*Okay, I am back if anyone wants to rp or whatever, it's good if not, I'll still be here.*
*Anyone else want to rp?*
*I would like that! I'm having fun with Atticus, so I'd like to try him with Merabelle.*
*If you want to try that, I would be happy to.*
Merabelle is sitting outside of the orphanage, having a drink. She doesn't want the kids seeing her, but the worry's got her in a bad way, and she needs something that'll calm her down.
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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.
"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.
"Get. Off. The. Carriage." the knight says
Theren is looking after the kids, cleaning up their lunch dishes
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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.
"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.
The Lunch Lord doesn't resist in any capacity, the confidence of a god. "I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody. I just don't think they're worthy of the bounties you and Morgana gave this world. And I'm going to beat that into them until they decide to improve. Don't you agree that I have a noble goal?" He frowns. "You haven't seen what we do to each other. What I do, what I am, is merciful. This world will rot, and I'll have nothing to eat. I'm just trying to delay the inevitable."
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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 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.
"Get. Off. The. Carriage." the knight says
Theren is looking after the kids, cleaning up their lunch dishes
He puts his Roan on his back, resting one hand on his blade, "Oh please, make me."
She walks into the kitchen, reaching high to grab a bottle of whiskey and pour herself a glass.
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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.'
*I would like that! I'm having fun with Atticus, so I'd like to try him with Merabelle.*
*If you want to try that, I would be happy to.*
Merabelle is sitting outside of the orphanage, having a drink. She doesn't want the kids seeing her, but the worry's got her in a bad way, and she needs something that'll calm her down.
A gentle lullaby on electric guitar begins to play. Atticus approaches, a trail of fresh zombies walking behind him. "You hungry, orphanage keeper?"
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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 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.
"Get. Off. The. Carriage." the knight says
Theren is looking after the kids, cleaning up their lunch dishes
He puts his Roan on his back, resting one hand on his blade, "Oh please, make me."
She walks into the kitchen, reaching high to grab a bottle of whiskey and pour herself a glass.
The knights snarl under their masks, red lights flaring in the eye holes. "Off. Now."
Theren coughs into a handkerchief before shoving it in his pocket. "Hello."
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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.
*I would like that! I'm having fun with Atticus, so I'd like to try him with Merabelle.*
*If you want to try that, I would be happy to.*
Merabelle is sitting outside of the orphanage, having a drink. She doesn't want the kids seeing her, but the worry's got her in a bad way, and she needs something that'll calm her down.
A gentle lullaby on electric guitar begins to play. Atticus approaches, a trail of fresh zombies walking behind him. "You hungry, orphanage keeper?"
She puts down her bottle of whiskey at her side, wiping the alcohol from her lip, "I could go fer a bite. I don't think I met ya, Merabelle." She bows her head.
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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.'
"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."
*Sorry about the delay*
"...Oh... Yeah, I'd much prefer gouging out a few eyes over all that." She shudders. "Out of curiosity, what happens if the curse festers? Not that I plan on letting it fester, of course- I'm not that foolish."
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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)
The knights snarl under their masks, red lights flaring in the eye holes. "Off. Now."
Theren coughs into a handkerchief before shoving it in his pocket. "Hello."
He hops off of the carriage, slapping the side of one of their helms, "If you aren't going to make me, I suppose I will anyway."
She looks over to them and smiles softly before downing her glass, "Howdy, Theren. Doin' okay?"
One grabs his hand, gripping tightly with his metal gauntlet. "Do not touch us." he snarls. 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. "Let him go Atres. Leon, put the sword away." the elf says softly.
He nods, finishing up the dishes.
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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.
A gentle lullaby on electric guitar begins to play. Atticus approaches, a trail of fresh zombies walking behind him. "You hungry, orphanage keeper?"
She puts down her bottle of whiskey at her side, wiping the alcohol from her lip, "I could go fer a bite. I don't think I met ya, Merabelle." She bows her head.
"I'm Atticus Gorta. Pleasure to meet you." He tips his hat to her, and one of the zombies lays down in front of them. "You like them raw, or prepared?"
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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.
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
"Intriguing... I've never had any way to notice scent. It's impressive how much you were able to glean from that alone." It starts, chuckling a bit to itself. "An honor to meet you, Carrion. I am Helianth, a traveler, cook, and- as of somewhat recently- a consumer of divine essence."
"Ah, a God Eater?" He asks, tilting his head "Interesting, I have only met a few like you."
It nods with its main 'flower' head- that wretched disc of thorns and eyes that surrounds a sphere of utter oblivion. "Of sorts- I've only eaten a few quasi-deities and their angels. It makes sense that there aren't many of us- too many would certainly have dire consequences for the world."
"Indeed.. The Elder Goddess of War used to kill your type whenever she found them, she was always worried and paranoid she would be next." He sighed sadly "Never liked her, always so violent..." he shakes his fleshy head and smiles "How are you child? I hope you are well!"
"I am... not sure how I feel. Previously, I was wracked with a curse of eternal hunger... only recently was I rid of it. The absence of starvation feels more alien to me than the curse itself. I'm not sure what to do now."
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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)
The knights snarl under their masks, red lights flaring in the eye holes. "Off. Now."
Theren coughs into a handkerchief before shoving it in his pocket. "Hello."
He hops off of the carriage, slapping the side of one of their helms, "If you aren't going to make me, I suppose I will anyway."
She looks over to them and smiles softly before downing her glass, "Howdy, Theren. Doin' okay?"
One grabs his hand, gripping tightly with his metal gauntlet. "Do not touch us." he snarls. 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. "Let him go Atres. Leon, put the sword away." the elf says softly.
He nods, finishing up the dishes.
He smiles as they let go of him, putting away the concealed knife he had, smiling over to the elf "Atres and Leon, I'll keep those names in mind. A fellow elf, a pleasure." He bows deeply.
She walks over to help them, sighing, "I... Omori's sick, an' I'm scared Theren."
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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.'
A gentle lullaby on electric guitar begins to play. Atticus approaches, a trail of fresh zombies walking behind him. "You hungry, orphanage keeper?"
She puts down her bottle of whiskey at her side, wiping the alcohol from her lip, "I could go fer a bite. I don't think I met ya, Merabelle." She bows her head.
"I'm Atticus Gorta. Pleasure to meet you." He tips his hat to her, and one of the zombies lays down in front of them. "You like them raw, or prepared?"
She reaches out and tears an arm off of the zombie, crunching down on it, making sure not to speak with food in her mouth "Raw is fine, why don't ya sit down?"
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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."
*Sorry about the delay*
"...Oh... Yeah, I'd much prefer gouging out a few eyes over all that." She shudders. "Out of curiosity, what happens if the curse festers? Not that I plan on letting it fester, of course- I'm not that foolish."
"You don't need to know. By the time it's enough to really worry about, your mind won't let you worry anymore. The moment you don't care anymore, call me. I will find out, and by the time I do, I'll probably have to euthanize you." He puts his spoon away, wrapping it in cloth and placing it in a special case. "Is there anything else you want? We can go out and get a treat while you get ready."
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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 snarl under their masks, red lights flaring in the eye holes. "Off. Now."
Theren coughs into a handkerchief before shoving it in his pocket. "Hello."
He hops off of the carriage, slapping the side of one of their helms, "If you aren't going to make me, I suppose I will anyway."
She looks over to them and smiles softly before downing her glass, "Howdy, Theren. Doin' okay?"
One grabs his hand, gripping tightly with his metal gauntlet. "Do not touch us." he snarls. 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. "Let him go Atres. Leon, put the sword away." the elf says softly.
He nods, finishing up the dishes.
He smiles as they let go of him, putting away the concealed knife he had, smiling over to the elf "Atres and Leon, I'll keep those names in mind. A fellow elf, a pleasure." He bows deeply.
She walks over to help them, sighing, "I... Omori's sick, an' I'm scared Theren."
"The pleasure is all mine." he says softly
"Do you know whats wrong with her?" he asks, looking concerned.
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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.
"I'm Atticus Gorta. Pleasure to meet you." He tips his hat to her, and one of the zombies lays down in front of them. "You like them raw, or prepared?"
She reaches out and tears an arm off of the zombie, crunching down on it, making sure not to speak with food in her mouth "Raw is fine, why don't ya sit down?"
He does so. "Now, about your daughter's condition... do you know where she picked it up?"
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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.
"I'm Atticus Gorta. Pleasure to meet you." He tips his hat to her, and one of the zombies lays down in front of them. "You like them raw, or prepared?"
She reaches out and tears an arm off of the zombie, crunching down on it, making sure not to speak with food in her mouth "Raw is fine, why don't ya sit down?"
He does so. "Now, about your daughter's condition... do you know where she picked it up?"
"The Observatory up north. I can cure it, but it might take some effort." She sighs, leaning back "I won't dip back inta dark magic though."
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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.'
*If you want to try that, I would be happy to.*
Merabelle is sitting outside of the orphanage, having a drink. She doesn't want the kids seeing her, but the worry's got her in a bad way, and she needs something that'll calm her down.
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.)
"Get. Off. The. Carriage." the knight says
Theren is looking after the kids, cleaning up their lunch dishes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Lunch Lord doesn't resist in any capacity, the confidence of a god. "I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody. I just don't think they're worthy of the bounties you and Morgana gave this world. And I'm going to beat that into them until they decide to improve. Don't you agree that I have a noble goal?" He frowns. "You haven't seen what we do to each other. What I do, what I am, is merciful. This world will rot, and I'll have nothing to eat. I'm just trying to delay the inevitable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He puts his Roan on his back, resting one hand on his blade, "Oh please, make me."
She walks into the kitchen, reaching high to grab a bottle of whiskey and pour herself a glass.
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.)
A gentle lullaby on electric guitar begins to play. Atticus approaches, a trail of fresh zombies walking behind him. "You hungry, orphanage keeper?"
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 snarl under their masks, red lights flaring in the eye holes. "Off. Now."
Theren coughs into a handkerchief before shoving it in his pocket. "Hello."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She puts down her bottle of whiskey at her side, wiping the alcohol from her lip, "I could go fer a bite. I don't think I met ya, Merabelle." She bows her head.
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 hops off of the carriage, slapping the side of one of their helms, "If you aren't going to make me, I suppose I will anyway."
She looks over to them and smiles softly before downing her glass, "Howdy, Theren. Doin' okay?"
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.)
somethings walks out of the darkness
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
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*Sorry about the delay*
"...Oh... Yeah, I'd much prefer gouging out a few eyes over all that." She shudders. "Out of curiosity, what happens if the curse festers? Not that I plan on letting it fester, of course- I'm not that foolish."
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)
One grabs his hand, gripping tightly with his metal gauntlet. "Do not touch us." he snarls. 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. "Let him go Atres. Leon, put the sword away." the elf says softly.
He nods, finishing up the dishes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm Atticus Gorta. Pleasure to meet you." He tips his hat to her, and one of the zombies lays down in front of them. "You like them raw, or prepared?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am... not sure how I feel. Previously, I was wracked with a curse of eternal hunger... only recently was I rid of it. The absence of starvation feels more alien to me than the curse itself. I'm not sure what to do now."
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 smiles as they let go of him, putting away the concealed knife he had, smiling over to the elf "Atres and Leon, I'll keep those names in mind. A fellow elf, a pleasure." He bows deeply.
She walks over to help them, sighing, "I... Omori's sick, an' I'm scared Theren."
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.)
She reaches out and tears an arm off of the zombie, crunching down on it, making sure not to speak with food in her mouth "Raw is fine, why don't ya sit down?"
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.)
"You don't need to know. By the time it's enough to really worry about, your mind won't let you worry anymore. The moment you don't care anymore, call me. I will find out, and by the time I do, I'll probably have to euthanize you." He puts his spoon away, wrapping it in cloth and placing it in a special case. "Is there anything else you want? We can go out and get a treat while you get ready."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The pleasure is all mine." he says softly
"Do you know whats wrong with her?" he asks, looking concerned.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He does so. "Now, about your daughter's condition... do you know where she picked it up?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He stands before them with a smile, "As these two were going to find out, I am Uzui, blade of justice."
"Yeah, an' she doesn't want anybody ta see. Star sickness, gonna turn her but I know the cure."
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.)
"The Observatory up north. I can cure it, but it might take some effort." She sighs, leaning back "I won't dip back inta dark magic though."
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.)