There are the bones of several small animals in there. They look chewed. Many are charred, or have been cracked open to remove the marrow. The Squire slowly peeks out from behind a tree.
"Hey, man. This place looks nice." He sleepily bonks his head on Pimento's leg, letting it rest there for a solid three seconds before heading to a booth.
He shovels up the remains, and takes them to the compost pile, “I see you, you are going to stop littering, instead you’re going to put anything you kill in this compost.”
He looks down to them, concerned as he takes them to their seat, “How much sleep have you gotten, recently sir?” He asks, looking down at their eyes as they sit them down.
He nods nervously, not confident enough to speak real words. He opens his mouth to try, but what comes out are faint, squeaky choking noises.
"Almost enough. I could always go for more, but the opportunity cost for sleeping 24/7 is pretty big. Also I'd starve." His eyes are big, pink spirals, but they somehow display a sort of soft gentleness to them.
He gestures them over, “I’m Damian, nice to meet you, if you can’t speak, stop trying to.”
He sighs, “We will have to fix that issue, now, I am going to get you your meal, drink, and appetizer, ya are gonna wait here.” A bit of his accent slips in but he shakes it off, walking into the kitchen to begin making the food, though they didn’t yet ask for any.
She stands up with her empty plate, “I should get goin’, nice catchin’ up, Anna.”
His divine power expands, tapping into the feeling of their soul, or what’s left of it.
He walks off to go do exactly that, waving them goodbye for now.
"Nice ta see ye agin, just put yer plate in tha sink."
It's a neutral soul, but a part of it seems to be missing
She waves energetically, continuing to draw and snuggle her plush of him
*Good end, want that mafia boss now?*
She puts the sink away, leaving them a little money on the counter before heading out.
He looks back up to them, “You have a piece of soul missing, want me to help find it?”
*yes!*
"You sly..." she laughs, pocketing it
"No, I know exactly what happened to it. if you can get it back though, you can have my blueprints"
*Thats a good end too, your pick.*
The Stugel is walking through the streets, he’s cleaned his hands and clothes of Nathaniel’s blood, the only remains of him being his ashes.
His eyes shine brightly and he nods, “Is there a time limit? I think I can get them to you soon… where did it go?”
*doom guy*
Mike is lazing against a wall, holding his scythe.
"You got a week. Was taken from me by a man called D'arby." *Do you remember this guy yet?*
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An absolutely muscled up elf is sitting in a field of flowers, watching the petals sway in the breeze, blood covers his hands, but he doesn’t mind.
He looks over to them for a moment, his voice soft, yet defined enough to be heard “Hello, Mike.”
He thinks about it, nodding “I’ll… I’ll try to find it for you.” He puts his book away, “I should get started now.”
A taller and lanky girl is sitting with him, frantically looking over paper work.
"Hey." he says shortly.
"Good luck." he clambers back into Glorious Day, the hydraulics steaming as the cavity closes.
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He nods nervously, not confident enough to speak real words. He opens his mouth to try, but what comes out are faint, squeaky choking noises.
"Almost enough. I could always go for more, but the opportunity cost for sleeping 24/7 is pretty big. Also I'd starve." His eyes are big, pink spirals, but they somehow display a sort of soft gentleness to them.
He gestures them over, “I’m Damian, nice to meet you, if you can’t speak, stop trying to.”
He sighs, “We will have to fix that issue, now, I am going to get you your meal, drink, and appetizer, ya are gonna wait here.” A bit of his accent slips in but he shakes it off, walking into the kitchen to begin making the food, though they didn’t yet ask for any.
He bows his head and walks over, heart pounding with anxiety. He begins to dig up the bones and gather them into a single pile.
Felix watches. He begins writing on a notepad.
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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.
He nods nervously, not confident enough to speak real words. He opens his mouth to try, but what comes out are faint, squeaky choking noises.
"Almost enough. I could always go for more, but the opportunity cost for sleeping 24/7 is pretty big. Also I'd starve." His eyes are big, pink spirals, but they somehow display a sort of soft gentleness to them.
He gestures them over, “I’m Damian, nice to meet you, if you can’t speak, stop trying to.”
He sighs, “We will have to fix that issue, now, I am going to get you your meal, drink, and appetizer, ya are gonna wait here.” A bit of his accent slips in but he shakes it off, walking into the kitchen to begin making the food, though they didn’t yet ask for any.
He bows his head and walks over, heart pounding with anxiety. He begins to dig up the bones and gather them into a single pile.
Felix watches. He begins writing on a notepad.
He helps them along as much as they allow him to, sighing “I’m not angry with you, I don’t get why you’re anxious. Do you have a name?”
He comes out with the drink and appetizer, his favorite beverage and small meal, placing them down “Eat if you would.”
An absolutely muscled up elf is sitting in a field of flowers, watching the petals sway in the breeze, blood covers his hands, but he doesn’t mind.
He looks over to them for a moment, his voice soft, yet defined enough to be heard “Hello, Mike.”
He thinks about it, nodding “I’ll… I’ll try to find it for you.” He puts his book away, “I should get started now.”
A taller and lanky girl is sitting with him, frantically looking over paper work.
"Hey." he says shortly.
"Good luck." he clambers back into Glorious Day, the hydraulics steaming as the cavity closes.
He picks one of the flowers in total silence, putting it neatly into their hair with a small smile.
He squints at them, “You still hold some resentment. I apologize.”
(Good end there too, my pick? How about… idk actually, sorry.)
She pauses, reaching a hand up to touch it a bit. "Really?... Thanks, hun."
"Resentment? Ye don't know the half of it. Lotta shady business within the gang went by, right under yer nose."
Domino has died... Again. Quite frankly, I have no idea how Tony puts up with it.
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He bows his head and walks over, heart pounding with anxiety. He begins to dig up the bones and gather them into a single pile.
Felix watches. He begins writing on a notepad.
He helps them along as much as they allow him to, sighing “I’m not angry with you, I don’t get why you’re anxious. Do you have a name?”
He comes out with the drink and appetizer, his favorite beverage and small meal, placing them down “Eat if you would.”
He chokes on his words for a second, then speaks. "I'm just the Squire." "His name... is Gideon..." His shadow stretches out into a two-headed monstrosity. "But he's afraid of the name... thinks that it is... a symbol of unjust individuality... like me..."The Squire begins to place the bones into the compost pile.
Felix does so, curious. "Did you use divination? If so, what kind?" The drink is a purple soda, while the meal is a vinegar-marinaded snail steak.
An absolutely muscled up elf is sitting in a field of flowers, watching the petals sway in the breeze, blood covers his hands, but he doesn’t mind.
He looks over to them for a moment, his voice soft, yet defined enough to be heard “Hello, Mike.”
He thinks about it, nodding “I’ll… I’ll try to find it for you.” He puts his book away, “I should get started now.”
A taller and lanky girl is sitting with him, frantically looking over paper work.
"Hey." he says shortly.
"Good luck." he clambers back into Glorious Day, the hydraulics steaming as the cavity closes.
He picks one of the flowers in total silence, putting it neatly into their hair with a small smile.
He squints at them, “You still hold some resentment. I apologize.”
(Good end there too, my pick? How about… idk actually, sorry.)
She pauses, reaching a hand up to touch it a bit. "Really?... Thanks, hun."
"Resentment? Ye don't know the half of it. Lotta shady business within the gang went by, right under yer nose."
Domino has died... Again. Quite frankly, I have no idea how Tony puts up with it.
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
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He bows his head and walks over, heart pounding with anxiety. He begins to dig up the bones and gather them into a single pile.
Felix watches. He begins writing on a notepad.
He helps them along as much as they allow him to, sighing “I’m not angry with you, I don’t get why you’re anxious. Do you have a name?”
He comes out with the drink and appetizer, his favorite beverage and small meal, placing them down “Eat if you would.”
He chokes on his words for a second, then speaks. "I'm just the Squire." "His name... is Gideon..." His shadow stretches out into a two-headed monstrosity. "But he's afraid of the name... thinks that it is... a symbol of unjust individuality... like me..."The Squire begins to place the bones into the compost pile.
Felix does so, curious. "Did you use divination? If so, what kind?" The drink is a purple soda, while the meal is a vinegar-marinaded snail steak.
“Nice to meet you Squire, you seem to have a malevolent entity attached to you. I can’t help with that much, but I know some people who can.” He says, smiling at them and patting their shoulder, “As for you, don’t try to get me to join you, I’m content where I am.”
“Closer to psychic abilities, and not our own, the boss’.” He smiles at them, the food is just the way he likes it, and not only that, seemingly rejuvenating as well as filling.
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and holding up his hands, “Long…” His voice gruff, but soft for her.
He nods, “Pimento will get his fair share, as you deserve yours. It would be nice to have you back Mike, but I know that isn’t likely, not soon anyway.” He sighs, lighting a cigarette.
He shudders at the touch, shaking his head as his body moves, “I… I just can’t handle this… you can’t keep doing this…”
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and holding up his hands, “Long…” His voice gruff, but soft for her.
He nods, “Pimento will get his fair share, as you deserve yours. It would be nice to have you back Mike, but I know that isn’t likely, not soon anyway.” He sighs, lighting a cigarette.
He shudders at the touch, shaking his head as his body moves, “I… I just can’t handle this… you can’t keep doing this…”
"Fair." she sighs, getting back to her clipboard
"If he dies, I'll gladly come back." he takes a sip from a bottle of whiskey
"I'm.. sorry... I'll try to control it..."
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He chokes on his words for a second, then speaks. "I'm just the Squire." "His name... is Gideon..." His shadow stretches out into a two-headed monstrosity. "But he's afraid of the name... thinks that it is... a symbol of unjust individuality... like me..."The Squire begins to place the bones into the compost pile.
Felix does so, curious. "Did you use divination? If so, what kind?" The drink is a purple soda, while the meal is a vinegar-marinaded snail steak.
“Nice to meet you Squire, you seem to have a malevolent entity attached to you. I can’t help with that much, but I know some people who can.” He says, smiling at them and patting their shoulder, “As for you, don’t try to get me to join you, I’m content where I am.”
“Closer to psychic abilities, and not our own, the boss’.” He smiles at them, the food is just the way he likes it, and not only that, seemingly rejuvenating as well as filling.
"It's talking to you too, isn't it?" He sighs. "I don't know why it follows me everywhere. I don't know if it hates me or what."
He nods. "I guess the effect is the same. Thank you for being transparent with me."
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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.
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and holding up his hands, “Long…” His voice gruff, but soft for her.
He nods, “Pimento will get his fair share, as you deserve yours. It would be nice to have you back Mike, but I know that isn’t likely, not soon anyway.” He sighs, lighting a cigarette.
He shudders at the touch, shaking his head as his body moves, “I… I just can’t handle this… you can’t keep doing this…”
"Fair." she sighs, getting back to her clipboard
"If he dies, I'll gladly come back." he takes a sip from a bottle of whiskey
"I'm.. sorry... I'll try to control it..."
He wipes away the rest of the blood on his hands, “I… have been waiting… to be with you… again…”
He sighs, shaking his head, “You two need to settle this… holding grudges teaches no one anything.” He lights the cigar “But who am I to judge.”
He clings to them, wiping away his tears, “Just… stop dying… please…”
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and holding up his hands, “Long…” His voice gruff, but soft for her.
He nods, “Pimento will get his fair share, as you deserve yours. It would be nice to have you back Mike, but I know that isn’t likely, not soon anyway.” He sighs, lighting a cigarette.
He shudders at the touch, shaking his head as his body moves, “I… I just can’t handle this… you can’t keep doing this…”
"Fair." she sighs, getting back to her clipboard
"If he dies, I'll gladly come back." he takes a sip from a bottle of whiskey
"I'm.. sorry... I'll try to control it..."
He wipes away the rest of the blood on his hands, “I… have been waiting… to be with you… again…”
He sighs, shaking his head, “You two need to settle this… holding grudges teaches no one anything.” He lights the cigar “But who am I to judge.”
He clings to them, wiping away his tears, “Just… stop dying… please…”
"I've been waiting to see you again, too, dear." she flips the page. "I hate city planning..."
"One day, maybe." he takes another drink
"I can do that... I love you..."
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He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and holding up his hands, “Long…” His voice gruff, but soft for her.
He nods, “Pimento will get his fair share, as you deserve yours. It would be nice to have you back Mike, but I know that isn’t likely, not soon anyway.” He sighs, lighting a cigarette.
He shudders at the touch, shaking his head as his body moves, “I… I just can’t handle this… you can’t keep doing this…”
"Fair." she sighs, getting back to her clipboard
"If he dies, I'll gladly come back." he takes a sip from a bottle of whiskey
"I'm.. sorry... I'll try to control it..."
He wipes away the rest of the blood on his hands, “I… have been waiting… to be with you… again…”
He sighs, shaking his head, “You two need to settle this… holding grudges teaches no one anything.” He lights the cigar “But who am I to judge.”
He clings to them, wiping away his tears, “Just… stop dying… please…”
"I've been waiting to see you again, too, dear." she flips the page. "I hate city planning..."
"One day, maybe." he takes another drink
"I can do that... I love you..."
“You could always… retire.” He suggests, tilting his head “I… can provide for us both…”
“All anyone can do is hope for the best… the others have missed you, you know?”
“I love you too… thank you… I just can’t take it.”
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He gestures them over, “I’m Damian, nice to meet you, if you can’t speak, stop trying to.”
He sighs, “We will have to fix that issue, now, I am going to get you your meal, drink, and appetizer, ya are gonna wait here.” A bit of his accent slips in but he shakes it off, walking into the kitchen to begin making the food, though they didn’t yet ask for any.
*Thats a good end too, your pick.*
The Stugel is walking through the streets, he’s cleaned his hands and clothes of Nathaniel’s blood, the only remains of him being his ashes.
His eyes shine brightly and he nods, “Is there a time limit? I think I can get them to you soon… where did it go?”
*doom guy*
Mike is lazing against a wall, holding his scythe.
"You got a week. Was taken from me by a man called D'arby." *Do you remember this guy yet?*
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*Of course I remember Spark.*
An absolutely muscled up elf is sitting in a field of flowers, watching the petals sway in the breeze, blood covers his hands, but he doesn’t mind.
He looks over to them for a moment, his voice soft, yet defined enough to be heard “Hello, Mike.”
He thinks about it, nodding “I’ll… I’ll try to find it for you.” He puts his book away, “I should get started now.”
A taller and lanky girl is sitting with him, frantically looking over paper work.
"Hey." he says shortly.
"Good luck." he clambers back into Glorious Day, the hydraulics steaming as the cavity closes.
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He bows his head and walks over, heart pounding with anxiety. He begins to dig up the bones and gather them into a single pile.
Felix watches. He begins writing on a notepad.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He picks one of the flowers in total silence, putting it neatly into their hair with a small smile.
He squints at them, “You still hold some resentment. I apologize.”
(Good end there too, my pick? How about… idk actually, sorry.)
He helps them along as much as they allow him to, sighing “I’m not angry with you, I don’t get why you’re anxious. Do you have a name?”
He comes out with the drink and appetizer, his favorite beverage and small meal, placing them down “Eat if you would.”
She pauses, reaching a hand up to touch it a bit. "Really?... Thanks, hun."
"Resentment? Ye don't know the half of it. Lotta shady business within the gang went by, right under yer nose."
Domino has died... Again. Quite frankly, I have no idea how Tony puts up with it.
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He chokes on his words for a second, then speaks. "I'm just the Squire." "His name... is Gideon..." His shadow stretches out into a two-headed monstrosity. "But he's afraid of the name... thinks that it is... a symbol of unjust individuality... like me..." The Squire begins to place the bones into the compost pile.
Felix does so, curious. "Did you use divination? If so, what kind?" The drink is a purple soda, while the meal is a vinegar-marinaded snail steak.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, before turning back to look out to the field of flowers in silence.
He nods, walking over to stand next to them, “I’m sorry, but… do you expect me to see everything bad that happens? I can’t change what’s happened already, is there anything I can do for you?”
Tony has given up on trying to worry about his wife to be, head in his hands, just crying.
"How was work?.."
"No, nothing to be done, it's over. Maybe ye put Pimento in his place, but who am I to tell ye how ta run things? I ain't in with y'all no more, any how."
When she comes to, she looks around, coming up to hold him. "hey, hey, hey.. what the heck's going on?..."
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“Nice to meet you Squire, you seem to have a malevolent entity attached to you. I can’t help with that much, but I know some people who can.” He says, smiling at them and patting their shoulder, “As for you, don’t try to get me to join you, I’m content where I am.”
“Closer to psychic abilities, and not our own, the boss’.” He smiles at them, the food is just the way he likes it, and not only that, seemingly rejuvenating as well as filling.
He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and holding up his hands, “Long…” His voice gruff, but soft for her.
He nods, “Pimento will get his fair share, as you deserve yours. It would be nice to have you back Mike, but I know that isn’t likely, not soon anyway.” He sighs, lighting a cigarette.
He shudders at the touch, shaking his head as his body moves, “I… I just can’t handle this… you can’t keep doing this…”
"Fair." she sighs, getting back to her clipboard
"If he dies, I'll gladly come back." he takes a sip from a bottle of whiskey
"I'm.. sorry... I'll try to control it..."
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"It's talking to you too, isn't it?" He sighs. "I don't know why it follows me everywhere. I don't know if it hates me or what."
He nods. "I guess the effect is the same. Thank you for being transparent with me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He wipes away the rest of the blood on his hands, “I… have been waiting… to be with you… again…”
He sighs, shaking his head, “You two need to settle this… holding grudges teaches no one anything.” He lights the cigar “But who am I to judge.”
He clings to them, wiping away his tears, “Just… stop dying… please…”
"I've been waiting to see you again, too, dear." she flips the page. "I hate city planning..."
"One day, maybe." he takes another drink
"I can do that... I love you..."
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*Goodnight, fleshminers!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You could always… retire.” He suggests, tilting his head “I… can provide for us both…”
“All anyone can do is hope for the best… the others have missed you, you know?”
“I love you too… thank you… I just can’t take it.”