"Then take it." He lets go of her. "But this will be done. This infection can get out of hand if you don't take care of it quickly, and if that happens I may have to... perform triage."
"I know, I'm not going to let it fester- I just need time to prepare for when we get rid of it." She responds. "...I almost don't want to ask, because it's certainly something horrible, but what would 'performing triage' entail?"
"You would certainly not survive the process, and neither would anyone who regularly spends time with you. You'll probably meet up with them in whatever afterlife otherworldly thralls go to, so you wouldn't need to worry too much. I'd probably be in trouble for killing all those orphans though." He still sounds unnervingly calm, gentle even, as though he were not trying to alarm her using his tone alone. "And the orphanage and observatory would have to be burnt down. Then any books you checked out of the library. Overall, it's a lot of fire."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
He shakes his head. "No sir." he says
"Then what are you?" He asks, his eyes watching him again.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He gently places a paw on Carrion's neck. "Hey, buddy... I don't care. I knew that before you came back and it didn't bother me then or now. Now fix the (GP)ing tree."
He nods and uncurls himself, his lower half going back to a more compact slug-like look. He squirms his way over and begins to pick up pieces of the wood, slowly melding them together with his primordial magic, until there is a the vague shape of a tree with a bit of a pulse standing before them.
"Now then, isn't that nice?" He pats the 'tree.' "I'm sure you could do more with your time other than be angry. Make up for those billions upon billions of years you lost." There's a very faint undertone to his voice, almost a psychic message that only a being with the senses of a god could pick up: Prove your worth to me.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
He shakes his head. "No sir." he says
"Then what are you?" He asks, his eyes watching him again.
"I'm a heir to a noble family and i collect things."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gently places a paw on Carrion's neck. "Hey, buddy... I don't care. I knew that before you came back and it didn't bother me then or now. Now fix the (GP)ing tree."
He nods and uncurls himself, his lower half going back to a more compact slug-like look. He squirms his way over and begins to pick up pieces of the wood, slowly melding them together with his primordial magic, until there is a the vague shape of a tree with a bit of a pulse standing before them.
"Now then, isn't that nice?" He pats the 'tree.' "I'm sure you could do more with your time other than be angry. Make up for those billions upon billions of years you lost." There's a very faint undertone to his voice, almost a psychic message that only a being with the senses of a god could pick up: Prove your worth to me.
Carrion stares at Atticus, his form crawling over to them and his upper body lowering to face them "Who are you?.. I didn't create you.. You are different from those I create and you hate and hate and hate... Why do you hate me, why do you hate others?.." He gently grasped either side of their head, feeling their fur.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Okay, I am back if anyone wants to rp or whatever, it's good if not, I'll still be here.*
*I'd love to!!!*
*If you say so, who you want buddy?*
*Hmmm, whoever you'd like to deal with this guy*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
He shakes his head. "No sir." he says
"Then what are you?" He asks, his eyes watching him again.
"I'm a heir to a noble family and i collect things."
"Collect things?" he asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Okay, I am back if anyone wants to rp or whatever, it's good if not, I'll still be here.*
*I'd love to!!!*
*If you say so, who you want buddy?*
*Hmmm, whoever you'd like to deal with this guy*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Suddenly, with a flicker of light and the smell of ocean air, Uzui is sitting on the carriage, his feet hanging over as he plays his Roan, humming to himself as he does.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
He shakes his head. "No sir." he says
"Then what are you?" He asks, his eyes watching him again.
"I'm a heir to a noble family and i collect things."
"Collect things?" he asked.
He nods. "Would you like to see?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, I am back if anyone wants to rp or whatever, it's good if not, I'll still be here.*
*I'd love to!!!*
*If you say so, who you want buddy?*
*Hmmm, whoever you'd like to deal with this guy*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Suddenly, with a flicker of light and the smell of ocean air, Uzui is sitting on the carriage, his feet hanging over as he plays his Roan, humming to himself as he does.
The carriage lurches to a halt, the knights drawing their swords.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The carriage lurches to a halt, the knights drawing their swords.
He looks down to them as he continues to play "Swing your blades and face the repercussions of attacking royalty." He says calmly, humming along with the music.
*Want anyone else?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The carriage lurches to a halt, the knights drawing their swords.
He looks down to them as he continues to play "Swing your blades and face the repercussions of attacking royalty." He says calmly, humming along with the music.
*Want anyone else?*
*hmmmm....time to traumatize merabelle.*
"You are on our heirs carriage." one knight says in a metallic voice.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The carriage lurches to a halt, the knights drawing their swords.
He looks down to them as he continues to play "Swing your blades and face the repercussions of attacking royalty." He says calmly, humming along with the music.
*Want anyone else?*
*hmmmm....time to traumatize merabelle.*
"You are on our heirs carriage." one knight says in a metallic voice.
"Wonderful, I hope they are enjoying the music. I know I am." He says with a smile, "Fellow royalty is always fun."
Merabelle has only recently gotten back from her trip, and is checking on the kids.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"You would certainly not survive the process, and neither would anyone who regularly spends time with you. You'll probably meet up with them in whatever afterlife otherworldly thralls go to, so you wouldn't need to worry too much. I'd probably be in trouble for killing all those orphans though." He still sounds unnervingly calm, gentle even, as though he were not trying to alarm her using his tone alone. "And the orphanage and observatory would have to be burnt down. Then any books you checked out of the library. Overall, it's a lot of fire."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Then what are you?" He asks, his eyes watching him again.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Now then, isn't that nice?" He pats the 'tree.' "I'm sure you could do more with your time other than be angry. Make up for those billions upon billions of years you lost." There's a very faint undertone to his voice, almost a psychic message that only a being with the senses of a god could pick up: Prove your worth to me.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'd love to!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If you say so, who you want buddy?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He chuckles. "Surely he wouldn't send you here of all places if he wanted you safe?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm a heir to a noble family and i collect things."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"He said it'd be safe...plus i have my knights.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anyone else want to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Carrion stares at Atticus, his form crawling over to them and his upper body lowering to face them "Who are you?.. I didn't create you.. You are different from those I create and you hate and hate and hate... Why do you hate me, why do you hate others?.." He gently grasped either side of their head, feeling their fur.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hmmm, whoever you'd like to deal with this guy*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Collect things?" he asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Suddenly, with a flicker of light and the smell of ocean air, Uzui is sitting on the carriage, his feet hanging over as he plays his Roan, humming to himself as he does.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Ill be rigggght back*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods. "Would you like to see?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The carriage lurches to a halt, the knights drawing their swords.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks down to them as he continues to play "Swing your blades and face the repercussions of attacking royalty." He says calmly, humming along with the music.
*Want anyone else?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*hmmmm....time to traumatize merabelle.*
"You are on our heirs carriage." one knight says in a metallic voice.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I would like that! I'm having fun with Atticus, so I'd like to try him with Merabelle.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wonderful, I hope they are enjoying the music. I know I am." He says with a smile, "Fellow royalty is always fun."
Merabelle has only recently gotten back from her trip, and is checking on the kids.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)