“Oh Frost? Frost is the only reason I could kill him in. I doubt they will help.” He shrugs, Frost shakes his head.
She looks over to them, confused, “What? I just said I love you?” She didn’t notice the change.
"Sure, they're pretty big though." he shows her the size of the plate, about 8 inches in diamater
"Well, then you're going to sit here and stare at him until something happens." she says with a huff, vines growing more and more over him and Frost
"You said 'we'.." his breathing is erratic, and it's clear that maybe this has something to do with his muteness. He doesnt' realize he's talking.
Her eyes widen at the size of the plates alone, “Maybe just one waffle then, I’m not too much of an eater.”
He shrugs as much as the vines will allow, “Okay, I hope this makes you feel better about your fiancée dying.” He say, surprisingly genuine for someone who just killed Rag.
She puts her hand on the side of their face, loooking at them softly “James, you’re talking, perfectly.” She smiles brightly at them, happy to see they are improving.
“Oh Frost? Frost is the only reason I could kill him in. I doubt they will help.” He shrugs, Frost shakes his head.
She looks over to them, confused, “What? I just said I love you?” She didn’t notice the change.
"Sure, they're pretty big though." he shows her the size of the plate, about 8 inches in diamater
"Well, then you're going to sit here and stare at him until something happens." she says with a huff, vines growing more and more over him and Frost
"You said 'we'.." his breathing is erratic, and it's clear that maybe this has something to do with his muteness. He doesnt' realize he's talking.
Her eyes widen at the size of the plates alone, “Maybe just one waffle then, I’m not too much of an eater.”
He shrugs as much as the vines will allow, “Okay, I hope this makes you feel better about your fiancée dying.” He say, surprisingly genuine for someone who just killed Rag.
She puts her hand on the side of their face, loooking at them softly “James, you’re talking, perfectly.” She smiles brightly at them, happy to see they are improving.
"Sure, i'll have two so it's no sweat."
"Whatever, shut up." she leaves him there. Eventually, if he nods off and wakes up, he's still tied up, but in a different location
"No, I'm not! What are you.. w-..."
“Okay.” She patiently waits, her hands in her lap.
He does indeed fall asleep, and he does notice he’s in a different place, “Huh, that’s new.” He tries to freeze the vines around him, looking for Frost.
She shakes her head, muttering some words and waiting for Dew to begin eating before she does.
“Oh I remember you, it just took me a minute. Sorry to disappoint you, but I did what needed to be done.” He says, remembering the presence, “This table is pretty nice, you lied.”
She looks confused, “Wait, why can’t you speak now?”
She shakes her head, muttering some words and waiting for Dew to begin eating before she does.
“Oh I remember you, it just took me a minute. Sorry to disappoint you, but I did what needed to be done.” He says, remembering the presence, “This table is pretty nice, you lied.”
She looks confused, “Wait, why can’t you speak now?”
He butters his own, pouring syrup over them and praying before eating.
Frost's blood drips onto [forgot this guys name]'s chest. "I was wrong, very wrong." River says as he sharpens a knife and comes into the light. If they look around, they see pictures of Rag and anybody else they've killed
He tucks his knees to his chest, exhaling softly.
She begins to eat after they do, enjoying each bite with a smile on her face, happy to.
“You were, sorry to disappoint, I suppose you’ll get to killing me now?” He yawns, “I’m not going to beg or anything, I’ll be here if you need me.” He says with a chuckle, looking around at all the pictures, and up at Frost.
She pats them softly “I do love you, maybe you should rest, I’ll figure it out later.”
She shakes her head, muttering some words and waiting for Dew to begin eating before she does.
“Oh I remember you, it just took me a minute. Sorry to disappoint you, but I did what needed to be done.” He says, remembering the presence, “This table is pretty nice, you lied.”
She looks confused, “Wait, why can’t you speak now?”
He butters his own, pouring syrup over them and praying before eating.
Frost's blood drips onto [forgot this guys name]'s chest. "I was wrong, very wrong." River says as he sharpens a knife and comes into the light. If they look around, they see pictures of Rag and anybody else they've killed
He tucks his knees to his chest, exhaling softly.
She begins to eat after they do, enjoying each bite with a smile on her face, happy to.
“You were, sorry to disappoint, I suppose you’ll get to killing me now?” He yawns, “I’m not going to beg or anything, I’ll be here if you need me.” He says with a chuckle, looking around at all the pictures, and up at Frost.
She pats them softly “I do love you, maybe you should rest, I’ll figure it out later.”
"Is it good?" he asks after a swallow.
He feels a sharp pain on his cheek as it's sliced. "I hated killing your Nightmare.. But the energy it gave me was worth it... To toy with the gods means retribution, from them or another.." he shows [name] as he puts their blood in between two glass slides with a dropper, a trophy. "Soon this will be the only trace of you, save the memories of who knew you."
He nods, laying down far from her.
“It’s delicious, you are too nice to me.” She says with a smile on her face, sitting next to them.
(Names Jason by the way) “Anyone who remembers me doesn’t want to, take all the time you need, but Frost didn’t deserve to die.” He says with a sigh, letting himself bleed, unable to use his arte to freeze anything “I wasn’t toying with any gods, just punishing a murderer.”
She doesn’t move closer to them, taking a place to sit on her desk, thinking about why she said we.
“I think you’ve given me a little more than common decency, but I’m not going to argue with someone who’s given me so much.”
“It’s not the fact that he killed anyone specific, it’s the fact he’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands simply because he got angry.” He smiles at the version of Frost.
“I think you’ve given me a little more than common decency, but I’m not going to argue with someone who’s given me so much.”
“It’s not the fact that he killed anyone specific, it’s the fact he’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands simply because he got angry.” He smiles at the version of Frost.
(Yep, it’s up to you to pick.)
"If you wish." he finishes his food and leans back, sighing
"And that's the nature of the powerful, they cannot control it.. But you could." This 'Frost' snarls at Jason before exploding in a puff of dark smoke
Lotty's presence can be felt everywhere.
She finishes her own, enjoying the meal but feeling a little bloated.
He sighs, shaking his head “You punish me, but not him? I suppose I can’t blame you even more than anyone else. Get on with it, kill me so you can move on with your life.”
Marionette tries to contact the otherworldly presence, doing whatever she can.
“I think you’ve given me a little more than common decency, but I’m not going to argue with someone who’s given me so much.”
“It’s not the fact that he killed anyone specific, it’s the fact he’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands simply because he got angry.” He smiles at the version of Frost.
(Yep, it’s up to you to pick.)
"If you wish." he finishes his food and leans back, sighing
"And that's the nature of the powerful, they cannot control it.. But you could." This 'Frost' snarls at Jason before exploding in a puff of dark smoke
Lotty's presence can be felt everywhere.
She finishes her own, enjoying the meal but feeling a little bloated.
He sighs, shaking his head “You punish me, but not him? I suppose I can’t blame you even more than anyone else. Get on with it, kill me so you can move on with your life.”
Marionette tries to contact the otherworldly presence, doing whatever she can.
"I'll take your plate." he says as he stands up, yawning and stretching
"He felt remorse, and no Nightmares followed him. You'll be joining the others soon, tucked away in a box." he says, allowing them time for a response before plunging a knife into Jason's heart.
She catches snatches of sentences. "Breakfast later?.. evening gown, maybe..."
She picks up her own plate, shaking her head and taking theirs “No, I can do it. It’s okay.”
Blood trickles out of his mouth as he calmly continues to speak to them “I do feel remorse, and Frost understood what we were doing, I would never force him to do anything. It’s too late to convince you now anyway.”
She tries to make the words more clear, using her minimal power over death to try and grab at strands, threads of her presence.
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Her eyes widen at the size of the plates alone, “Maybe just one waffle then, I’m not too much of an eater.”
He shrugs as much as the vines will allow, “Okay, I hope this makes you feel better about your fiancée dying.” He say, surprisingly genuine for someone who just killed Rag.
She puts her hand on the side of their face, loooking at them softly “James, you’re talking, perfectly.” She smiles brightly at them, happy to see they are improving.
“Okay.” She patiently waits, her hands in her lap.
He does indeed fall asleep, and he does notice he’s in a different place, “Huh, that’s new.” He tries to freeze the vines around him, looking for Frost.
She pats their head, “You did it. I’m proud.”
*Cut for Salem.*
She shakes her head, muttering some words and waiting for Dew to begin eating before she does.
“Oh I remember you, it just took me a minute. Sorry to disappoint you, but I did what needed to be done.” He says, remembering the presence, “This table is pretty nice, you lied.”
She looks confused, “Wait, why can’t you speak now?”
*WAIT*
*JESTER*
*I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY THAT I THINK I FAILED TO COMMUNICATE*
*ARTES DO NOT WORK IN SUNLIGHT*
*SO A NIGHTMARE DURING THE DAY IS BASICALLY USELESS*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I do believe you didn’t tell me that before, welp, that makes things a little difficult considering Rag’s already dead… hmm.*
*Just say that it happened at night, I guess. I should have told you before, I'm sorry.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She begins to eat after they do, enjoying each bite with a smile on her face, happy to.
“You were, sorry to disappoint, I suppose you’ll get to killing me now?” He yawns, “I’m not going to beg or anything, I’ll be here if you need me.” He says with a chuckle, looking around at all the pictures, and up at Frost.
She pats them softly “I do love you, maybe you should rest, I’ll figure it out later.”
*Dont apologize for being forgetful, it’s all good man, we’re friends after all.*
“It’s delicious, you are too nice to me.” She says with a smile on her face, sitting next to them.
(Names Jason by the way) “Anyone who remembers me doesn’t want to, take all the time you need, but Frost didn’t deserve to die.” He says with a sigh, letting himself bleed, unable to use his arte to freeze anything “I wasn’t toying with any gods, just punishing a murderer.”
She doesn’t move closer to them, taking a place to sit on her desk, thinking about why she said we.
*Cut for Salem.*
“I think you’ve given me a little more than common decency, but I’m not going to argue with someone who’s given me so much.”
“It’s not the fact that he killed anyone specific, it’s the fact he’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands simply because he got angry.” He smiles at the version of Frost.
(Yep, it’s up to you to pick.)
She finishes her own, enjoying the meal but feeling a little bloated.
He sighs, shaking his head “You punish me, but not him? I suppose I can’t blame you even more than anyone else. Get on with it, kill me so you can move on with your life.”
Marionette tries to contact the otherworldly presence, doing whatever she can.
She picks up her own plate, shaking her head and taking theirs “No, I can do it. It’s okay.”
Blood trickles out of his mouth as he calmly continues to speak to them “I do feel remorse, and Frost understood what we were doing, I would never force him to do anything. It’s too late to convince you now anyway.”
She tries to make the words more clear, using her minimal power over death to try and grab at strands, threads of her presence.