"Damn. What kind of cult?" He does a handstand and clonks his wooden heels together. "My cult is kind of a loose coalition of repressed and punkish individuals. Mostly kids. You walked in on my youth group."
“Kindness cult.” He says angrily.
"Do they, like, force you to do... things? Do they do things to you?" He sounds concerned. "True kindness isn't usually the domain of cults..."
“The god who owns it keeps using guilt tactics to get me to stay. Not yet. He just wants everyone to work together to survive.”
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"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
“You tricked me.”
"Not really. Like I said, you can leave if you want, I don't care. nobody cares about me.."
“Hey… I’m sorry…”
"Are you just saying that?"
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The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
The Prince sees a small man with a fluffy tail and a leather animal mask which matches his beaverskin top hat and filthy fur-and-feather clothing. The Strugel dances toward him, and he immediately recognizes him as a... "consultant" of the Sugarplum Court. Not quite a member, but not quite an innocent civilian. He has a name, which is rare for such mercenaries, but Julius doesn't know what it is yet.
"Prince of Autumn..." The soulless fuzzball moves in ballet-like motions in a circle around him. "...You aren't welcome here." His voice is tuned by his strange mask, making it sound almost like birdsong. "...Which makes you more than welcome here. Want a cookie?"
*Sugarplum Court? Tell me everything*
Julius eyes the consultant of the sugarplum court with his candlelight gaze. “You are much too kind… but i must decline…” he takes a few steps on cloven hooves to keep facing the consultant, wind rushing around him. “What is this pace? I know of the soil, of the crops and trees and wind, but not of the people or of the settlement.”
"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
“You tricked me.”
"Not really. Like I said, you can leave if you want, I don't care. nobody cares about me.."
“Hey… I’m sorry…”
"Are you just saying that?"
“No. I’ll stay, I guess.”
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"Everyone has a deal. I'm just wondering if yours comes in writing." He rolls over, eyes glittering like coins as he splays out in the field. "Maybe I'm paranoid though. What do you think?" He plucks a flower from Lumen's hand and places it in one of his own eyes.
"Oh, you mean like a bond type of deal. Yeah, mine comes with a little mark on your soul." he puts an identical flower on the Strugel's other eyes. "What about you?"
"I already had my soul carved into portions and sold under seven different names. Those are my deals, and I think I entered them on accident and got nothing in return." The flowers slowly spin. "Being animated by an unknown and much weaker force has some side-effects. I'm basically held together by butcher's twine and the mercy of God. I've survived my heart being cleaved in two, and was able to walk around for like nine minutes despite not having any blood left. Really uncomfortable."
He sighs, a flute-like sound. "You like cookies? I make some mean gingerbread. I once built a house out of the stuff, but I really suck at saying no to starving German children."
"Sounds like you've been treated poorly, maybe you need somebody new to take care of you. I could use some food."
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*for Julius, both on here and on Autumn Country, I’m trying to play more into the fey rules for his character :>*
*cool :>*
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The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
He looks Little Man up and down. “Has one of Duchess Belinapter’s children followed me from Autumn country?…“ he mutters to himself. “May I have your name?” He leaps into the air, carried by the wind, and lands a bit closer to little man, perched on a rock. Little man realizes that Julius’ teeth are sharper than a human’s. Like knives.
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
He looks Little Man up and down. “Has one of Duchess Belinapter’s children followed me from Autumn country?…“ he mutters to himself. “May I have your name?” He leaps into the air, carried by the wind, and lands a bit closer to little man, perched on a rock. Little man realizes that Julius’ teeth are sharper than a human’s. Like knives.
“Singan, but they calls me little man or spider man.”
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The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
He looks Little Man up and down. “Has one of Duchess Belinapter’s children followed me from Autumn country?…“ he mutters to himself. “May I have your name?” He leaps into the air, carried by the wind, and lands a bit closer to little man, perched on a rock. Little man realizes that Julius’ teeth are sharper than a human’s. Like knives.
“Singan, but they calls me little man or spider man.”
“Spider man? Now why would they ever call you that?…” he asks, voice laced with sarcasm. Pumpkin vines sprout out of the ground around him, growing in twisting brambles, up and around the rock he’s perched on.
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
He looks Little Man up and down. “Has one of Duchess Belinapter’s children followed me from Autumn country?…“ he mutters to himself. “May I have your name?” He leaps into the air, carried by the wind, and lands a bit closer to little man, perched on a rock. Little man realizes that Julius’ teeth are sharper than a human’s. Like knives.
“Singan, but they calls me little man or spider man.”
“Spider man? Now why would they ever call you that?…” he asks, voice laced with sarcasm. Pumpkin vines sprout out of the ground around him, growing in twisting brambles, up and around the rock he’s perched on.
“And yous pumpkin man.”
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The Prince sees a small man with a fluffy tail and a leather animal mask which matches his beaverskin top hat and filthy fur-and-feather clothing. The Strugel dances toward him, and he immediately recognizes him as a... "consultant" of the Sugarplum Court. Not quite a member, but not quite an innocent civilian. He has a name, which is rare for such mercenaries, but Julius doesn't know what it is yet.
"Prince of Autumn..." The soulless fuzzball moves in ballet-like motions in a circle around him. "...You aren't welcome here." His voice is tuned by his strange mask, making it sound almost like birdsong. "...Which makes you more than welcome here. Want a cookie?"
*Sugarplum Court? Tell me everything*
Julius eyes the consultant of the sugarplum court with his candlelight gaze. “You are much too kind… but i must decline…” he takes a few steps on cloven hooves to keep facing the consultant, wind rushing around him. “What is this pace? I know of the soil, of the crops and trees and wind, but not of the people or of the settlement.”
*Play this text game to the end and you'll get the gist of it. It's worth it. You'll adore every second, I know.*
*But basically, food fey. They harvest the Goblin Fruits, alter their bodies into constructs, and are staunch supporters of the Knights of Knowledge of the Tongue. I was actually hoping you might want to help me with it.*
"You are in a wild place, foe-friend. You can do anything... or nothing at all, if that is the anything you desire." He giggles. "What would you like to try first? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about any laws here." This... thing isn't a Fey. In fact, Julius doesn't know what he is. "I'd really like to show you around, big sidhe man. And just to show off my godly power, I'll make it a gift, and I will not accept reciprocity." He laughs outright, doing a decently bad cartwheel before collapsing and gasping for air.
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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 already had my soul carved into portions and sold under seven different names. Those are my deals, and I think I entered them on accident and got nothing in return." The flowers slowly spin. "Being animated by an unknown and much weaker force has some side-effects. I'm basically held together by butcher's twine and the mercy of God. I've survived my heart being cleaved in two, and was able to walk around for like nine minutes despite not having any blood left. Really uncomfortable."
He sighs, a flute-like sound. "You like cookies? I make some mean gingerbread. I once built a house out of the stuff, but I really suck at saying no to starving German children."
"Sounds like you've been treated poorly, maybe you need somebody new to take care of you. I could use some food."
He laughs hysterically, jumping to his feet, nearly falling right back over, and pausing. "You haven't seen how the fey are when they're treating someone poorly." He plucks the flowers out of his eyes and throws them to the ground. He seems grumpy for a couple seconds, his deep breathing sounding almost like giggling through his mask. Then he brightens back up. "Let's go! I just built another cabin! The kids love the things, so I keep making them! Hopefully there's some left!" He grabs Lumen's hand and begins running back, laughing for real. He has such a beautiful laugh.
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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.
"Do they, like, force you to do... things? Do they do things to you?" He sounds concerned. "True kindness isn't usually the domain of cults..."
“The god who owns it keeps using guilt tactics to get me to stay. Not yet. He just wants everyone to work together to survive.”
"I mean, like, that's not really a cult, just really bad employment with spooky trappings. I worked a couple jobs like that. Nasty business." He crosses his legs. "You want a cookie? Wait, did I ask that? Ah, I'll ask it again so it won't matter. Wanna cookie?"
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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 Prince sees a small man with a fluffy tail and a leather animal mask which matches his beaverskin top hat and filthy fur-and-feather clothing. The Strugel dances toward him, and he immediately recognizes him as a... "consultant" of the Sugarplum Court. Not quite a member, but not quite an innocent civilian. He has a name, which is rare for such mercenaries, but Julius doesn't know what it is yet.
"Prince of Autumn..." The soulless fuzzball moves in ballet-like motions in a circle around him. "...You aren't welcome here." His voice is tuned by his strange mask, making it sound almost like birdsong. "...Which makes you more than welcome here. Want a cookie?"
*Sugarplum Court? Tell me everything*
Julius eyes the consultant of the sugarplum court with his candlelight gaze. “You are much too kind… but i must decline…” he takes a few steps on cloven hooves to keep facing the consultant, wind rushing around him. “What is this pace? I know of the soil, of the crops and trees and wind, but not of the people or of the settlement.”
*Play this text game to the end and you'll get the gist of it. It's worth it. You'll adore every second, I know.*
*But basically, food fey. They harvest the Goblin Fruits, alter their bodies into constructs, and are staunch supporters of the Knights of Knowledge of the Tongue. I was actually hoping you might want to help me with it.*
"You are in a wild place, foe-friend. You can do anything... or nothing at all, if that is the anything you desire." He giggles. "What would you like to try first? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about any laws here." This... thing isn't a Fey. In fact, Julius doesn't know what he is. "I'd really like to show you around, big sidhe man. And just to show off my godly power, I'll make it a gift, and I will not accept reciprocity." He laughs outright, doing a decently bad cartwheel before collapsing and gasping for air.
*you want me. To help you. With a court of fey. Called the SUGARPLUM COURT. BASED OFF OF FOOD.*
*yes. A million times yes. I didn’t even need to know anything besides the fact that they were called the sugarplum court to want to help you with this.*
he is silent for a few moments, watching him cartwheel with slight suspicion. “No reciprocity… if you truly say so, then… I would most welcome that… you already know I am the Autumn Prince… but what are you?” Julius approaches much, much closer to the consultant, so that they can feel the crackling, fiery warmth emanating from his skin. He studies them curiously.
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
He looks Little Man up and down. “Has one of Duchess Belinapter’s children followed me from Autumn country?…“ he mutters to himself. “May I have your name?” He leaps into the air, carried by the wind, and lands a bit closer to little man, perched on a rock. Little man realizes that Julius’ teeth are sharper than a human’s. Like knives.
“Singan, but they calls me little man or spider man.”
“Spider man? Now why would they ever call you that?…” he asks, voice laced with sarcasm. Pumpkin vines sprout out of the ground around him, growing in twisting brambles, up and around the rock he’s perched on.
“And yous pumpkin man.”
He frowns. “You may refer to me as the Harvest Prince.”
"I already had my soul carved into portions and sold under seven different names. Those are my deals, and I think I entered them on accident and got nothing in return." The flowers slowly spin. "Being animated by an unknown and much weaker force has some side-effects. I'm basically held together by butcher's twine and the mercy of God. I've survived my heart being cleaved in two, and was able to walk around for like nine minutes despite not having any blood left. Really uncomfortable."
He sighs, a flute-like sound. "You like cookies? I make some mean gingerbread. I once built a house out of the stuff, but I really suck at saying no to starving German children."
"Sounds like you've been treated poorly, maybe you need somebody new to take care of you. I could use some food."
He laughs hysterically, jumping to his feet, nearly falling right back over, and pausing. "You haven't seen how the fey are when they're treating someone poorly." He plucks the flowers out of his eyes and throws them to the ground. He seems grumpy for a couple seconds, his deep breathing sounding almost like giggling through his mask. Then he brightens back up. "Let's go! I just built another cabin! The kids love the things, so I keep making them! Hopefully there's some left!" He grabs Lumen's hand and begins running back, laughing for real. He has such a beautiful laugh.
He picks a few flowers on the way, keeping pace with them and smiling. "Nice laugh, it's... unique. Whats your name?"
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*Play this text game to the end and you'll get the gist of it. It's worth it. You'll adore every second, I know.*
*But basically, food fey. They harvest the Goblin Fruits, alter their bodies into constructs, and are staunch supporters of the Knights of Knowledge of the Tongue. I was actually hoping you might want to help me with it.*
"You are in a wild place, foe-friend. You can do anything... or nothing at all, if that is the anything you desire." He giggles. "What would you like to try first? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about any laws here." This... thing isn't a Fey. In fact, Julius doesn't know what he is. "I'd really like to show you around, big sidhe man. And just to show off my godly power, I'll make it a gift, and I will not accept reciprocity." He laughs outright, doing a decently bad cartwheel before collapsing and gasping for air.
*you want me. To help you. With a court of fey. Called the SUGARPLUM COURT. BASED OFF OF FOOD.*
*yes. A million times yes. I didn’t even need to know anything besides the fact that they were called the sugarplum court to want to help you with this.*
he is silent for a few moments, watching him cartwheel with slight suspicion. “No reciprocity… if you truly say so, then… I would most welcome that… you already know I am the Autumn Prince… but what are you?” Julius approaches much, much closer to the consultant, so that they can feel the crackling, fiery warmth emanating from his skin. He studies them curiously.
*We'll have to start work tomorrow when we're both well-rested, but I do believe we're in business.*
"I think... I'm dead." He sits up. "I mean, not undead, just dead-dead. My soul has been butchered and sold like, seven times and I've been trying to slaughter my way through a Ponzi scheme of my own Court's making to find the bits." He rolls up his sleeve to reveal his Frankensteined-together body. He then slams into Julius, hugging him. "You're warm. I like warm."
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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 laughs hysterically, jumping to his feet, nearly falling right back over, and pausing. "You haven't seen how the fey are when they're treating someone poorly." He plucks the flowers out of his eyes and throws them to the ground. He seems grumpy for a couple seconds, his deep breathing sounding almost like giggling through his mask. Then he brightens back up. "Let's go! I just built another cabin! The kids love the things, so I keep making them! Hopefully there's some left!" He grabs Lumen's hand and begins running back, laughing for real. He has such a beautiful laugh.
He picks a few flowers on the way, keeping pace with them and smiling. "Nice laugh, it's... unique. Whats your name?"
"People who make deals with people who don't know that they're getting into don't get to know my name. I've lost seven that way, remember? I really like my latest one, which sucks because I'm terrified of using it. Also, a redcap (GP)ed my wife and she never knew it wasn't me. They have a kid together and she doesn't recognize me anymore. Stupid fairie traded the name away before I could kill him, so I'm out of luck there." He skips as he leads. "Call me Devil Child. It's what the townspeople typically call me. It's funny because I'm short and evil." He explains.
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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 god who owns it keeps using guilt tactics to get me to stay. Not yet. He just wants everyone to work together to survive.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"Are you just saying 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
*Sugarplum Court? Tell me everything*
Julius eyes the consultant of the sugarplum court with his candlelight gaze. “You are much too kind… but i must decline…” he takes a few steps on cloven hooves to keep facing the consultant, wind rushing around him. “What is this pace? I know of the soil, of the crops and trees and wind, but not of the people or of the settlement.”
“No. I’ll stay, I guess.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*for Julius, both on here and on Autumn Country, I’m trying to play more into the fey rules for his character :>*
"Sounds like you've been treated poorly, maybe you need somebody new to take care of you. I could use some food."
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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
*cool :>*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"Only if you want to..."
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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 looks Little Man up and down. “Has one of Duchess Belinapter’s children followed me from Autumn country?…“ he mutters to himself. “May I have your name?” He leaps into the air, carried by the wind, and lands a bit closer to little man, perched on a rock. Little man realizes that Julius’ teeth are sharper than a human’s. Like knives.
“Singan, but they calls me little man or spider man.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Spider man? Now why would they ever call you that?…” he asks, voice laced with sarcasm. Pumpkin vines sprout out of the ground around him, growing in twisting brambles, up and around the rock he’s perched on.
“And yous pumpkin man.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*Play this text game to the end and you'll get the gist of it. It's worth it. You'll adore every second, I know.*
*But basically, food fey. They harvest the Goblin Fruits, alter their bodies into constructs, and are staunch supporters of the Knights of Knowledge of the Tongue. I was actually hoping you might want to help me with it.*
"You are in a wild place, foe-friend. You can do anything... or nothing at all, if that is the anything you desire." He giggles. "What would you like to try first? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about any laws here." This... thing isn't a Fey. In fact, Julius doesn't know what he is. "I'd really like to show you around, big sidhe man. And just to show off my godly power, I'll make it a gift, and I will not accept reciprocity." He laughs outright, doing a decently bad cartwheel before collapsing and gasping for air.
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 hysterically, jumping to his feet, nearly falling right back over, and pausing. "You haven't seen how the fey are when they're treating someone poorly." He plucks the flowers out of his eyes and throws them to the ground. He seems grumpy for a couple seconds, his deep breathing sounding almost like giggling through his mask. Then he brightens back up. "Let's go! I just built another cabin! The kids love the things, so I keep making them! Hopefully there's some left!" He grabs Lumen's hand and begins running back, laughing for real. He has such a beautiful laugh.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I mean, like, that's not really a cult, just really bad employment with spooky trappings. I worked a couple jobs like that. Nasty business." He crosses his legs. "You want a cookie? Wait, did I ask that? Ah, I'll ask it again so it won't matter. Wanna cookie?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*you want me. To help you. With a court of fey. Called the SUGARPLUM COURT. BASED OFF OF FOOD.*
*yes. A million times yes. I didn’t even need to know anything besides the fact that they were called the sugarplum court to want to help you with this.*
he is silent for a few moments, watching him cartwheel with slight suspicion. “No reciprocity… if you truly say so, then… I would most welcome that… you already know I am the Autumn Prince… but what are you?” Julius approaches much, much closer to the consultant, so that they can feel the crackling, fiery warmth emanating from his skin. He studies them curiously.
He frowns. “You may refer to me as the Harvest Prince.”
He picks a few flowers on the way, keeping pace with them and smiling. "Nice laugh, it's... unique. Whats your name?"
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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
*We'll have to start work tomorrow when we're both well-rested, but I do believe we're in business.*
"I think... I'm dead." He sits up. "I mean, not undead, just dead-dead. My soul has been butchered and sold like, seven times and I've been trying to slaughter my way through a Ponzi scheme of my own Court's making to find the bits." He rolls up his sleeve to reveal his Frankensteined-together body. He then slams into Julius, hugging him. "You're warm. I like warm."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"People who make deals with people who don't know that they're getting into don't get to know my name. I've lost seven that way, remember? I really like my latest one, which sucks because I'm terrified of using it. Also, a redcap (GP)ed my wife and she never knew it wasn't me. They have a kid together and she doesn't recognize me anymore. Stupid fairie traded the name away before I could kill him, so I'm out of luck there." He skips as he leads. "Call me Devil Child. It's what the townspeople typically call me. It's funny because I'm short and evil." He explains.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.