"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are warning."
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
“It’s one of them.” They stare down at their glass. “I’d like to make something of myself besides a thief.”
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
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"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
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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 not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
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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.
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
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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.
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
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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 Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
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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've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
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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 Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
Simon's eyes widen a fraction. It's a miniscule reaction but it says a lot in a few. The pupils of his eyes suddenly eclipse his irises, a ring of blue around pools of black. He folds his knife back up in a fluid motion and attaches it back to his belt
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
Simon's eyes widen a fraction. It's a miniscule reaction but it says a lot in a few. The pupils of his eyes suddenly eclipse his irises, a ring of blue around pools of black. He folds his knife back up in a fluid motion and attaches it back to his belt
"So, still think you're a lost cause or whatever?"
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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.
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
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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!
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
"Hey, I get to say that"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
"Hey, I get to say that"
“I can too. You robbed me.”
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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!
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
"Hey, I get to say that"
“I can too. You robbed me.”
"fair."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
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"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
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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"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon's eyes widen a fraction. It's a miniscule reaction but it says a lot in a few. The pupils of his eyes suddenly eclipse his irises, a ring of blue around pools of black. He folds his knife back up in a fluid motion and attaches it back to his belt
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So, still think you're a lost cause or whatever?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
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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"Hey, I get to say that"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“I can too. You robbed me.”
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!
Extended Signature!
"fair."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose