"Executioner in the Imperial House of Justice. My older sister is Judge, my younger brother is Jury."
"So you three choose who lives and who dies?"
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I suppose that's true, though I am only the blade."
"The one who kills.." he grumbles
"Exactly, it was the position I was give, not the one I choose, my brother more empathic, my sister more logical, and I most dangerous. It only made sense they said."
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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.'
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."
"I really like you too. You may not be the most attractive meat-worm I've found, but you are the most clever and charismatic. And you smell nice. Like, fermented instead of just rotten. That gives you a lot of bonus points."
"Oh, I kill a lot of people. That doesn't mean I dislike them. I don't dislike most people. I just want to show your 'goddess' that I'm back in action and ready to kill her favorite stolen children if they get in my way. And her biological children. Honestly, I don't care about gender, race, species, nationality, anything like that. I just want to make disgusting animals like her squirm."
"Executioner in the Imperial House of Justice. My older sister is Judge, my younger brother is Jury."
"So you three choose who lives and who dies?"
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I suppose that's true, though I am only the blade."
"The one who kills.." he grumbles
"Exactly, it was the position I was give, not the one I choose, my brother more empathic, my sister more logical, and I most dangerous. It only made sense they said."
"Mn... How many have you killed?" His tone is suddenly cold, clipped.
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."
"I really like you too. You may not be the most attractive meat-worm I've found, but you are the most clever and charismatic. And you smell nice. Like, fermented instead of just rotten. That gives you a lot of bonus points."
"Oh, I kill a lot of people. That doesn't mean I dislike them. I don't dislike most people. I just want to show your 'goddess' that I'm back in action and ready to kill her favorite stolen children if they get in my way. And her biological children. Honestly, I don't care about gender, race, species, nationality, anything like that. I just want to make disgusting animals like her squirm."
Carrion barks out a laugh "I do not believe a word you say when you compliment me but I know you see it somehow, even if I do not." He explained.
Luciano stands up and clasps his hands together under his robes sleeves "I think it be best you left now." he said, giving a polite smile.
Leo is there, smiling softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks up at them, "Leo... how long was I asleep... were you awake the whole time...?"
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 one who kills.." he grumbles
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yeah...and just a few hours."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Exactly, it was the position I was give, not the one I choose, my brother more empathic, my sister more logical, and I most dangerous. It only made sense they said."
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've been watching over me... for hours." She hugs them with crushing strength "You are the best husband ever."
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.
"Crushing....me...dear..." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, sorry." She didn't have that strength before, but she lets go of them, kissing them passionately, lying on top of 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.)
"I really like you too. You may not be the most attractive meat-worm I've found, but you are the most clever and charismatic. And you smell nice. Like, fermented instead of just rotten. That gives you a lot of bonus points."
"Oh, I kill a lot of people. That doesn't mean I dislike them. I don't dislike most people. I just want to show your 'goddess' that I'm back in action and ready to kill her favorite stolen children if they get in my way. And her biological children. Honestly, I don't care about gender, race, species, nationality, anything like that. I just want to make disgusting animals like her squirm."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles up at her. "I love you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I... love you too... I love you so much." She peppers their face with kisses.
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.)
"Mn... How many have you killed?" His tone is suddenly cold, clipped.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He giggles and squirms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He notices but replies "573, I could tell you each their names and crime if you'd like those too."
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 eventually lies down on top of them, "I love you."
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 barks out a laugh "I do not believe a word you say when you compliment me but I know you see it somehow, even if I do not." He explained.
Luciano stands up and clasps his hands together under his robes sleeves "I think it be best you left now." he said, giving a polite smile.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Make a DEX save. DC: 27.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He decides to fail the save, and take whatever damage comes along with 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 love you more my love."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.