"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?"
"It was how I was raised, the gods were given or gained more than mortals have, unless I become a god myself, I must show my respect."
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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.'
"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."
Carrion seems to smile, well, as well as he can without his skin splitting. He gently pets the sides of Atticus's face, murmuring words of gentle affection.
"I am not one to steer away from my own routine and faith my child, do not consider it rejection, more so acceptance without consumption." He sits down in one of the pews "You seem to have a violent mind.. I worry as though you don't actually want to be my friend."
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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."
“No, just got a little surprised when you looked at me.”
"Very sorry." He wrings his spindly hands.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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?"
"It was how I was raised, the gods were given or gained more than mortals have, unless I become a god myself, I must show my respect."
"Why? Even if they go against everything you stand for, you still respect them?"
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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.”
"Yeah...sure..."
"Im Heath!"
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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.
"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?"
"It was how I was raised, the gods were given or gained more than mortals have, unless I become a god myself, I must show my respect."
"Why? Even if they go against everything you stand for, you still respect them?"
"Because they are more than domains or choices, they are people, I respect everyone, even the most vile, which is why my parents gave me the job I have."
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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 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?"
"It was how I was raised, the gods were given or gained more than mortals have, unless I become a god myself, I must show my respect."
"Why? Even if they go against everything you stand for, you still respect them?"
"Because they are more than domains or choices, they are people, I respect everyone, even the most vile, which is why my parents gave me the job I have."
"And what job is that?" He questions.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
Carrion seems to smile, well, as well as he can without his skin splitting. He gently pets the sides of Atticus's face, murmuring words of gentle affection.
"I am not one to steer away from my own routine and faith my child, do not consider it rejection, more so acceptance without consumption." He sits down in one of the pews "You seem to have a violent mind.. I worry as though you don't actually want to be my friend."
Atticus smiles and lets him. He makes happy noises and closes his eyes. "You're good at this..."
He takes off his coat and hat, tossing them up onto the statue so they hang there. "You're right on the first account. I do want to be your friend, even if I despise Morgana and plan on ripping her husband to offal and off-cuts." He yawns. "Did you like my statue?"
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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.
"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."
Carrion seems to smile, well, as well as he can without his skin splitting. He gently pets the sides of Atticus's face, murmuring words of gentle affection.
"I am not one to steer away from my own routine and faith my child, do not consider it rejection, more so acceptance without consumption." He sits down in one of the pews "You seem to have a violent mind.. I worry as though you don't actually want to be my friend."
Atticus smiles and lets him. He makes happy noises and closes his eyes. "You're good at this..."
He takes off his coat and hat, tossing them up onto the statue so they hang there. "You're right on the first account. I do want to be your friend, even if I despise Morgana and plan on ripping her husband to offal and off-cuts." He yawns. "Did you like my statue?"
"I try to be." He says softly "I must admit, you are someone I feel close to compared to the rest here." He explains.
Luciano sighs and takes the hat and coat, hanging them up on a wall-mounted coat rack by the entrance "But you spoke of also harming me, forgive me if I am a little worried." he says and nods politely "I did, it was.. creative."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"It was how I was raised, the gods were given or gained more than mortals have, unless I become a god myself, I must show my respect."
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 seems to smile, well, as well as he can without his skin splitting. He gently pets the sides of Atticus's face, murmuring words of gentle affection.
"I am not one to steer away from my own routine and faith my child, do not consider it rejection, more so acceptance without consumption." He sits down in one of the pews "You seem to have a violent mind.. I worry as though you don't actually want to be my friend."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
After a while the writhing stops too, and she begins to sway with their singing.
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.)
"Very sorry." He wrings his spindly hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why? Even if they go against everything you stand for, you still respect them?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Maybe not to you, but to the people that worship you. You are."
He flinches at her snapping
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah...sure..."
"Im Heath!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head "You must be naive.."
She rubs a hand over her face "I will talk to Jack or to Sehet or someone about looking into this disease.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Because they are more than domains or choices, they are people, I respect everyone, even the most vile, which is why my parents gave me the job I have."
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.)
"And what job is that?" He questions.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sings until shes fully soothed
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Im only 35 in elf years. A mere child."
He reaches out to take her hand. "Okay..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Executioner in the Imperial House of Justice. My older sister is Judge, my younger brother is Jury."
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 does eventually fall into a peaceful slumber, sighing happily.
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.)
Atticus smiles and lets him. He makes happy noises and closes his eyes. "You're good at this..."
He takes off his coat and hat, tossing them up onto the statue so they hang there. "You're right on the first account. I do want to be your friend, even if I despise Morgana and plan on ripping her husband to offal and off-cuts." He yawns. "Did you like my statue?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I try to be." He says softly "I must admit, you are someone I feel close to compared to the rest here." He explains.
Luciano sighs and takes the hat and coat, hanging them up on a wall-mounted coat rack by the entrance "But you spoke of also harming me, forgive me if I am a little worried." he says and nods politely "I did, it was.. creative."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So you three choose who lives and who dies?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She does wake up hours later, getting some good sleep, though still a little afraid.
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 thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I suppose that's true, though I am only the blade."
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.)