Sytosc himself seems to be sleeping, or at least resting, slumped over in his chair and breathing steadily.
"Thats.. odd" He narrows his eyes and walks outside, to Sytosc.
Sytosc's eyes follow William. His hand twitches and a pair of bodies rise and pull out the empty chair, moving like crude, bloodied puppets.
He stops, pulling out his gutting knife. "Please, don't feel like you need to get up for me. I'm just checking up on him." He said.
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
Sytosc himself seems to be sleeping, or at least resting, slumped over in his chair and breathing steadily.
"Thats.. odd" He narrows his eyes and walks outside, to Sytosc.
Sytosc's eyes follow William. His hand twitches and a pair of bodies rise and pull out the empty chair, moving like crude, bloodied puppets.
He stops, pulling out his gutting knife. "Please, don't feel like you need to get up for me. I'm just checking up on him." He said.
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
William walks over, head tilted. "Are you okay?" He asked, dulled concern lacing his voice in threads.
Sytosc has set up a large table out in the woods with several dead monsters sitting in chairs around it. There is no food on the table, but there are place settings for each chair and dishes to serve from. It looks like some sort of demented child's tea party. Sytosc's place setting lacks typical silverware, instead having several ornate implements of butchery. An identical place setting sits at the opposite end of the table in front of an empty chair.
Meroving walks over, waving. "What is this?"
Sytsoc sits up. His dull eyes look over the host body before settling on the sword. "A meal plan."
"May I partake of some?"
"Of course." He murmurs. He flicks a wrist and the empty chair rises up and slowly moves back before setting itself back down.
"You alright, critic guy?" They say, surveying the lack of food
"Please, call me Sytosc. Please, eat." His head is still hung, his shoulders slumped.
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
William walks over, head tilted. "Are you okay?" He asked, dulled concern lacing his voice in threads.
The man in the pinstriped suit sighs. "Once more, with feeling." There is a bitterness in his voice, but it doesn't seem directed toward William.
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
William walks over, head tilted. "Are you okay?" He asked, dulled concern lacing his voice in threads.
The man in the pinstriped suit sighs. "Once more, with feeling." There is a bitterness in his voice, but it doesn't seem directed toward William.
Sytosc has set up a large table out in the woods with several dead monsters sitting in chairs around it. There is no food on the table, but there are place settings for each chair and dishes to serve from. It looks like some sort of demented child's tea party. Sytosc's place setting lacks typical silverware, instead having several ornate implements of butchery. An identical place setting sits at the opposite end of the table in front of an empty chair.
Meroving walks over, waving. "What is this?"
Sytsoc sits up. His dull eyes look over the host body before settling on the sword. "A meal plan."
"May I partake of some?"
"Of course." He murmurs. He flicks a wrist and the empty chair rises up and slowly moves back before setting itself back down.
"You alright, critic guy?" They say, surveying the lack of food
"Please, call me Sytosc. Please, eat." His head is still hung, his shoulders slumped.
"Want me to summon some?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
William walks over, head tilted. "Are you okay?" He asked, dulled concern lacing his voice in threads.
The man in the pinstriped suit sighs. "Once more, with feeling." There is a bitterness in his voice, but it doesn't seem directed toward William.
He narrows his eyes, tilting his head "Please."
"Please what?" He picks up a carving knife and begins slowly walking the length of the table. "Are you hungry, William?"
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
William walks over, head tilted. "Are you okay?" He asked, dulled concern lacing his voice in threads.
The man in the pinstriped suit sighs. "Once more, with feeling." There is a bitterness in his voice, but it doesn't seem directed toward William.
He narrows his eyes, tilting his head "Please."
"Please what?" He picks up a carving knife and begins slowly walking the length of the table. "Are you hungry, William?"
"All the damn time." He says and stares down at him, his blank amber eyes glinting. He places his hand around the blade, letting it cut into his hand without so much as a wince. "But I think what's eating me right now is the nagging little voice in my head that you are not okay."
"Hm." he chuckles, his own razor-sharp teeth clicking as he laughs "I could help you out, all the damn blood you want from thousands of bodies."
She nods <He knows everybody!>
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
Sytosc moves two fingers and the dead beasts are thrown back down into their chairs. He places his hand on the table and slowly rises to a standing position. "Are you hungry, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William walks over, head tilted. "Are you okay?" He asked, dulled concern lacing his voice in threads.
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
"Ah, but my Arabelle's curse haunts me still. It has to be willing, my friend."
<I see. And you are...?>
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He rolls his eyes "Everybody is willing until they find out what you did."
<His creation!" She giggles.
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
"Please, call me Sytosc. Please, eat." His head is still hung, his shoulders slumped.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man in the pinstriped suit sighs. "Once more, with feeling." There is a bitterness in his voice, but it doesn't seem directed toward William.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(does anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He narrows his eyes, tilting his head "Please."
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
"Elaborate." They say, floating infront of Brand, now intruiged.
<The daughter of darkness... most intruiging>
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Want me to summon some?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Sure! What is gravedigger doing?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Drugs, the unconscious, drain the blood from them without them waking up and youre home free."
<How so?" She asked.
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
"I need willing, not unconscious"
<NEver met such an incarnation before. Have you, besides yourself, met one?>
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He rolls his head "Undead then, they already want death." he huffs.
<Nope! Papa's domain is empty...>
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
"Please what?" He picks up a carving knife and begins slowly walking the length of the table. "Are you hungry, William?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"We have plenty of food!" He suddenly stands, causing his chair to fall over. "You..." he sighs. "...you don't see it, do you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*good morning my friends!*
"All the damn time." He says and stares down at him, his blank amber eyes glinting. He places his hand around the blade, letting it cut into his hand without so much as a wince. "But I think what's eating me right now is the nagging little voice in my head that you are not okay."
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
*[EATS YOUR LEG]*
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