Thirteen is trying to consort with higher-multiversal entities.
Mauric is making piercer kebabs.
Loriche has set up signs directing people along the path to her camp.
Riotan is preparing his incursion.
A man stands at the entrance to her camp. At least, he's reminiscent of a man. His features are off, as if someone got all the pieces of a man and put them in the right places, but they didn't line up in a way that says 'person.' He wears fine clothes with dirt under the cuffs, as well as under his fingernails. He's otherwise immaculate, his oversized eyes and overwhite smile gleaming in the half-light of the woods.
"Hiya, sir! Are you looking for magical weapons or handicrafts?" She says to him.
"Handicrafts?" He repeats. His voice isn't human either. He takes a step forward, seemingly curious.
"Yep. All kinds of metal-composed bits and bobs. Have a look!"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Carrion has unwrapped the bandage's that conform his body and is back to his fatty, bloated beautiful self. He is currently munching on a massive bowl of popcorn that is almost as big as an owlbear.
Lee is outside, smoking. He is smoking outside because someone has already yelled at him for smoking inside. Thank god that's all they yelled at him for, if he hadn't had on his mask then people would've been screaming in fear.
He grabs something fuzzy with his next handful. Atticus was hiding in the bowl, and is now covered in butter and salt.
Otto approaches and drops something on the table. Burdock flowers, thorns covered in his black blood. "Howdy-do, friend."
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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.
Carrion has unwrapped the bandage's that conform his body and is back to his fatty, bloated beautiful self. He is currently munching on a massive bowl of popcorn that is almost as big as an owlbear.
Lee is outside, smoking. He is smoking outside because someone has already yelled at him for smoking inside. Thank god that's all they yelled at him for, if he hadn't had on his mask then people would've been screaming in fear.
Cyvus nods to him, taking a big drag from a cigar himself. He's leaned up against a wall, and his graciously aged face shows signs of weariness, the first in ages.
Lee looks down at them and tilts his head "Yo."
"Hello, there. A nice day, isn't it?" he exhales the smoke, tapping the cigar to ash it a bit.
"I suppose. I'm more of a pessimist so.. glass half empty. It's a play day."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Thirteen is trying to consort with higher-multiversal entities.
Mauric is making piercer kebabs.
Riotan is preparing his incursion.
"Excuse me, why do you continue to force contact?" calls a voice in his mind
Saphuno is watching, helping him here and there
Mac is missing.
"To save my friend's life."
"Thanks, but I got it." He tells her.
Needing his cultists by his side for this affair, Rio's looking for him.
"Oh, I don't think I can help with that, very sorry."
"Alright, just making sure. Smells really good, though."
His search takes a while, but he finds the sad lump by the river, holding his legs to his chest
"You can't cure magical cancer, then?"
"I hope so. Piercers can be really stringy." He nods.
Riotan sits beside him, patting him on the head consolingly.
"I can try, I just need about an hour to materialize in your plane."
"Never had them before, when will it be done."
"Hey.." he says weakly, sniffling
"So... what are you, exactly?"
"In like... a minute or so."
Rio wordlessly hugs you.
"A god, more likened to a Sand Man, but I can do all sorts of things." An energy begins to coalesce near them
"Sweet! Want me to grab plates?"
Mac sobs out, hugging Rio tightly, blabbering incoherent words.
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"Handicrafts?" He repeats. His voice isn't human either. He takes a step forward, seemingly curious.
"Yep. All kinds of metal-composed bits and bobs. Have a look!"
He walks over, looking over each individual item. "Do you, uh, have a... pressure cooker?" He runs his hands over the items, occasionally cutting himself on sharp bits. He doesn't seem to register the damage... or bleed.
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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.
Carrion has unwrapped the bandage's that conform his body and is back to his fatty, bloated beautiful self. He is currently munching on a massive bowl of popcorn that is almost as big as an owlbear.
Lee is outside, smoking. He is smoking outside because someone has already yelled at him for smoking inside. Thank god that's all they yelled at him for, if he hadn't had on his mask then people would've been screaming in fear.
He grabs something fuzzy with his next handful. Atticus was hiding in the bowl, and is now covered in butter and salt.
Otto approaches and drops something on the table. Burdock flowers, thorns covered in his black blood. "Howdy-do, friend."
Carrion nearly screeches at this, taken so off guard by the fuzzy intruder in his snack. Once he has composed himself, he tilts his head "If I could die, you would've produced a heart attack in me."
Lee takes off his mask, replacing it with his sunglasses "Hey there buddy. What's popping?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion has unwrapped the bandage's that conform his body and is back to his fatty, bloated beautiful self. He is currently munching on a massive bowl of popcorn that is almost as big as an owlbear.
Lee is outside, smoking. He is smoking outside because someone has already yelled at him for smoking inside. Thank god that's all they yelled at him for, if he hadn't had on his mask then people would've been screaming in fear.
Cyvus nods to him, taking a big drag from a cigar himself. He's leaned up against a wall, and his graciously aged face shows signs of weariness, the first in ages.
Lee looks down at them and tilts his head "Yo."
"Hello, there. A nice day, isn't it?" he exhales the smoke, tapping the cigar to ash it a bit.
"I suppose. I'm more of a pessimist so.. glass half empty. It's a play day."
"A play day? Interesting, what ever do you mean by that?"
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Carrion has unwrapped the bandage's that conform his body and is back to his fatty, bloated beautiful self. He is currently munching on a massive bowl of popcorn that is almost as big as an owlbear.
Lee is outside, smoking. He is smoking outside because someone has already yelled at him for smoking inside. Thank god that's all they yelled at him for, if he hadn't had on his mask then people would've been screaming in fear.
Cyvus nods to him, taking a big drag from a cigar himself. He's leaned up against a wall, and his graciously aged face shows signs of weariness, the first in ages.
Lee looks down at them and tilts his head "Yo."
"Hello, there. A nice day, isn't it?" he exhales the smoke, tapping the cigar to ash it a bit.
"I suppose. I'm more of a pessimist so.. glass half empty. It's a play day."
"A play day? Interesting, what ever do you mean by that?"
"Nevermind friend. Who are you?" He tilts his head, his long unkept black hair moving with him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He grabs something fuzzy with his next handful. Atticus was hiding in the bowl, and is now covered in butter and salt.
Otto approaches and drops something on the table. Burdock flowers, thorns covered in his black blood. "Howdy-do, friend."
Carrion nearly screeches at this, taken so off guard by the fuzzy intruder in his snack. Once he has composed himself, he tilts his head "If I could die, you would've produced a heart attack in me."
Lee takes off his mask, replacing it with his sunglasses "Hey there buddy. What's popping?"
"And I would have resuscitated you. No harm done." He hops out and sits on top of Carrion.
"Kids. I need to dig a new hole, but that can wait until tomorrow. It's already night, so I can get away with staying up top until morning."
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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.
Carrion has unwrapped the bandage's that conform his body and is back to his fatty, bloated beautiful self. He is currently munching on a massive bowl of popcorn that is almost as big as an owlbear.
Lee is outside, smoking. He is smoking outside because someone has already yelled at him for smoking inside. Thank god that's all they yelled at him for, if he hadn't had on his mask then people would've been screaming in fear.
Cyvus nods to him, taking a big drag from a cigar himself. He's leaned up against a wall, and his graciously aged face shows signs of weariness, the first in ages.
Lee looks down at them and tilts his head "Yo."
"Hello, there. A nice day, isn't it?" he exhales the smoke, tapping the cigar to ash it a bit.
"I suppose. I'm more of a pessimist so.. glass half empty. It's a play day."
"A play day? Interesting, what ever do you mean by that?"
"Nevermind friend. Who are you?" He tilts his head, his long unkept black hair moving with him.
"My name is Cyvus, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
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He grabs something fuzzy with his next handful. Atticus was hiding in the bowl, and is now covered in butter and salt.
Otto approaches and drops something on the table. Burdock flowers, thorns covered in his black blood. "Howdy-do, friend."
Carrion nearly screeches at this, taken so off guard by the fuzzy intruder in his snack. Once he has composed himself, he tilts his head "If I could die, you would've produced a heart attack in me."
Lee takes off his mask, replacing it with his sunglasses "Hey there buddy. What's popping?"
"And I would have resuscitated you. No harm done." He hops out and sits on top of Carrion.
"Kids. I need to dig a new hole, but that can wait until tomorrow. It's already night, so I can get away with staying up top until morning."
Carrion chuckles and wipes the salt and butter off of them with his robe "How did you even manage to hide in there?"
"That's good to hear." He nods and grins "Tell me, why keep burying and putting things in the ground? What's that about?" He takes the flowers, the thorns seeming to break off in his skin but causing no harm.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I'm heading to bed everyone. Have a good night :3*
*Sleep well, friend*
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"Yep. All kinds of metal-composed bits and bobs. Have a look!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He grabs something fuzzy with his next handful. Atticus was hiding in the bowl, and is now covered in butter and salt.
Otto approaches and drops something on the table. Burdock flowers, thorns covered in his black blood. "Howdy-do, friend."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose. I'm more of a pessimist so.. glass half empty. It's a play day."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A god, more likened to a Sand Man, but I can do all sorts of things." An energy begins to coalesce near them
"Sweet! Want me to grab plates?"
Mac sobs out, hugging Rio tightly, blabbering incoherent words.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He walks over, looking over each individual item. "Do you, uh, have a... pressure cooker?" He runs his hands over the items, occasionally cutting himself on sharp bits. He doesn't seem to register the damage... or bleed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion nearly screeches at this, taken so off guard by the fuzzy intruder in his snack. Once he has composed himself, he tilts his head "If I could die, you would've produced a heart attack in me."
Lee takes off his mask, replacing it with his sunglasses "Hey there buddy. What's popping?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A play day? Interesting, what ever do you mean by that?"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Nevermind friend. Who are you?" He tilts his head, his long unkept black hair moving with him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And I would have resuscitated you. No harm done." He hops out and sits on top of Carrion.
"Kids. I need to dig a new hole, but that can wait until tomorrow. It's already night, so I can get away with staying up top until morning."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My name is Cyvus, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Carrion chuckles and wipes the salt and butter off of them with his robe "How did you even manage to hide in there?"
"That's good to hear." He nods and grins "Tell me, why keep burying and putting things in the ground? What's that about?" He takes the flowers, the thorns seeming to break off in his skin but causing no harm.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm heading to bed everyone. Have a good night :3*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sleep well, friend*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Eepy upon this earth, husbando*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*just you and me now, Baal. Wanna rp?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Good morning fellow rats.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I am sending you to the Death Camp.*
*You will learn how to embalm bodies and raise the dead, all while having fun with your friends and being surrounded by nature.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey everybody I’m gonna be on less, or maybe even not at all for the next few days, I’m gonna try to be around, anyone wanna rp.*
*Summer camp for necromancers*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey, Jester. Thank you for telling us.*
*I'd be up for RP if you still are.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.