*Character concept: Ancient evil Gourmomancer who wiped out cities with his cupcake constructs and was killed by a party of powerful adventurers. Now he's been reincarnated as a commoner, and has to learn his magic all over again. He has no idea how or why it happened, but he knows who did it and is going to demand answers. Unfortunately for him, this process is taking a long, long time, and he's slowly transforming into a gummy monster as a side-effect of his occult studies. It's only a matter of time before he can't hide it anymore.*
*He uses a trick from his old life: he masquerades as a charming, friendly, uplifting individual, but it comes strangely easy, as if it were never the mask in the first place. He's got almost no money to his name since he was reborn to a very poor farming family. He found solace in community, but it did nothing to ease the outrage he felt at the world for its pointless, random cruelty. But now his goals have changed: freeing his newfound family from their debt and suffering, then reforming the systems that caused it in the first place. But first, he must find himself in this cruel world.*
*He's already started on his redemption arc, but he has a long way to go.*
He turns to Omi, looking completely fine and normal despite this. "Hello, autumnal god."
"Why didn't you use the tooth??"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“So what did you need?”
“[gp] [gp] [gp].” He mutters. “Well at least I got back…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sersha is sitting on the edge of town, holding a flower made of glass.
“So you hold local dominion over the dead?”
Rio moves forward and gently hugs him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Character concept: Ancient evil Gourmomancer who wiped out cities with his cupcake constructs and was killed by a party of powerful adventurers. Now he's been reincarnated as a commoner, and has to learn his magic all over again. He has no idea how or why it happened, but he knows who did it and is going to demand answers. Unfortunately for him, this process is taking a long, long time, and he's slowly transforming into a gummy monster as a side-effect of his occult studies. It's only a matter of time before he can't hide it anymore.*
*He uses a trick from his old life: he masquerades as a charming, friendly, uplifting individual, but it comes strangely easy, as if it were never the mask in the first place. He's got almost no money to his name since he was reborn to a very poor farming family. He found solace in community, but it did nothing to ease the outrage he felt at the world for its pointless, random cruelty. But now his goals have changed: freeing his newfound family from their debt and suffering, then reforming the systems that caused it in the first place. But first, he must find himself in this cruel world.*
*He's already started on his redemption arc, but he has a long way to go.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
He begins to play what was likely a children’s song from somewhere he once traveled, maybe his homeland, singing along.
“We’ll have to see about that, my tolerance has been shooting up fast.”
He grumbles, leaning in to kiss her neck, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, so I would have to say yes.”
He doesn’t, seeming to be entirely genuine in his want to just play for them children.
He looks at the joint curiously “Has to pack a big punch if you’re talking it up.”
He smiles back at them, “I would’ve thought things had changed at least a bit, but I’m fine as they are.”
After the song is over, he puts down his Roan, smiling as the kids slowly dispers.
“Oh, sounds fun, hope I can stay conscious enough to enjoy being that high with you.” He lights a thumb to put the heat on the blunt.
“I want to be everything you want of me to be, don’t worry dear, the fire in my heart still burns for you.”
He shakes his head, “No need, I got to give the children a song, I’m happy. Oh, and I’m Uzui, madam.”
He light it, giving it a minute to burn before taking a massive inhale to see how things go.
“And yet I manage to love you more, Saphuno Padfoot.” He runs a hand across their leg.
He thinks for a moment before nodding, “Only if you will do the pleasure of joining me in that drink.” He offers.
He coughs up smoke, his eyes turning redder than they already were, leaning back on the couch as he tries his hardest to stay awake.
He nuzzles against her in return, “If only there was some way I could show you… I have an idea. Give me a few minutes.” He gets up.
“I do prefer tea over anything else, how old is your mother?” He asks, putting his Roan on his back.
He keeps the blunt sitting on his lips, looking down at them, putting a hand to the side of their face.
He runs outside, the sound of a spell being cast can be heard, what spell, who knows.