it's been corrupted by passing through human after human. In its natural state, it's actually pure white. The Scourge was a side-effect of that corruption, as was the bloodlust. You anger the gods, abuse their blood... you get bad results, don't you? I may... have some of the pure stuff, Paleblood, on hand... you think Henry would appreciate some of that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He drifts to the door and points. A man in a white boiler suit is killing the little Nightmares and collecting their Artefacts. "Please demonstrate for the class, Mr. Morgan."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
😶🌫️
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He smiles an inhuman amount, his mouth nearly tearing open as he thinks it over, before nodding, “That’s quite the gift indeed, I’d think you would want KK for yourself with a gift like that if I didn’t know better.” His silver eyes shine with mad curiosity “But how will you get it? Where would you get Paleblood?”
*Did you take that bath?*
She seems increasingly interested as he explains. "...Yeah, I think he would. That sounds lovely." She responds, grinning widely.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks over to them, smiling, speaking perfectly despite the food in his mouth “Ready to go? Domino?”
His nose twitches, barely peeking out through his hair as he smells the dead deer and gets off of Sylvia. He begins walking over. (Please don’t kill Wander.)
He looks over to his wife, well as much as a blind person can, “Dear, you didn’t have to do this, you treat me too well.” He pulls up his hair, moving it out of his face so he can eat.
*Orphan behavior*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What bath.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hello Baalz.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘