Out in the woods, there is a little toy train going around in circles, brewing coffee as a large strugel with black markings and clothes sleeps in the middle of the tracks, cuddling an elephant rifle.
Loo happens to encounter this Stugel, stopping his walk when he sees them, sitting down next to the coffee, crushing his cigar to avoid them having to deal with the smoke.
The fluffball opens one eye. He sits up and stops the train, pouring them each a cup. "I got the good stuff. How ya doin', Loo?"
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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.
Out in the woods, there is a little toy train going around in circles, brewing coffee as a large strugel with black markings and clothes sleeps in the middle of the tracks, cuddling an elephant rifle.
Loo happens to encounter this Stugel, stopping his walk when he sees them, sitting down next to the coffee, crushing his cigar to avoid them having to deal with the smoke.
The fluffball opens one eye. He sits up and stops the train, pouring them each a cup. "I got the good stuff. How ya doin', Loo?"
He looks down at them, taking the cup of tea with a smile, “You do, huh? I’m doing good, killed my parents killer recently, you?” He asks, sipping it slowly, putting it down after a moment.
The fluffball opens one eye. He sits up and stops the train, pouring them each a cup. "I got the good stuff. How ya doin', Loo?"
He looks down at them, taking the cup of coffee with a smile, “You do, huh? I’m doing good, killed my parents killer recently, you?” He asks, sipping it slowly, putting it down after a moment.
"I'm gonna have the money to re-open my restaurant after a couple more contracts. I'm taking a break from hunting the Barley King for a moment." He pulls out an extremely large bullet. "I also invented these last week. They're based on Raufoss rounds, but if they were even more needlessly powerful."
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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.
The fluffball opens one eye. He sits up and stops the train, pouring them each a cup. "I got the good stuff. How ya doin', Loo?"
He looks down at them, taking the cup of coffee with a smile, “You do, huh? I’m doing good, killed my parents killer recently, you?” He asks, sipping it slowly, putting it down after a moment.
"I'm gonna have the money to re-open my restaurant after a couple more contracts. I'm taking a break from hunting the Barley King for a moment." He pulls out an extremely large bullet. "I also invented these last week. They're based on Raufoss rounds, but if they were even more needlessly powerful."
“Really? The Barley King? Good luck buddy. You could always come back to our restaurant, we would be welcome to having you back. Family misses you.” He says with a smile, looking at the bullet curiously, “Well, if you’re going to try hunting the Barley King, just know I’m here to help any time.”
"I'm gonna have the money to re-open my restaurant after a couple more contracts. I'm taking a break from hunting the Barley King for a moment." He pulls out an extremely large bullet. "I also invented these last week. They're based on Raufoss rounds, but if they were even more needlessly powerful."
“Really? The Barley King? Good luck buddy. You could always come back to our restaurant, we would be welcome to having you back. Family misses you.” He says with a smile, looking at the bullet curiously, “Well, if you’re going to try hunting the Barley King, just know I’m here to help any time.”
"I'll come back when I have time. Maybe while I'm rebuilding." He loads the round. "Thank you for the offer, but the Barley King isn't actually top priority in the hunt. Sounds insane, I know."
He fires at a tree. Attack: 27 Damage: 87
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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.
"I'm gonna have the money to re-open my restaurant after a couple more contracts. I'm taking a break from hunting the Barley King for a moment." He pulls out an extremely large bullet. "I also invented these last week. They're based on Raufoss rounds, but if they were even more needlessly powerful."
“Really? The Barley King? Good luck buddy. You could always come back to our restaurant, we would be welcome to having you back. Family misses you.” He says with a smile, looking at the bullet curiously, “Well, if you’re going to try hunting the Barley King, just know I’m here to help any time.”
"I'll come back when I have time. Maybe while I'm rebuilding." He loads the round. "Thank you for the offer, but the Barley King isn't actually top priority in the hunt. Sounds insane, I know."
He fires at a tree. Attack: 30 Damage: 79
He laughs at he watches a nearby tree get blown to bits, “Haven’t lost it in the slightest, have you? You better come back, I wouldn’t want something happening to you on your hunt.” He finishes his cup of tea, putting it down.
"I'll come back when I have time. Maybe while I'm rebuilding." He loads the round. "Thank you for the offer, but the Barley King isn't actually top priority in the hunt. Sounds insane, I know."
He fires at a tree. Attack: 30 Damage: 79
He laughs at he watches a nearby tree get blown to bits, “Haven’t lost it in the slightest, have you? You better come back, I wouldn’t want something happening to you on your hunt.” He finishes his cup of tea, putting it down.
"If something does happen, I give you full license to drag my soul up from the Lower Planes and slap me across the face." He blows the smoke off his barrel. "I'm willing to take that gamble. I'll make you one of my famous guns too."
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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.
Zazabell is humming to himself as he taps away at a typewriter. It seems that what he is writing is a full document on a man whom he had just killed and sent on his way to hell. He taps his foot, the red leather loafers seeming to spark a bit with every tap. He rips the paper from the carriage and waves his hand, the paper bursting into flames and disappearing.
Carrion is bandaging his body again, forcing it to form into a human-esque shape. While doing this, he is reading a book with his already bandaged hand, a book on facial emotions and how to read them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is humming to himself as he taps away at a typewriter. It seems that what he is writing is a full document on a man whom he had just killed and sent on his way to hell. He taps his foot, the red leather loafers seeming to spark a bit with every tap. He rips the paper from the carriage and waves his hand, the paper bursting into flames and disappearing.
Carrion is bandaging his body again, forcing it to form into a human-esque shape. While doing this, he is reading a book with his already bandaged hand, a book on facial emotions and how to read them.
There is a whistle, and they are sprayed with gore from behind. The lower half of a cultist falls down, a hand clutching a radiant dagger falling with it. There's a trail of smoke in the air from a tracer round, a trail which leads to a large, black-marked strugel with an oversized rifle sitting on top of a building with a sandwich. He waves.
Atticus stumbles over. He's heavily injured, and seems to have lost most of his power. "H-hey, babe. I... I don't know what happened. I came as soon as I could get to you safely. Have you got any ibuprofen? I have a headache..."
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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.
Zazabell is humming to himself as he taps away at a typewriter. It seems that what he is writing is a full document on a man whom he had just killed and sent on his way to hell. He taps his foot, the red leather loafers seeming to spark a bit with every tap. He rips the paper from the carriage and waves his hand, the paper bursting into flames and disappearing.
Carrion is bandaging his body again, forcing it to form into a human-esque shape. While doing this, he is reading a book with his already bandaged hand, a book on facial emotions and how to read them.
There is a whistle, and they are sprayed with gore from behind. The lower half of a cultist falls down, a hand clutching a radiant dagger falling with it. There's a trail of smoke in the air from a tracer round, a trail which leads to a large, black-marked strugel with an oversized rifle sitting on top of a building with a sandwich. He waves.
Atticus stumbles over. He's heavily injured, and seems to have lost most of his power. "H-hey, babe. I... I don't know what happened. I came as soon as I could get to you safely. Have you got any ibuprofen? I have a headache..."
The repo-devil swivels their head around, their large eyes staring at them with a questioning look. They raise a hand and wave back, grinning. They disappear into flames before suddenly appearing behind them, tilting their head. "Watching me, hm?"
Carrion immediately stops what he is doing, the bandages simultaneously bursting as he breaks free from them and rushes over. "W-What happened, Atticus? What happened to you?" He frets heavily, looking him over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I'll come back when I have time. Maybe while I'm rebuilding." He loads the round. "Thank you for the offer, but the Barley King isn't actually top priority in the hunt. Sounds insane, I know."
He fires at a tree. Attack: 30 Damage: 79
He laughs at he watches a nearby tree get blown to bits, “Haven’t lost it in the slightest, have you? You better come back, I wouldn’t want something happening to you on your hunt.” He finishes his cup of tea, putting it down.
"If something does happen, I give you full license to drag my soul up from the Lower Planes and slap me across the face." He blows the smoke off his barrel. "I'm willing to take that gamble. I'll make you one of my famous guns too."
There is a whistle, and they are sprayed with gore from behind. The lower half of a cultist falls down, a hand clutching a radiant dagger falling with it. There's a trail of smoke in the air from a tracer round, a trail which leads to a large, black-marked strugel with an oversized rifle sitting on top of a building with a sandwich. He waves.
Atticus stumbles over. He's heavily injured, and seems to have lost most of his power. "H-hey, babe. I... I don't know what happened. I came as soon as I could get to you safely. Have you got any ibuprofen? I have a headache..."
The repo-devil swivels their head around, their large eyes staring at them with a questioning look. They raise a hand and wave back, grinning. They disappear into flames before suddenly appearing behind them, tilting their head. "Watching me, hm?"
Carrion immediately stops what he is doing, the bandages simultaneously bursting as he breaks free from them and rushes over. "W-What happened, Atticus? What happened to you?" He frets heavily, looking him over.
"Yeh." There's a snack made of infernal ingredients waiting for Zazabell. "It's my job. Kind of. You're doing your job, and I appreciate a professional, even if I disagree with your employers." He begins cleaning his gun. He had only loaded a single round. "Also, I wanted to actually meet you and sending folks to hell seems like something we have in common."
"Tried to be a hero. It worked for a little bit. Then, uh, a giant sunflower stole my eye. And my power." He hugs Carrion. "I... people could have died... but I shouldn't have been so stupid..." He sniffles. "I could have never seen you again!" He sobs.
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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.
There is a whistle, and they are sprayed with gore from behind. The lower half of a cultist falls down, a hand clutching a radiant dagger falling with it. There's a trail of smoke in the air from a tracer round, a trail which leads to a large, black-marked strugel with an oversized rifle sitting on top of a building with a sandwich. He waves.
Atticus stumbles over. He's heavily injured, and seems to have lost most of his power. "H-hey, babe. I... I don't know what happened. I came as soon as I could get to you safely. Have you got any ibuprofen? I have a headache..."
The repo-devil swivels their head around, their large eyes staring at them with a questioning look. They raise a hand and wave back, grinning. They disappear into flames before suddenly appearing behind them, tilting their head. "Watching me, hm?"
Carrion immediately stops what he is doing, the bandages simultaneously bursting as he breaks free from them and rushes over. "W-What happened, Atticus? What happened to you?" He frets heavily, looking him over.
"Yeh." There's a snack made of infernal ingredients waiting for Zazabell. "It's my job. Kind of. You're doing your job, and I appreciate a professional, even if I disagree with your employers." He begins cleaning his gun. He had only loaded a single round. "Also, I wanted to actually meet you and sending folks to hell seems like something we have in common."
"Tried to be a hero. It worked for a little bit. Then, uh, a giant sunflower stole my eye. And my power." He hugs Carrion. "I... people could have died... but I shouldn't have been so stupid..." He sniffles. "I could have never seen you again!" He sobs.
"I suppose. Though you seem merciful towards them, kind for giving them a fast death.. They don't deserve that." He laughs, taking a bit of their long black hair and brush it against the bridge of the stranger's nose "I make them suffer."
Carrion's skin bubbles, writhes with anger that threatens to crawl up of his throat and out of his mouth "Giant sunflower hm..." he snarls, his human teeth suddenly growing sharp like needles. "They dare to touch you, to harm you??"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yeh." There's a snack made of infernal ingredients waiting for Zazabell. "It's my job. Kind of. You're doing your job, and I appreciate a professional, even if I disagree with your employers." He begins cleaning his gun. He had only loaded a single round. "Also, I wanted to actually meet you and sending folks to hell seems like something we have in common."
"Tried to be a hero. It worked for a little bit. Then, uh, a giant sunflower stole my eye. And my power." He hugs Carrion. "I... people could have died... but I shouldn't have been so stupid..." He sniffles. "I could have never seen you again!" He sobs.
"I suppose. Though you seem merciful towards them, kind for giving them a fast death.. They don't deserve that." He laughs, taking a bit of their long black hair and brush it against the bridge of the stranger's nose "I make them suffer."
Carrion's skin bubbles, writhes with anger that threatens to crawl up of his throat and out of his mouth "Giant sunflower hm..." he snarls, his human teeth suddenly growing sharp like needles. "They dare to touch you, to harm you??"
The strugel wrinkles his nose. "I mean, there's nothing I can do that will be worse than what they'll receive immediately after. The fun part for me isn't the process of killing anyway, I just think the setup is fun. Getting the right bullets, right position, right timing... it makes me feel powerful. It feels like you really know the person, like you're right up close, and then they're gone. Death isn't my specialty; it's holding a life in the palm of my paw."
He snuffles. "T-to be fair, they let me attack first. But they were planning on killing millions... I thought... I was being a good guy..." He rests his cheek on the boiling meat.
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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.
"Yeh." There's a snack made of infernal ingredients waiting for Zazabell. "It's my job. Kind of. You're doing your job, and I appreciate a professional, even if I disagree with your employers." He begins cleaning his gun. He had only loaded a single round. "Also, I wanted to actually meet you and sending folks to hell seems like something we have in common."
"Tried to be a hero. It worked for a little bit. Then, uh, a giant sunflower stole my eye. And my power." He hugs Carrion. "I... people could have died... but I shouldn't have been so stupid..." He sniffles. "I could have never seen you again!" He sobs.
"I suppose. Though you seem merciful towards them, kind for giving them a fast death.. They don't deserve that." He laughs, taking a bit of their long black hair and brush it against the bridge of the stranger's nose "I make them suffer."
Carrion's skin bubbles, writhes with anger that threatens to crawl up of his throat and out of his mouth "Giant sunflower hm..." he snarls, his human teeth suddenly growing sharp like needles. "They dare to touch you, to harm you??"
The strugel wrinkles his nose. "I mean, there's nothing I can do that will be worse than what they'll receive immediately after. The fun part for me isn't the process of killing anyway, I just think the setup is fun. Getting the right bullets, right position, right timing... it makes me feel powerful. It feels like you really know the person, like you're right up close, and then they're gone. Death isn't my specialty; it's holding a life in the palm of my paw."
He snuffles. "T-to be fair, they let me attack first. But they were planning on killing millions... I thought... I was being a good guy..." He rests his cheek on the boiling meat.
"Ahhhh, an artist you are then! Waiting for the inspiration to strike!" They make wild hand motions like shooting a gun. "True and honest artistry," they grin and tilt their head.
"You are honey..." They hold him close and nuzzle him, their flesh quieting. Their second pair of arms holds them still as their first grabs healing balm and a good number of health potions from their own bag.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The strugel wrinkles his nose. "I mean, there's nothing I can do that will be worse than what they'll receive immediately after. The fun part for me isn't the process of killing anyway, I just think the setup is fun. Getting the right bullets, right position, right timing... it makes me feel powerful. It feels like you really know the person, like you're right up close, and then they're gone. Death isn't my specialty; it's holding a life in the palm of my paw."
He snuffles. "T-to be fair, they let me attack first. But they were planning on killing millions... I thought... I was being a good guy..." He rests his cheek on the boiling meat.
"Ahhhh, an artist you are then! Waiting for the inspiration to strike!" They make wild hand motions like shooting a gun. "True and honest artistry," they grin and tilt their head.
"You are honey..." They hold him close and nuzzle him, their flesh quieting. Their second pair of arms holds them still as their first grabs healing balm and a good number of health potions from their own bag.
He shrugs. "Well, I'm usually taking out contracts and making art out of that. Oh, I brought a laser sight and a shiny scope in case you wanna go around scaring people. If you wanna fire it you'll have to use your own ammo, though. I'm very particular about my bullets and their many variations and I don't want to micromanage you when it's down to personal preference."
They don't struggle or resist. "I love you so much... I love you baby..."
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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.
The strugel wrinkles his nose. "I mean, there's nothing I can do that will be worse than what they'll receive immediately after. The fun part for me isn't the process of killing anyway, I just think the setup is fun. Getting the right bullets, right position, right timing... it makes me feel powerful. It feels like you really know the person, like you're right up close, and then they're gone. Death isn't my specialty; it's holding a life in the palm of my paw."
He snuffles. "T-to be fair, they let me attack first. But they were planning on killing millions... I thought... I was being a good guy..." He rests his cheek on the boiling meat.
"Ahhhh, an artist you are then! Waiting for the inspiration to strike!" They make wild hand motions like shooting a gun. "True and honest artistry," they grin and tilt their head.
"You are honey..." They hold him close and nuzzle him, their flesh quieting. Their second pair of arms holds them still as their first grabs healing balm and a good number of health potions from their own bag.
He shrugs. "Well, I'm usually taking out contracts and making art out of that. Oh, I brought a laser sight and a shiny scope in case you wanna go around scaring people. If you wanna fire it you'll have to use your own ammo, though. I'm very particular about my bullets and their many variations and I don't want to micromanage you when it's down to personal preference."
They don't struggle or resist. "I love you so much... I love you baby..."
"I don't want your bullets! Why would I? Much more fun with a blade! Much more personal too!" He extends a ahdn and near inches from the strugels face is a scythe blade. Zazabell grins and raises a brow "What might your name be?"
Carrion wraps around them like a fleshy cocoon, holding them so gently but so tight. "Would you be opposed if I killed them?'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He shrugs. "Well, I'm usually taking out contracts and making art out of that. Oh, I brought a laser sight and a shiny scope in case you wanna go around scaring people. If you wanna fire it you'll have to use your own ammo, though. I'm very particular about my bullets and their many variations and I don't want to micromanage you when it's down to personal preference."
They don't struggle or resist. "I love you so much... I love you baby..."
"I don't want your bullets! Why would I? Much more fun with a blade! Much more personal too!" He extends a ahdn and near inches from the strugels face is a scythe blade. Zazabell grins and raises a brow "What might your name be?"
Carrion wraps around them like a fleshy cocoon, holding them so gently but so tight. "Would you be opposed if I killed them?'
He sighs. "Not falling into that trap yet." He pushes the blade away from his face. "You've clearly never looked through a high-powered scope before. It's like you're inches from them. Like you could caress their face, tell them everything you know about them. How they don't have to be sorry, or afraid, or angry. You understand them. How could you not? That's what it takes to get a perfect shot. A truly perfect shot... needs empathy."
"No... the Autumn Country needs it dead." He lets out a shuddery sigh. "I'm so tired, Carrion. I'm so tired."
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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.
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The fluffball opens one eye. He sits up and stops the train, pouring them each a cup. "I got the good stuff. How ya doin', Loo?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks down at them, taking the cup of tea with a smile, “You do, huh? I’m doing good, killed my parents killer recently, you?” He asks, sipping it slowly, putting it down after a moment.
"I'm gonna have the money to re-open my restaurant after a couple more contracts. I'm taking a break from hunting the Barley King for a moment." He pulls out an extremely large bullet. "I also invented these last week. They're based on Raufoss rounds, but if they were even more needlessly powerful."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Really? The Barley King? Good luck buddy. You could always come back to our restaurant, we would be welcome to having you back. Family misses you.” He says with a smile, looking at the bullet curiously, “Well, if you’re going to try hunting the Barley King, just know I’m here to help any time.”
"I'll come back when I have time. Maybe while I'm rebuilding." He loads the round. "Thank you for the offer, but the Barley King isn't actually top priority in the hunt. Sounds insane, I know."
He fires at a tree. Attack: 27 Damage: 87
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs at he watches a nearby tree get blown to bits, “Haven’t lost it in the slightest, have you? You better come back, I wouldn’t want something happening to you on your hunt.” He finishes his cup of tea, putting it down.
"If something does happen, I give you full license to drag my soul up from the Lower Planes and slap me across the face." He blows the smoke off his barrel. "I'm willing to take that gamble. I'll make you one of my famous guns too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zazabell is humming to himself as he taps away at a typewriter. It seems that what he is writing is a full document on a man whom he had just killed and sent on his way to hell. He taps his foot, the red leather loafers seeming to spark a bit with every tap. He rips the paper from the carriage and waves his hand, the paper bursting into flames and disappearing.
Carrion is bandaging his body again, forcing it to form into a human-esque shape. While doing this, he is reading a book with his already bandaged hand, a book on facial emotions and how to read them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
There is a whistle, and they are sprayed with gore from behind. The lower half of a cultist falls down, a hand clutching a radiant dagger falling with it. There's a trail of smoke in the air from a tracer round, a trail which leads to a large, black-marked strugel with an oversized rifle sitting on top of a building with a sandwich. He waves.
Atticus stumbles over. He's heavily injured, and seems to have lost most of his power. "H-hey, babe. I... I don't know what happened. I came as soon as I could get to you safely. Have you got any ibuprofen? I have a headache..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The repo-devil swivels their head around, their large eyes staring at them with a questioning look. They raise a hand and wave back, grinning. They disappear into flames before suddenly appearing behind them, tilting their head. "Watching me, hm?"
Carrion immediately stops what he is doing, the bandages simultaneously bursting as he breaks free from them and rushes over. "W-What happened, Atticus? What happened to you?" He frets heavily, looking him over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Gtg, see you in a few hours, sorry dude.*
"Yeh." There's a snack made of infernal ingredients waiting for Zazabell. "It's my job. Kind of. You're doing your job, and I appreciate a professional, even if I disagree with your employers." He begins cleaning his gun. He had only loaded a single round. "Also, I wanted to actually meet you and sending folks to hell seems like something we have in common."
"Tried to be a hero. It worked for a little bit. Then, uh, a giant sunflower stole my eye. And my power." He hugs Carrion. "I... people could have died... but I shouldn't have been so stupid..." He sniffles. "I could have never seen you again!" He sobs.
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. Though you seem merciful towards them, kind for giving them a fast death.. They don't deserve that." He laughs, taking a bit of their long black hair and brush it against the bridge of the stranger's nose "I make them suffer."
Carrion's skin bubbles, writhes with anger that threatens to crawl up of his throat and out of his mouth "Giant sunflower hm..." he snarls, his human teeth suddenly growing sharp like needles. "They dare to touch you, to harm you??"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The strugel wrinkles his nose. "I mean, there's nothing I can do that will be worse than what they'll receive immediately after. The fun part for me isn't the process of killing anyway, I just think the setup is fun. Getting the right bullets, right position, right timing... it makes me feel powerful. It feels like you really know the person, like you're right up close, and then they're gone. Death isn't my specialty; it's holding a life in the palm of my paw."
He snuffles. "T-to be fair, they let me attack first. But they were planning on killing millions... I thought... I was being a good guy..." He rests his cheek on the boiling meat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ahhhh, an artist you are then! Waiting for the inspiration to strike!" They make wild hand motions like shooting a gun. "True and honest artistry," they grin and tilt their head.
"You are honey..." They hold him close and nuzzle him, their flesh quieting. Their second pair of arms holds them still as their first grabs healing balm and a good number of health potions from their own bag.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He shrugs. "Well, I'm usually taking out contracts and making art out of that. Oh, I brought a laser sight and a shiny scope in case you wanna go around scaring people. If you wanna fire it you'll have to use your own ammo, though. I'm very particular about my bullets and their many variations and I don't want to micromanage you when it's down to personal preference."
They don't struggle or resist. "I love you so much... I love you baby..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't want your bullets! Why would I? Much more fun with a blade! Much more personal too!" He extends a ahdn and near inches from the strugels face is a scythe blade. Zazabell grins and raises a brow "What might your name be?"
Carrion wraps around them like a fleshy cocoon, holding them so gently but so tight. "Would you be opposed if I killed them?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good morning*
He sighs. "Not falling into that trap yet." He pushes the blade away from his face. "You've clearly never looked through a high-powered scope before. It's like you're inches from them. Like you could caress their face, tell them everything you know about them. How they don't have to be sorry, or afraid, or angry. You understand them. How could you not? That's what it takes to get a perfect shot. A truly perfect shot... needs empathy."
"No... the Autumn Country needs it dead." He lets out a shuddery sigh. "I'm so tired, Carrion. I'm so tired."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.