Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
Carrion doesn't seem to notice him, his book capturing his full attention.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion takes off his mask and nuzzles him "You do not need to do that if you do not want to.."
Luciano takes a step back, rubbing his thumb over his medal. He thinks for a moment before turning to the statue of Morgana. Silently, he bows before it before turning back and going to find Barrett to take care of this pillar.
He nuzzles back. "I do what I want and almost nothing else. Their actions deserve discipline. They need to know that they can't do this stuff and expect no consequences."
Atticus himself, in a recognizable but much less intimidating and more strugel-y form stands in the doorway. "Barrett will be here soon. I made sure of it. How about we talk for a bit. It's been a while since my last confession."
Carrion takes off his mask and nuzzles him "You do not need to do that if you do not want to.."
Luciano takes a step back, rubbing his thumb over his medal. He thinks for a moment before turning to the statue of Morgana. Silently, he bows before it before turning back and going to find Barrett to take care of this pillar.
He nuzzles back. "I do what I want and almost nothing else. Their actions deserve discipline. They need to know that they can't do this stuff and expect no consequences."
Atticus himself, in a recognizable but much less intimidating and more strugel-y form stands in the doorway. "Barrett will be here soon. I made sure of it. How about we talk for a bit. It's been a while since my last confession."
Carrion nods "I suppose.. Somewhere, in my heart, I forgive them despite knowing they deserve no forgiveness." He huffs and rubs a hand over the front of his face "Perhaps I am a fool to some degree."
Luciano smiles despite being on edge "Of course my son, come in." he holds the door open.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
Carrion doesn't seem to notice him, his book capturing his full attention.
Mauric looks up and sees Carrion. He freezes for a second, but elects to politely ignore him and not interrupt.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"45 years left."
They both duck down further
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*good place to end?*
"Tell me what you saw..." he says, cupping her face in his hands.
Both squirm
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Childe, I am not cool, I am not special, I am nothing." He mutters.
"What in the hells?" that causes her to wake up fully, sitting up in bed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Carrion doesn't seem to notice him, his book capturing his full attention.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"But you're a god!"
"Im sick dear. Im gonna have frequent blackouts and bleed from my mouth at times. There is no cure. No god can heal me either." he says softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yep.*
She bristles as she thinks about it "... I... please... it was... I'm scared Leo..."
"Just tell me where an' y'all can go."
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.)
Thirteen sighs. “I can work with that. What caused it?”
Loriche doesn’t want to disturb them, so she decides to just continue on and leave them alone.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Hon...im here....what you saw you need to tell me....please sweetie..."
"We wanna go to the field!" Oliver says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Old disease."
They silently follow her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nuzzles back. "I do what I want and almost nothing else. Their actions deserve discipline. They need to know that they can't do this stuff and expect no consequences."
Atticus himself, in a recognizable but much less intimidating and more strugel-y form stands in the doorway. "Barrett will be here soon. I made sure of it. How about we talk for a bit. It's been a while since my last confession."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She puts her forehead to theirs "A... something... it turns people into monsters... it's worse than a S-Shambler"
She calmly puts them both back down, "Make sure ta be careful out there."
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.)
"Is it a monster...or a god..?"
They both nod
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And?" he asks.
"Have you tried?" She asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Carrion nods "I suppose.. Somewhere, in my heart, I forgive them despite knowing they deserve no forgiveness." He huffs and rubs a hand over the front of his face "Perhaps I am a fool to some degree."
Luciano smiles despite being on edge "Of course my son, come in." he holds the door open.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That makes you super special."
He nods. "I have...i swear ive tried everything..." he says softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She just nods, clinging to them.
She slaps their back, rustling their hair "Well get goin' then."
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.)
Mauric looks up and sees Carrion. He freezes for a second, but elects to politely ignore him and not interrupt.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Cancer? Magical? Or what?”
Loriche turns to face them. “Okay, look. What do you guys want??”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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.)
"Its both?"
they both go
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.