"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."
"But isn't that the point of free will? To allow them to do what they want, no matter how horrendous it may be? It is who they are, and who they deserve to be. Free creatures, living out their days on this ball of rock until the end times eventually rise up and swallow everything whole leaving nothing but the empty void of nothingness?" He rambles, petting them like a therapy dog almost.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"Oh, okay... I suppose it's some comfort knowing that you can deal with it quickly if it gets worse, one way or another." She dryly chuckles a bit. "I don't think I have any more questions right now, so... sure, I'd like some kind of treat, and then I'll be ready. Normally, I'd probably have a deer's heart or something of the sort... I don't know if that's a good idea given what's happening, though."
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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)
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."
"Don't worry. I can do that for you." He pulls out a thick tome. A combination cookbook-spellbook. "I was something of a dark lord back in the day. I'm not as strong anymore, but I've still got plenty of power to work with. I've been collecting a junk drawer of terrible things, and I've gotten very good at safe removal." He pulls out a writhing sphere of dark power, about the size of an apple. It's made primarily from Helianth's curse of hunger, but other evil spells and curses lie within. "I like to shave off bits as a seasoning. It's what makes the zombies taste better than usual." He flenses the arm from the zombie and pours bourbon over it. "Completely harmless unless I need it to be."
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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.
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."
"Don't worry. I can do that for you." He pulls out a thick tome. A combination cookbook-spellbook. "I was something of a dark lord back in the day. I'm not as strong anymore, but I've still got plenty of power to work with. I've been collecting a junk drawer of terrible things, and I've gotten very good at safe removal." He pulls out a writhing sphere of dark power, about the size of an apple. It's made primarily from Helianth's curse of hunger, but other evil spells and curses lie within. "I like to shave off bits as a seasoning. It's what makes the zombies taste better than usual." He flenses the arm from the zombie and pours bourbon over it. "Completely harmless unless I need it to be."
She thinks about it for a moment, listening to them speak before taking another bit out of the arm, "Don't, I thank ya fer the offer, but I want ta do this one, it ain't a matter o' pride 'er nothin', I just wanna do it myself. I can give ya the left overs 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.'
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."
"But isn't that the point of free will? To allow them to do what they want, no matter how horrendous it may be? It is who they are, and who they deserve to be. Free creatures, living out their days on this ball of rock until the end times eventually rise up and swallow everything whole leaving nothing but the empty void of nothingness?" He rambles, petting them like a therapy dog almost.
"I believe free will must be preserved. Have you heard of the Human Respect Principle? It states that one is free to do whatever they desire, and anyone who wants to take away that freedom is reprehensible. That reprehensibility is what we call a 'special permission,' meaning that they can be punished accordingly. I don't desire death or pain or suffering, but I refuse to allow such acts to go unpunished." He leans into the pets. He feels surprisingly real despite being supposedly made of cake.
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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 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."
"But isn't that the point of free will? To allow them to do what they want, no matter how horrendous it may be? It is who they are, and who they deserve to be. Free creatures, living out their days on this ball of rock until the end times eventually rise up and swallow everything whole leaving nothing but the empty void of nothingness?" He rambles, petting them like a therapy dog almost.
"I believe free will must be preserved. Have you heard of the Human Respect Principle? It states that one is free to do whatever they desire, and anyone who wants to take away that freedom is reprehensible. That reprehensibility is what we call a 'special permission,' meaning that they can be punished accordingly. I don't desire death or pain or suffering, but I refuse to allow such acts to go unpunished." He leans into the pets. He feels surprisingly real despite being supposedly made of cake.
Carrion sighs softly and plays with the ears of Atticus, his spindly fingers bending them around like one might do with a puppy dog. His lidless eyes seem sad, depressed even. "I am sorry... I do not know what to do anymore for this world."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"Oh, okay... I suppose it's some comfort knowing that you can deal with it quickly if it gets worse, one way or another." She dryly chuckles a bit. "I don't think I have any more questions right now, so... sure, I'd like some kind of treat, and then I'll be ready. Normally, I'd probably have a deer's heart or something of the sort... I don't know if that's a good idea given what's happening, though."
"How about some gelato? I found a great place nearby. It's like thick, rich, flavorful ice cream. It's also warmer, so brain freeze comes slower." He stands up. "There's also an awesome deli nearby in case you want something more meaty."
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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.
"Don't worry. I can do that for you." He pulls out a thick tome. A combination cookbook-spellbook. "I was something of a dark lord back in the day. I'm not as strong anymore, but I've still got plenty of power to work with. I've been collecting a junk drawer of terrible things, and I've gotten very good at safe removal." He pulls out a writhing sphere of dark power, about the size of an apple. It's made primarily from Helianth's curse of hunger, but other evil spells and curses lie within. "I like to shave off bits as a seasoning. It's what makes the zombies taste better than usual." He flenses the arm from the zombie and pours bourbon over it. "Completely harmless unless I need it to be."
She thinks about it for a moment, listening to them speak before taking another bit out of the arm, "Don't, I thank ya fer the offer, but I want ta do this one, it ain't a matter o' pride 'er nothin', I just wanna do it myself. I can give ya the left overs though."
He nods. He pulls out a little leather case. "A spoon. Razor sharp. You need to excise the eyes before you can remove the memories. If you fail, I'll have to take drastic measures to contain it before it gets out of hand. Please, for your daughter's sake, be thorough and do not relent."
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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.
"Don't worry. I can do that for you." He pulls out a thick tome. A combination cookbook-spellbook. "I was something of a dark lord back in the day. I'm not as strong anymore, but I've still got plenty of power to work with. I've been collecting a junk drawer of terrible things, and I've gotten very good at safe removal." He pulls out a writhing sphere of dark power, about the size of an apple. It's made primarily from Helianth's curse of hunger, but other evil spells and curses lie within. "I like to shave off bits as a seasoning. It's what makes the zombies taste better than usual." He flenses the arm from the zombie and pours bourbon over it. "Completely harmless unless I need it to be."
She thinks about it for a moment, listening to them speak before taking another bit out of the arm, "Don't, I thank ya fer the offer, but I want ta do this one, it ain't a matter o' pride 'er nothin', I just wanna do it myself. I can give ya the left overs though."
He nods. He pulls out a little leather case. "A spoon. Razor sharp. You need to excise the eyes before you can remove the memories. If you fail, I'll have to take drastic measures to contain it before it gets out of hand. Please, for your daughter's sake, be thorough and do not relent."
She nods slowly, taking deep and long breaths as to hold himself steady "I'll make sure ta, I ain't gonna shake 'er nothin'. I'll get ya what remains once I cure her. Thank ya." She smiles at them, pouring them a glass of whiskey and offering it to them.
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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 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."
"Oh, okay... I suppose it's some comfort knowing that you can deal with it quickly if it gets worse, one way or another." She dryly chuckles a bit. "I don't think I have any more questions right now, so... sure, I'd like some kind of treat, and then I'll be ready. Normally, I'd probably have a deer's heart or something of the sort... I don't know if that's a good idea given what's happening, though."
"How about some gelato? I found a great place nearby. It's like thick, rich, flavorful ice cream. It's also warmer, so brain freeze comes slower." He stands up. "There's also an awesome deli nearby in case you want something more meaty."
She stands up as well, rolling up the sleeves on the oversized sweater she wears from her days as the Traitor- her nails almost look like claws. "Sure, gelato sounds nice. I've never had it before... actually, I've never had ice cream or anything like it before."
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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)
"If you touch my knights you will face some bad wrath." he says, firmly and softly.
"Thats good. I hope she'll be okay."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"As opposed to good wrath?" He says with a laugh, "A large part of me wants to slap the one that grabbed me just to find out what'll happen."
"I hope so too... she... I worry 'bout her."
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.)
"But isn't that the point of free will? To allow them to do what they want, no matter how horrendous it may be? It is who they are, and who they deserve to be. Free creatures, living out their days on this ball of rock until the end times eventually rise up and swallow everything whole leaving nothing but the empty void of nothingness?" He rambles, petting them like a therapy dog almost.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, okay... I suppose it's some comfort knowing that you can deal with it quickly if it gets worse, one way or another." She dryly chuckles a bit. "I don't think I have any more questions right now, so... sure, I'd like some kind of treat, and then I'll be ready. Normally, I'd probably have a deer's heart or something of the sort... I don't know if that's a good idea given what's happening, though."
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)
"Don't worry. I can do that for you." He pulls out a thick tome. A combination cookbook-spellbook. "I was something of a dark lord back in the day. I'm not as strong anymore, but I've still got plenty of power to work with. I've been collecting a junk drawer of terrible things, and I've gotten very good at safe removal." He pulls out a writhing sphere of dark power, about the size of an apple. It's made primarily from Helianth's curse of hunger, but other evil spells and curses lie within. "I like to shave off bits as a seasoning. It's what makes the zombies taste better than usual." He flenses the arm from the zombie and pours bourbon over it. "Completely harmless unless I need it to be."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I assure you that you will regret it."
"She will be.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She thinks about it for a moment, listening to them speak before taking another bit out of the arm, "Don't, I thank ya fer the offer, but I want ta do this one, it ain't a matter o' pride 'er nothin', I just wanna do it myself. I can give ya the left overs 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.)
"You can't keep teasing me like this, it only makes me want to know more." He slaps them, and suddenly he's gone. Stealth:26
She wraps an arm around Theren "How've the kids been?"
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.)
"I believe free will must be preserved. Have you heard of the Human Respect Principle? It states that one is free to do whatever they desire, and anyone who wants to take away that freedom is reprehensible. That reprehensibility is what we call a 'special permission,' meaning that they can be punished accordingly. I don't desire death or pain or suffering, but I refuse to allow such acts to go unpunished." He leans into the pets. He feels surprisingly real despite being supposedly made of cake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion sighs softly and plays with the ears of Atticus, his spindly fingers bending them around like one might do with a puppy dog. His lidless eyes seem sad, depressed even. "I am sorry... I do not know what to do anymore for this world."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How about some gelato? I found a great place nearby. It's like thick, rich, flavorful ice cream. It's also warmer, so brain freeze comes slower." He stands up. "There's also an awesome deli nearby in case you want something more meaty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a flash of light as he casts hold person as a quickened spell. *Con save*
"They were polite as always." he says, coughing into his arm
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. He pulls out a little leather case. "A spoon. Razor sharp. You need to excise the eyes before you can remove the memories. If you fail, I'll have to take drastic measures to contain it before it gets out of hand. Please, for your daughter's sake, be thorough and do not relent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gotta do a perception check to find him first. Everything he did was in his turn, attack action and bonus action hide.
She looks over to them "I'm gonna check out that cough, I don't trust it."
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.)
*i gtg*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods slowly, taking deep and long breaths as to hold himself steady "I'll make sure ta, I ain't gonna shake 'er nothin'. I'll get ya what remains once I cure her. Thank ya." She smiles at them, pouring them a glass of whiskey and offering it to them.
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 stands up as well, rolling up the sleeves on the oversized sweater she wears from her days as the Traitor- her nails almost look like claws. "Sure, gelato sounds nice. I've never had it before... actually, I've never had ice cream or anything like it before."
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)
*I'll have to go soon, but I love you all!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Love you dude, see you around.*
*See you around Theren, take care.*
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.)
*Farewell for now, friend! Until we meet again some sunny day!*
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)