Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Caramel the undead cat walks up in front of it, watching carefully.
*I’ll deploy the chopper*
It stares back at Caramel, tilting its head.
She approaches and attempts to place her paw against the goat.
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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.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Caramel the undead cat walks up in front of it, watching carefully.
*I’ll deploy the chopper*
It stares back at Caramel, tilting its head.
She approaches and attempts to place her paw against the goat.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Caramel the undead cat walks up in front of it, watching carefully.
*I’ll deploy the chopper*
It stares back at Caramel, tilting its head.
She approaches and attempts to place her paw against the goat.
It jumps away, bleating in fear.
In the dirt, Caramel writes the words “CAN YOU UNDERSTAND LANGUAGE?”
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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.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Caramel the undead cat walks up in front of it, watching carefully.
*I’ll deploy the chopper*
It stares back at Caramel, tilting its head.
She approaches and attempts to place her paw against the goat.
It jumps away, bleating in fear.
In the dirt, Caramel writes the words “CAN YOU UNDERSTAND LANGUAGE?”
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Caramel the undead cat walks up in front of it, watching carefully.
*I’ll deploy the chopper*
It stares back at Caramel, tilting its head.
She approaches and attempts to place her paw against the goat.
It jumps away, bleating in fear.
In the dirt, Caramel writes the words “CAN YOU UNDERSTAND LANGUAGE?”
It nods suddenly, blinking slowly.
She wipes the message out and then writes “I CAN’T TALK TO YOU IF I CAN’T COME IN CONTACT WITH YOU”
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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.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Nick appears behind them. "heya."
Phoenix jogs alongside them. "on your left." he says to Lock.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Mauric is running through the woods, and comes upon the spot. “Wait, what in the…”
A humanoid covered in a black velvety substance is walking around the fountain, being evangelistic.
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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.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
After a few seconds, rory speaks through the door, "I-I'm sorry, w-we're still closed...."
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
After a few seconds, rory speaks through the door, "I-I'm sorry, w-we're still closed...."
"Rory...its me Nick..can I come in?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Mauric is running through the woods, and comes upon the spot. “Wait, what in the…”
A humanoid covered in a black velvety substance is walking around the fountain, being evangelistic.
The spot is ringed in ash, scorch marks forming odd patterns along the ground. In the center is an odd sphere, around three feet tall
The creature turns to watch them curiously, dripping ink onto the pavement
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She approaches and attempts to place her paw against the goat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It jumps away, bleating in fear.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
In the dirt, Caramel writes the words “CAN YOU UNDERSTAND LANGUAGE?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It nods suddenly, blinking slowly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She wipes the message out and then writes “I CAN’T TALK TO YOU IF I CAN’T COME IN CONTACT WITH YOU”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*gooood morning. Sorry for dissapearing yesterday, I ended up passing out*
Nick appears behind them. "heya."
Phoenix jogs alongside them. "on your left." he says to Lock.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You alright?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Yup.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I dont believe that. your voice lowered a lot."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“It’s genetic.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"mhmm..." he then stops taking out the bark. "All done."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Thank you. I guess, I gotta… get going. There’s geckos to find!” Mauric runs off into the woods, flustered.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick sits there confused. "Why does this always happen..." he murmurs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*a little quiet, might aswell do stuff*
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric is running through the woods, and comes upon the spot. “Wait, what in the…”
A humanoid covered in a black velvety substance is walking around the fountain, being evangelistic.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a few seconds, rory speaks through the door, "I-I'm sorry, w-we're still closed...."
"Rory...its me Nick..can I come in?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The spot is ringed in ash, scorch marks forming odd patterns along the ground. In the center is an odd sphere, around three feet tall
The creature turns to watch them curiously, dripping ink onto the pavement