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."
"Awww, not even a little knowledge of what you are called? How sad. I would tell you mine!" He chuckles and lies down beside him "And I have, just not in the ways you know. I have walked amongst my targets, been their friends, their lovers, their parents, all so I could get the job done."
Carrion watches him, the feeling of saddness pouring off him. He rips off half his face, the bone crown cracking as he does. He begins to light a fire and sets the meat utop it's flames.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
"Awww, not even a little knowledge of what you are called? How sad. I would tell you mine!" He chuckles and lies down beside him "And I have, just not in the ways you know. I have walked amongst my targets, been their friends, their lovers, their parents, all so I could get the job done."
Carrion watches him, the feeling of saddness pouring off him. He rips off half his face, the bone crown cracking as he does. He begins to light a fire and sets the meat utop it's flames.
"What I was trying to get at was that a gun can be as personal as a knife, if you really want it to be."
He closes his eye, falling into a deep slumber.
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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 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."
"Awww, not even a little knowledge of what you are called? How sad. I would tell you mine!" He chuckles and lies down beside him "And I have, just not in the ways you know. I have walked amongst my targets, been their friends, their lovers, their parents, all so I could get the job done."
Carrion watches him, the feeling of saddness pouring off him. He rips off half his face, the bone crown cracking as he does. He begins to light a fire and sets the meat utop it's flames.
"What I was trying to get at was that a gun can be as personal as a knife, if you really want it to be."
He closes his eye, falling into a deep slumber.
"Perhaps. It feels impersonal sadly." He shrugs and giggles.
Carrion watches him before curling up around him gently.
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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."
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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'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."
“You don’t need to do that. Things have been more peaceful lately, though it looks like Bluebell’s caught up, and his disguise is getting better, it’s starting to get hard to look for him when his brain is a dead zone.” He sighs, lighting up another cigar, “Want one?”
*I'm having fun, developing Cozotz very well. I like the idea of giving him a gentle personality and deep empathy balanced by a cold and vaguely cruel exterior. Also the spider thing is awesome.*
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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 having fun, developing Cozotz very well. I like the idea of giving him a gentle personality and deep empathy balanced by a cold and vaguely cruel exterior. Also the spider thing is awesome.*
*I'm having fun, developing Cozotz very well. I like the idea of giving him a gentle personality and deep empathy balanced by a cold and vaguely cruel exterior. Also the spider thing is awesome.*
*I like Cozotz so far! And the spider thing is very fun, I love how Cozotz responded to it. I think I’m going to have fun with Mother Moth*
*I’m going to try and be more active on here now, I think I’ll be able to manage this, Autumn Country, and Percy Jackson. I just need to figure out which characters I still have that I still feel like using… and make some new ones.*
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"Awww, not even a little knowledge of what you are called? How sad. I would tell you mine!" He chuckles and lies down beside him "And I have, just not in the ways you know. I have walked amongst my targets, been their friends, their lovers, their parents, all so I could get the job done."
Carrion watches him, the feeling of saddness pouring off him. He rips off half his face, the bone crown cracking as he does. He begins to light a fire and sets the meat utop it's flames.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Morning, Alaric! How was your Easter?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello, my dears!*
"What I was trying to get at was that a gun can be as personal as a knife, if you really want it to be."
He closes his eye, falling into a deep slumber.
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 back sooner than I expected, anybody wanna rp?*
*Ah, another Archfey for my collection...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Perhaps. It feels impersonal sadly." He shrugs and giggles.
Carrion watches him before curling up around him gently.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*It was oki, didn't do anything*
*try to collect me, my dear Baalz, and I will chop you in Twain with a dull ax.*
*then I will give you only one snickerdoodle instead of two.*
*Sure! Wanna continue?*
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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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If you want to, do you mind getting it for me?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*that’s what I thought.*
*now, how are you?*
"We all have our means and ends, I guess. You gonna eat?" He sounds faintly anxious as he picks up the infernal snack on the plate.
*Good place to end?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You don’t need to do that. Things have been more peaceful lately, though it looks like Bluebell’s caught up, and his disguise is getting better, it’s starting to get hard to look for him when his brain is a dead zone.” He sighs, lighting up another cigar, “Want one?”
*Anybody else wanna rp? It’s cool if not.*
*I'm having fun, developing Cozotz very well. I like the idea of giving him a gentle personality and deep empathy balanced by a cold and vaguely cruel exterior. Also the spider thing is awesome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I like Cozotz so far! And the spider thing is very fun, I love how Cozotz responded to it. I think I’m going to have fun with Mother Moth*
*I’m going to try and be more active on here now, I think I’ll be able to manage this, Autumn Country, and Percy Jackson. I just need to figure out which characters I still have that I still feel like using… and make some new ones.*