"I remember. But your continued threats against me give me cause for concern. How do I know you are not taking advantage of him?"
"You don't, either you convince Gideon not to trust me, or trust that I'm not. Those are your options." He blows some smoke into the air, "You don't have the privilege of knowing, that's what makes your trust so valuable."
A growling sigh. "I don't like you, but I will tolerate you. You have the boy's best interests in mind, and that is what matters." A deep breath. "I want him to live deliciously. And he can't do that with that disgusting order on his back."
"Gideon's got more of a family than just you now, if it's only just me, so be it, but I doubt it's just me. That order won't be able to do much with me in the way. I'm a protector, and I'll do best for him." He smiles brightly, "I hope we can grow to be friends."
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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.'
A growling sigh. "I don't like you, but I will tolerate you. You have the boy's best interests in mind, and that is what matters." A deep breath. "I want him to live deliciously. And he can't do that with that disgusting order on his back."
"Gideon's got more of a family than just you now, if it's only just me, so be it, but I doubt it's just me. That order won't be able to do much with me in the way. I'm a protector, and I'll do best for him." He smiles brightly, "I hope we can grow to be friends."
"I..." It seems to think over something. "I do too. Thank you, protector. Your name is Loo, correct?"
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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.
A growling sigh. "I don't like you, but I will tolerate you. You have the boy's best interests in mind, and that is what matters." A deep breath. "I want him to live deliciously. And he can't do that with that disgusting order on his back."
"Gideon's got more of a family than just you now, if it's only just me, so be it, but I doubt it's just me. That order won't be able to do much with me in the way. I'm a protector, and I'll do best for him." He smiles brightly, "I hope we can grow to be friends."
"I..." It seems to think over something. "I do too. Thank you, protector. Your name is Loo, correct?"
"Loo Stonebreak, but just call me Loo or Big Loo." He smiles "It's nothing at the end of the day, Gideon deserves protection, that just happens to be me."
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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.'
Zazabell is outside. Dressed in a bright red leather jacket with a black and white checkered collar, paired with similar bright red pants and checkered boots up to his knees. He appears to be drawing in the dirt, a crude picture of a horrible toothy creature eating coins, but that is up to interpretation.
Carrion is planning ways to kill Helanith, the angry god boiling with pure rage over the fact that they had harmed Atticus. Parts of his fleshy body are strung up amongst trees, like he is trying to bind with the forest itself. He has refused to eat since yesterday, focusing on his plans.
Thirteen exits the inn, sighing and stretching, looking exhausted.
Loriche is foraging, oblivious to Carrion’s presence.
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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.
*Ah well, everyone is busy. Back to my hole.*
[skitters back into hole]
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Gideon's got more of a family than just you now, if it's only just me, so be it, but I doubt it's just me. That order won't be able to do much with me in the way. I'm a protector, and I'll do best for him." He smiles brightly, "I hope we can grow to be friends."
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.)
*WENDI! NO! I'll rp when I get the chance, but a lil swamped rn.*
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.)
"What was that? Is the teenage boy taking over again?" She says, sighing.
Tresa walks over, holding the spine for him, looking over to Waka and smiling.
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..." It seems to think over something. "I do too. Thank you, protector. Your name is Loo, correct?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It was her idea." he says firmly, his cheeks lightly flushed. When he sees Tresa he smiles a tiny bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*-grabs by the scruff of your neck- Nuh uh*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Loo Stonebreak, but just call me Loo or Big Loo." He smiles "It's nothing at the end of the day, Gideon deserves protection, that just happens to be me."
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.)
Tresa nods "It was my idea, and it looks to be going well."
Waka laughs at her words, "I can sense his blushing, so I'd have to agree. If he wants to go on a date, I'll try 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.)
*Its all good buddy. I got to get work done anyways :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He clears his throat. "Uhm, yeah. Would ya wanna go on a date?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yuh uh*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Well... I guess I'll hopefully see you later, then buddy.*
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 puts her hands on her hips, thinking about it for a moment, biting her bottom lip "Sure. When?"
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.)
*By the way, can ya dm me on disc. I wanna talk to ya abt some stuffs*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"In two days?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sure, I'll be waiting for you at noon, maybe sooner." She waves, walking off.
Tresa punches his arm "Nice job!"
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.)
Thirteen exits the inn, sighing and stretching, looking exhausted.
Loriche is foraging, oblivious to Carrion’s presence.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What purpose is there for any crime? Individual desires are interchangeable. All that matters is who and how you inflict them.”
“It’s an organ sample that I’m using to study necrotic-based contagions.”
“You’re a detective? Cool.” He shakes your hand firmly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.