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.
"Old disease."
They silently follow her
“Cancer? Magical? Or what?”
Loriche turns to face them. “Okay, look. What do you guys want??”
"A mix of both."
"Why are you made of metal?" he asks curiously
“Splendid. You’ve tried to rid yourself of it already?”
“I didn’t used to. It was just my armor. But when I died, it kept my soul inside and now just about everything inside has rotted.”
"Yeah. nothing works."
"Woah...."
“What have you tried then?”
She shrugs. “It’s a little odd, but not too bad. Only problem is I can still feel the arrows that killed me. Kinda painful but I’ve gotten more than used to it.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Well, you're likely wrong, but we will have to see. Assume she has changed, see for yourself rather than assume the worst."
"You don't understand.. I don't think you ever will.."
"I likely won't, but that doesn't make what I say any less true, does it? Do you want to be a good god?"
"I am unsure anymore. First Atticus and now you.. Telling me I should be something when I don't even want to be alive right now.."
"If you don't want to be alive that's your choice to make, but you are alive right now, do you want to make this world better, or let it make itself worse. Oh, and tell Atticus hello when you see him next."
"You know him? Then again, I don't see why you wouldn't know him." He said, wringing his hands.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She shrugs. “It’s a little odd, but not too bad. Only problem is I can still feel the arrows that killed me. Kinda painful but I’ve gotten more than used to it.”
"Everything."
"Aw...that sucks..."
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You know him? Then again, I don't see why you wouldn't know him." He said, wringing his hands.
"He's a good friend, we battle every weekend with our guitars, or well, his guitar and my Roan." He smiles "I think of you as my friend too, and it would be a shame if you werent alive."
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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.
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
“Hi.” He says to Carrion, the fur on his back and tail standing up.
Carrion watches this and tilts his head "Ah.. forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you."
“No no, you’re good. You’re just being here. That’s no cause for apology.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"It's okay. You can forgive them if you want. But they need to learn or they'll never improve." He massages Carrion's fatty, slimy shoulders. "This is for them." The way he says it, it's clear he does not care if Carrion believes him or not.
He walks inside, casually pulling a bottle of fine whiskey from his boot. "Thirsty, old timer?" He uncorks it, takes a couple chugs, pours some out on the ground, and tosses the bottle at Luciano without even listening to his response or giving any warning.
Carrion makes a noise in the back of his throat and leans into the touch. "I was speaking to Uzui, the sea elf with a roan, he does believe that Morgana has changed and is no longer what she was." He frowns, his skinned face twitching "I do not believe him.. I still think she hides her deeds from public eyes.."
"I do not drink alcohol, it is against the rules that I live by." He said, setting it down at a window sill, making a mental note to himself to give it to someone else.
"Public opinion never stopped me before." He smiles warmly. "I'm gonna see how Ryill likes being on the receiving end of petty entitled bull(gp)."
"It's rude to reject a gift, Father. I was hoping to like you." He sits down on the foot of the Morgana statue. "Especially since my other idea was to string you up in front of the church you serve like I did the last three priests I encountered. Like Ko was." He leans back, settling in. "Regeneration doesn't do much when your thoracic cage is held open by tenterhooks." He speaks in a lusty whisper. "All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside for all the world to see. I really want to be friends, Luciano."
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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.
"You know him? Then again, I don't see why you wouldn't know him." He said, wringing his hands.
"He's a good friend, we battle every weekend with our guitars, or well, his guitar and my Roan." He smiles "I think of you as my friend too, and it would be a shame if you werent alive."
"Mn." He erings his spindly hands again "Why do you bless the gods altars?"
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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.
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
“Hi.” He says to Carrion, the fur on his back and tail standing up.
Carrion watches this and tilts his head "Ah.. forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you."
“No no, you’re good. You’re just being here. That’s no cause for apology.”
"Still, it appears I have made you afraid in some capacity."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She shrugs. “It’s a little odd, but not too bad. Only problem is I can still feel the arrows that killed me. Kinda painful but I’ve gotten more than used to it.”
"Everything."
"Aw...that sucks..."
“Come on now… don’t resign yourself. There are always options left. I know it. Some unexplored avenue.”
“Yeah… thanks for your sympathy though. I’m Loriche.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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.
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
“Hi.” He says to Carrion, the fur on his back and tail standing up.
Carrion watches this and tilts his head "Ah.. forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you."
“No no, you’re good. You’re just being here. That’s no cause for apology.”
"Still, it appears I have made you afraid in some capacity."
“No, just got a little surprised when you looked at me.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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She nods, before closing her eyes and falling asleep in their arms.
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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What have you tried then?”
She shrugs. “It’s a little odd, but not too bad. Only problem is I can still feel the arrows that killed me. Kinda painful but I’ve gotten more than used to it.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"You know him? Then again, I don't see why you wouldn't know him." He said, wringing his hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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He holds her, staying awake
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Childe, do you know how many gods, how many pantheons exist?" he tilts his head, his teeth clicking.
She narrows her eyes "Are you sure?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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They can hear her weakly muttering something, shaking and shivering as shes trapped in some strange nightmare.
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.)
"Everything."
"Aw...that sucks..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"He's a good friend, we battle every weekend with our guitars, or well, his guitar and my Roan." He smiles "I think of you as my friend too, and it would be a shame if you werent alive."
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.)
"No...i dont."
He nods. "I promise Lore. I...i dont wanna spend my years left with you worrying about this. I just wanna be here with you..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“No no, you’re good. You’re just being here. That’s no cause for apology.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He tries to soothe her
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She continues to writhe, but stops muttering, wiggly.
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.)
"Public opinion never stopped me before." He smiles warmly. "I'm gonna see how Ryill likes being on the receiving end of petty entitled bull(gp)."
"It's rude to reject a gift, Father. I was hoping to like you." He sits down on the foot of the Morgana statue. "Especially since my other idea was to string you up in front of the church you serve like I did the last three priests I encountered. Like Ko was." He leans back, settling in. "Regeneration doesn't do much when your thoracic cage is held open by tenterhooks." He speaks in a lusty whisper. "All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside for all the world to see. I really want to be friends, Luciano."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Mn." He erings his spindly hands again "Why do you bless the gods altars?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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He sings softly to her
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Still, it appears I have made you afraid in some capacity."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Too many gods, all of them from different ideas and backgrounds." He snorts "No god is special."
"I am gonna worry!!" She snaps.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Come on now… don’t resign yourself. There are always options left. I know it. Some unexplored avenue.”
“Yeah… thanks for your sympathy though. I’m Loriche.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“No, just got a little surprised when you looked at me.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.