Carrion is outside, eating what appears to be a full ten course meal consisting of large portions of high protein foods like meats, eggs, and nuts. He is dressed in robes fitting his proportions that are deep jet black and crimson in color. Despite eating, he seems sad.
A tall, but obviously gentle giant, forest marten approaches and crouches down, towering over them at 20 feet. He cocks his head and frowns.
"Are you doing okay?"
The Elder God of Flesh turns around, his blood wet writhing skin glinting in the morning light. "I am not, my child, I am the very thing opposite from it.'
He frowns and sits down next to the table, facing Carrion. "What troubles you, sir?"
"A beloved creation of mine thinks that others around him are nothing but cattle, even less than. It saddens me..." He says, wringing his hands
"But that's fundamentally not true!" he hums quietly, thinking. "Is there nothing to be done but alter him, or destroy him?..."
"He believes what he wants to believe... I cannot change that. Nor can I hurt him, he is my own flesh and blood." He said, his lidless eyes staring at them.
Carrion is outside, eating what appears to be a full ten course meal consisting of large portions of high protein foods like meats, eggs, and nuts. He is dressed in robes fitting his proportions that are deep jet black and crimson in color. Despite eating, he seems sad.
A tall, but obviously gentle giant, forest marten approaches and crouches down, towering over them at 20 feet. He cocks his head and frowns.
"Are you doing okay?"
The Elder God of Flesh turns around, his blood wet writhing skin glinting in the morning light. "I am not, my child, I am the very thing opposite from it.'
He frowns and sits down next to the table, facing Carrion. "What troubles you, sir?"
"A beloved creation of mine thinks that others around him are nothing but cattle, even less than. It saddens me..." He says, wringing his hands
"But that's fundamentally not true!" he hums quietly, thinking. "Is there nothing to be done but alter him, or destroy him?..."
"He believes what he wants to believe... I cannot change that. Nor can I hurt him, he is my own flesh and blood." He said, his lidless eyes staring at them.
"Well, if the situation is exactly how it's going to stay, there's no reason to worry about it! Try not to let it get you down, and just enjoy your life."
"I am life, I am your beating heart. I am everything and nothing." He says, staring at the table "I am an absent father but also one constantly hovering over your shoulder."
"I am life, I am your beating heart. I am everything and nothing." He says, staring at the table "I am an absent father but also one constantly hovering over your shoulder."
"Wow, that's.. a lot to be at once. mmmmmy dad died before I was born, and my mom wasn't in good health.." he shrugs, patting Carrion on the shoulder. "That must suck, i'm sorry."
"My child... I am sorry. I was ressurected yesterday by my followers for some cruel reason. They want me to devour the world and nullify billions of lives.." he is quiet for a moment "I don't want to do that.."
*Good morning, I’m gonna intro a bar owning battle maidan later, yall know the drill by now. I wanna rp, but I can’t, so I’ll be on in 1-3 hours, love all of you, take care.*
*Hello! I don't know who I want, sorry.*
*I want the Summer Mink, Dew, and Saphuno, for when I get back. Love you Salem,*
Byren is wandering about town, wearing an open Hawaiian shirt and some shorts
Dew is laying out in a clearing behind his house, feeling the sun
Saphuno is taking good care of Sebastian.
*Back, but I’m on and off.*
They see there is a new hole in the wall bar in town called ‘The Campfire’.
Camilla is inside of their house, having slept over, and the smell of breakfast comes outside.
Damian is cleaning the house, since they are taking care of Sebastian.
*Good morning, I’m gonna intro a bar owning battle maidan later, yall know the drill by now. I wanna rp, but I can’t, so I’ll be on in 1-3 hours, love all of you, take care.*
*Hello! I don't know who I want, sorry.*
*I want the Summer Mink, Dew, and Saphuno, for when I get back. Love you Salem,*
Byren is wandering about town, wearing an open Hawaiian shirt and some shorts
Dew is laying out in a clearing behind his house, feeling the sun
Saphuno is taking good care of Sebastian.
*Back, but I’m on and off.*
They see there is a new hole in the wall bar in town called ‘The Campfire’.
Camilla is inside of their house, having slept over, and the smell of breakfast comes outside.
Damian is cleaning the house, since they are taking care of Sebastian.
Loving anything heat, he decides to enter and check it out.
He stands up and lumbers back inside, looking around. "Dear Camilla? Are you cooking?.." he sounds surprised
She uses a few spells here and there to assist, working on getting Sebastian down for a nap.
They find a quaint little bar with a campfire crackling in the corner, working at the bar seems to be a fully, heavily armored woman, or just someone in a woman’s armor, seemingly at least partially cybernetic, her hands more resembling claws as she notices them, silently waving them to the bar.
They see Camilla having climbed onto the counter, and carefully trying to make Do some breakfast. She turns over to them, “Hey Dew, yes dear.”
He takes the help, on occasion walking over and giving the both of them a kiss before getting back to work.
They find a quaint little bar with a campfire crackling in the corner, working at the bar seems to be a fully, heavily armored woman, or just someone in a woman’s armor, seemingly at least partially cybernetic, her hands more resembling claws as she notices them, silently waving them to the bar.
They see Camilla having climbed onto the counter, and carefully trying to make some breakfast. She turns over to them, “Hey Dew, yes dear.”
He takes the help, on occasion walking over and giving the both of them a kiss before getting back to work.
He smiles and cracks his neck as he sits down in front of the keep. "Good afternoon."
"I am pleasantly surprised, and proud. I've no idea how you've managed to work with such big cooking utensils, well, big compared to you."
Once Sebastian is asleep, she blinks sleepily and begins to help more.
Her glowing red eyes seem to smile a little bit, her voice foreign, Russian, soft spoken “Good afternoon.”
Shes currently flipping eggs with a spatula that is the size of her, using a pulley system to make it work. She blushes “T-thanks, I try.”
“Dear, you’re tired, I’ve got it under control, you should sit down for a little bit.”
They find a quaint little bar with a campfire crackling in the corner, working at the bar seems to be a fully, heavily armored woman, or just someone in a woman’s armor, seemingly at least partially cybernetic, her hands more resembling claws as she notices them, silently waving them to the bar.
They see Camilla having climbed onto the counter, and carefully trying to make some breakfast. She turns over to them, “Hey Dew, yes dear.”
He takes the help, on occasion walking over and giving the both of them a kiss before getting back to work.
He smiles and cracks his neck as he sits down in front of the keep. "Good afternoon."
"I am pleasantly surprised, and proud. I've no idea how you've managed to work with such big cooking utensils, well, big compared to you."
Once Sebastian is asleep, she blinks sleepily and begins to help more.
Her glowing red eyes seem to smile a little bit, her voice foreign, Russian, soft spoken “Good afternoon.”
Shes currently flipping eggs with a spatula that is the size of her, using a pulley system to make it work. She blushes “T-thanks, I try.”
“Dear, you’re tired, I’ve got it under control, you should sit down for a little bit.”
"This.. Is a wonderful establishment, I feel cozy here. I trust that was the intent?"
"I can take over if you'd like. I can also have a smaller kitchen built for you." he rubs his eyes, having been nearly asleep in the grass
She doesn't want to argue, knowing he's right. She laughs quietly and smiles as she kisses him. "You're right.. love you dear."
She nods, tapping the counter with one of her claws as she seems to think, before asking “Drink?”
“It’s okay, I like having everything be a challenge to use, let’s me use my smarts more than I could at my old job.” She says with a smile, trying and failing to pull them close.
He kisses them back, before going back to cleaning, he’s purchased himself some fully closed shirts, and is wearing one.
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"He believes what he wants to believe... I cannot change that. Nor can I hurt him, he is my own flesh and blood." He said, his lidless eyes staring at them.
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
"I am life, I am your beating heart. I am everything and nothing." He says, staring at the table "I am an absent father but also one constantly hovering over your shoulder."
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
"My child... I am sorry. I was ressurected yesterday by my followers for some cruel reason. They want me to devour the world and nullify billions of lives.." he is quiet for a moment "I don't want to do that.."
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
*Back, but I’m on and off.*
They see there is a new hole in the wall bar in town called ‘The Campfire’.
Camilla is inside of their house, having slept over, and the smell of breakfast comes outside.
Damian is cleaning the house, since they are taking care of Sebastian.
*Back, but only partially, anybody here?*
Our hero once again attempts to find the words he lacks
And peers between the lines to see the lines observing back
A scratch all too familiar and — oh! The surface cracks
What's the matter, Alan? We can't both be worthless hacks
Now, I know what you're thinking
"This is crazy! Oh, he can't exist!"
You could have made a killing
Just embraced a little masochist
'Stead you're dried up
Trying to earn a living from a manuscript
But have you tried, for just one second
Living as the man you script?
I'm the parts you were ashamed of
I'm the parts you tried to fight
I'm the parts you told yourself
Didn't keep you awake at night
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
*Heya again Wendi.*
They find a quaint little bar with a campfire crackling in the corner, working at the bar seems to be a fully, heavily armored woman, or just someone in a woman’s armor, seemingly at least partially cybernetic, her hands more resembling claws as she notices them, silently waving them to the bar.
They see Camilla having climbed onto the counter, and carefully trying to make Do some breakfast. She turns over to them, “Hey Dew, yes dear.”
He takes the help, on occasion walking over and giving the both of them a kiss before getting back to work.
*somehow, i might be real*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im sure you’re real, i think.*
Her glowing red eyes seem to smile a little bit, her voice foreign, Russian, soft spoken “Good afternoon.”
Shes currently flipping eggs with a spatula that is the size of her, using a pulley system to make it work. She blushes “T-thanks, I try.”
“Dear, you’re tired, I’ve got it under control, you should sit down for a little bit.”
She nods, tapping the counter with one of her claws as she seems to think, before asking “Drink?”
“It’s okay, I like having everything be a challenge to use, let’s me use my smarts more than I could at my old job.” She says with a smile, trying and failing to pull them close.
He kisses them back, before going back to cleaning, he’s purchased himself some fully closed shirts, and is wearing one.