*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."
He’s taken aback by the sudden hug, but doesn’t push him away. He chuckles slightly, a bit nervous. “That’s the fire that runs through my veins-…” he pats them on the back softly. “How Much of your butchered soul have you found?”
*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."
He’s taken aback by the sudden hug, but doesn’t push him away. He chuckles slightly, a bit nervous. “That’s the fire that runs through my veins-…” he pats them on the back softly. “How Much of your butchered soul have you found?”
He starts giggling in short bursts, uncontrollable laughter wracking him as he squeals with joy.
Except it's not joy.
Julius suddenly, painfully realizes that the mask the critter wears is turning his agonized bawling into happy noises. He slides to the ground at the Prince's hooves.
"None of it! Nothing! Not a syllable! Seven names, seven pieces, all of them out of my reach! Have you ever had your life ruined seven times by your family, until you're so afraid that you don't even dare speak your name aloud anymore?!" He starts trying to calm himself, clutching his head and hyperventilating, which sounds like repeated contented sighs. He slowly looks up at Julius.
"I'm dead serious about this. You haven't seen me beg, and you haven't seen what comes after that fails. The Sugarplum Queen raised me herself, and she knows how hungry I am. My quest for love has left me with a hole in my stomach, and now we are all being punished for it. I am kept on life support not by God's mercy, but by a furtive feeling of hatred that reaches the skies."
He stands up straight, shaking. "I need a drink. You?"
"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.
"You're not magical at all.. Fine, D.C for short. I'm Lumen."
"Nice to meet you, Lumen! What was that about me being mundane?" He stops skipping, breathing heavily again. Poor cardio.
A tall figure strides into the Inn. He wears a cloak of feathers that seem to shift colours every few seconds, a teal and gold chestplate, and trousers that look as if they were forged rather than sewn. He carries a strange staff with a bladed crystal head, and around his waist are several curiosities that none could name unless told, and other, slightly more recognizable artifacts. His hair is short and silver, his face is youthful, yet old at the same time. His eyes are a deep, emerald green, and he has the slightest smirk on his face.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
*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."
He’s taken aback by the sudden hug, but doesn’t push him away. He chuckles slightly, a bit nervous. “That’s the fire that runs through my veins-…” he pats them on the back softly. “How Much of your butchered soul have you found?”
He starts giggling in short bursts, uncontrollable laughter wracking him as he squeals with joy.
Except it's not joy.
Julius suddenly, painfully realizes that the mask the critter wears is turning his agonized bawling into happy noises. He slides to the ground at the Prince's hooves.
"None of it! Nothing! Not a syllable! Seven names, seven pieces, all of them out of my reach! Have you ever had your life ruined seven times by your family, until you're so afraid that you don't even dare speak your name aloud anymore?!" He starts trying to calm himself, clutching his head and hyperventilating, which sounds like repeated contented sighs. He slowly looks up at Julius.
"I'm dead serious about this. You haven't seen me beg, and you haven't seen what comes after that fails. The Sugarplum Queen raised me herself, and she knows how hungry I am. My quest for love has left me with a hole in my stomach, and now we are all being punished for it. I am kept on life support not by God's mercy, but by a furtive feeling of hatred that reaches the skies."
He stands up straight, shaking. "I need a drink. You?"
Julius is dead silent the entire time, but the Autumn breeze grows stronger, and his candlelight eyes flicker. “You are strong. For being able to… put up with this. Most would’ve given up-…”he pauses, looking to the ground and thinking carefully. “Yes- let’s… let’s get drinks.”
He starts giggling in short bursts, uncontrollable laughter wracking him as he squeals with joy.
Except it's not joy.
Julius suddenly, painfully realizes that the mask the critter wears is turning his agonized bawling into happy noises. He slides to the ground at the Prince's hooves.
"None of it! Nothing! Not a syllable! Seven names, seven pieces, all of them out of my reach! Have you ever had your life ruined seven times by your family, until you're so afraid that you don't even dare speak your name aloud anymore?!" He starts trying to calm himself, clutching his head and hyperventilating, which sounds like repeated contented sighs. He slowly looks up at Julius.
"I'm dead serious about this. You haven't seen me beg, and you haven't seen what comes after that fails. The Sugarplum Queen raised me herself, and she knows how hungry I am. My quest for love has left me with a hole in my stomach, and now we are all being punished for it. I am kept on life support not by God's mercy, but by a furtive feeling of hatred that reaches the skies."
He stands up straight, shaking. "I need a drink. You?"
Julius is dead silent the entire time, but the Autumn breeze grows stronger, and his candlelight eyes flicker. “You are strong. For being able to… put up with this. Most would’ve given up-…”he pauses, looking to the ground and thinking carefully. “Yes- let’s… let’s get drinks.”
"That sounds amazing, thanks for suggesting it." He sort of bumps Julius, trying to get back into the swing of being a whimsical little goofball despite his obvious grief.
He reaches up and takes the Prince's hand like a child with their mother. "What's your favorite?"
He starts giggling in short bursts, uncontrollable laughter wracking him as he squeals with joy.
Except it's not joy.
Julius suddenly, painfully realizes that the mask the critter wears is turning his agonized bawling into happy noises. He slides to the ground at the Prince's hooves.
"None of it! Nothing! Not a syllable! Seven names, seven pieces, all of them out of my reach! Have you ever had your life ruined seven times by your family, until you're so afraid that you don't even dare speak your name aloud anymore?!" He starts trying to calm himself, clutching his head and hyperventilating, which sounds like repeated contented sighs. He slowly looks up at Julius.
"I'm dead serious about this. You haven't seen me beg, and you haven't seen what comes after that fails. The Sugarplum Queen raised me herself, and she knows how hungry I am. My quest for love has left me with a hole in my stomach, and now we are all being punished for it. I am kept on life support not by God's mercy, but by a furtive feeling of hatred that reaches the skies."
He stands up straight, shaking. "I need a drink. You?"
Julius is dead silent the entire time, but the Autumn breeze grows stronger, and his candlelight eyes flicker. “You are strong. For being able to… put up with this. Most would’ve given up-…”he pauses, looking to the ground and thinking carefully. “Yes- let’s… let’s get drinks.”
"That sounds amazing, thanks for suggesting it." He sort of bumps Julius, trying to get back into the swing of being a whimsical little goofball despite his obvious grief.
He reaches up and takes the Prince's hand like a child with their mother. "What's your favorite?"
“My favorite drink?… fermented jealousy, though I doubt this settlement has any fey wines… so anything pumpkin flavored. What’s yours?”
A tall figure strides into the Inn. He wears a cloak of feathers that seem to shift colours every few seconds, a teal and gold chestplate, and trousers that look as if they were forged rather than sewn. He carries a strange staff with a bladed crystal head, and around his waist are several curiosities that none could name unless told, and other, slightly more recognizable artifacts. His hair is short and silver, his face is youthful, yet old at the same time. His eyes are a deep, emerald green, and he has the slightest smirk on his face.
*Bop?*
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
"That sounds amazing, thanks for suggesting it." He sort of bumps Julius, trying to get back into the swing of being a whimsical little goofball despite his obvious grief.
He reaches up and takes the Prince's hand like a child with their mother. "What's your favorite?"
“My favorite drink?… fermented jealousy, though I doubt this settlement has any fey wines… so anything pumpkin flavored. What’s yours?”
"I like tea, especially Yaupon tea. You heard of it? It's a type of medicine, technically, but I really like it." He seems to be calming down very quickly. "I also make moonshine out of corn, and I really like that."
"That sounds amazing, thanks for suggesting it." He sort of bumps Julius, trying to get back into the swing of being a whimsical little goofball despite his obvious grief.
He reaches up and takes the Prince's hand like a child with their mother. "What's your favorite?"
“My favorite drink?… fermented jealousy, though I doubt this settlement has any fey wines… so anything pumpkin flavored. What’s yours?”
"I like tea, especially Yaupon tea. You heard of it? It's a type of medicine, technically, but I really like it." He seems to be calming down very quickly. "I also make moonshine out of corn, and I really like that."
He chuckles. “The process of making alcohol is the domain of the Barley King, not me, but i do enjoy brewing.” He starts making his way into town.
"I like tea, especially Yaupon tea. You heard of it? It's a type of medicine, technically, but I really like it." He seems to be calming down very quickly. "I also make moonshine out of corn, and I really like that."
He chuckles. “The process of making alcohol is the domain of the Barley King, not me, but i do enjoy brewing.” He starts making his way into town.
The little creature has to nearly sprint to keep up due to his short legs. "Hey, do you like cookies? I built an entire house out of gingerbread once. I didn't win the competition, but I lured in twelve little German children, which is a moral victory at least."
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He’s taken aback by the sudden hug, but doesn’t push him away. He chuckles slightly, a bit nervous. “That’s the fire that runs through my veins-…” he pats them on the back softly. “How Much of your butchered soul have you found?”
He starts giggling in short bursts, uncontrollable laughter wracking him as he squeals with joy.
Except it's not joy.
Julius suddenly, painfully realizes that the mask the critter wears is turning his agonized bawling into happy noises. He slides to the ground at the Prince's hooves.
"None of it! Nothing! Not a syllable! Seven names, seven pieces, all of them out of my reach! Have you ever had your life ruined seven times by your family, until you're so afraid that you don't even dare speak your name aloud anymore?!" He starts trying to calm himself, clutching his head and hyperventilating, which sounds like repeated contented sighs. He slowly looks up at Julius.
"I'm dead serious about this. You haven't seen me beg, and you haven't seen what comes after that fails. The Sugarplum Queen raised me herself, and she knows how hungry I am. My quest for love has left me with a hole in my stomach, and now we are all being punished for it. I am kept on life support not by God's mercy, but by a furtive feeling of hatred that reaches the skies."
He stands up straight, shaking. "I need a drink. You?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Nice to meet you, Lumen! What was that about me being mundane?" He stops skipping, breathing heavily again. Poor cardio.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Well, I'm not magical. I'm not psionic either. I'm not sure what I am. Kind of just spooky in general, you know?" He stretches, catching his breath.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*i think I’m going to go to bed, but I already love your character, Baalz.*
*Thank you! Rest up, my darling!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Existence is pain*
*Can't argue with that*
Kal Is welding many, many spikes to Xero's back.
Neave is bonking Shadow with his staff for no readily apparent reason.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
A tall figure strides into the Inn. He wears a cloak of feathers that seem to shift colours every few seconds, a teal and gold chestplate, and trousers that look as if they were forged rather than sewn. He carries a strange staff with a bladed crystal head, and around his waist are several curiosities that none could name unless told, and other, slightly more recognizable artifacts. His hair is short and silver, his face is youthful, yet old at the same time. His eyes are a deep, emerald green, and he has the slightest smirk on his face.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
Julius is dead silent the entire time, but the Autumn breeze grows stronger, and his candlelight eyes flicker. “You are strong. For being able to… put up with this. Most would’ve given up-…” he pauses, looking to the ground and thinking carefully. “Yes- let’s… let’s get drinks.”
"That sounds amazing, thanks for suggesting it." He sort of bumps Julius, trying to get back into the swing of being a whimsical little goofball despite his obvious grief.
He reaches up and takes the Prince's hand like a child with their mother. "What's your favorite?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“My favorite drink?… fermented jealousy, though I doubt this settlement has any fey wines… so anything pumpkin flavored. What’s yours?”
*Bop?*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
*The second bop*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
"I like tea, especially Yaupon tea. You heard of it? It's a type of medicine, technically, but I really like it." He seems to be calming down very quickly. "I also make moonshine out of corn, and I really like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He chuckles. “The process of making alcohol is the domain of the Barley King, not me, but i do enjoy brewing.” He starts making his way into town.
The little creature has to nearly sprint to keep up due to his short legs. "Hey, do you like cookies? I built an entire house out of gingerbread once. I didn't win the competition, but I lured in twelve little German children, which is a moral victory at least."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine