Theren is staggering through the woods, black smoke pouring off of him
Phoenix is interrogating a mercenary.
Nick is glowing with golden power as he takes care of some ruffians.
Jefferson is outside his restaurant, tending to some basil that grows in pots alongside the windowsill.
Lore is curled up on the sofa in the library, napping.
Russ is smoking outside, grumbling.
There is a clatter as theren staggers in.
Lore wakes up, blinking groggily
Black smoke pours off of his body. Burns cover every inch of open skin. He looks on the verge of collapse.
She jumps up, her humanoid form disappears as her Angelical form scoops him up, casting healing spells left and right.
"You look angelic." he jokes weakly
"Shush." She folds in her wings as her thousand's of eyes look over him for marks or sigils.
There are none. He just looks exhausted and tired
"What happened. There are no marks. Tell me." She said.
"Apep. he swallowed me....that chaos magic...it burns like fire..."
Her angelic form breaks as her demonic form rages. The room turning frozen as her owl-head tilts to the side, beady eyes glinting. "IAMGOINGTODEVOURHIM."
The figure stands on the deck, forming a cigarette from nothingness. A golden lighter forms as well, lighting the cigarette.
"Everyone. I'm just always grumpy."
Seeing no criminal activity, Larry begin to walk backwards to their seat, but still watch for a moment.
"If yer gonna stare, I suggest you do it in the open then hiding like that mate." A gravelly British voice says and the man turns around, folding his arms over his chest.
Larry freezes, a single drop of blood falling from their lapel.
“Aw, there’s a deeper reason than that.”
"Mn.. so your the one who was making the mess." He grumbles and pulls out a cloth from his pocket, wiping it up.
"Mn, not really. I just really don't like people."
“We apologize. This is the way we are.”
“Yeah, but what’s the reason for that?”
"Mn." He tilts his head, his eyes staring down at them "Who are you?"
He shrugs again "People are dumb."
“We are Larry.”
“Truer words were never spoken.” *russ is the fiend, right?*
"Have you eaten?" He asked, wisps of smoke curling around him from the cigarette.
*Yep. he is an incubus but pretends to be a Erinyes.*
“Yes.”
*okay* Mauric looks him up and down. “So, you from around here?”
"Apep. he swallowed me....that chaos magic...it burns like fire..."
Her angelic form breaks as her demonic form rages. The room turning frozen as her owl-head tilts to the side, beady eyes glinting. "IAMGOINGTODEVOURHIM."
"Hes already dead....i killed him. please calm down dear..."
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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.
Her angelic form breaks as her demonic form rages. The room turning frozen as her owl-head tilts to the side, beady eyes glinting. "IAMGOINGTODEVOURHIM."
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
"Good." He says and stubs out the cigarette.
"Eh, kinda." He shrugs and chuckles.
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
*cut with theren*
“Are they working for the Serpent?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hes already dead....i killed him. please calm down dear..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Im sure they are"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*cut with wendigo*
“We apologize for inconveniencing you.”
“What do you mean?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“[gp]. Where do they keep coming from?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Dunno."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hi)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*buzzes*
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
(hi)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Why bother." He grumbles, opening his mouth to say something else, but pausing and shutting it
*[hug]*
*[vibrates intently like a beehive]*
"you lose faith in gods, people or both?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I... dont know right now." He mumbles
*I have a character idea: giant cowboy*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"what did they even want from you"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"It varied. Sometimes they wanted money, or magic. Blessings." He says, scooting his knees to his chest
"and you feel like you can't give them those anymore?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I can't 'promise' them those. And my stuff got ransacked during the first break in." He sighs