Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
(can I get your opinion on something when you have the time?)
Isaac walks into the clearing "what happened here?"
(Sure, what's up?)
"Just testing a little something" He says with a smile
(I'll send it over to you)
"what was it?"
(Oki)
"Hmmm, a test of strength." He says simply
(sent)
"was it successful?"
"I would say so." He nods
"What were you testing the strength of if I may ask?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
He takes the vials of grey spice. He then opens one and puts it to his mouth, eating the entire vial in one go. He then closes it back as the pain fades slightly, although his flesh remains weak, waiting for the effects to truly kick in.
Very quickly, he finds that he feels nothing. No unpleasant physical sensation whatsoever. When all you can feel is pleasure, does it count as bliss, or does something have to be inducing that pleasure? Regardless he feels the breeze and hears the birds and the rustling of leaves and there is no such thing as pain. he can barely remember what it's like to be burned. "High tolerance. But a couple grams more and you'll never feel anything again, so if you're going to down it by vial I would suggest you wait until the effects fully wear off."
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
He takes the vials of grey spice. He then opens one and puts it to his mouth, eating the entire vial in one go. He then closes it back as the pain fades slightly, although his flesh remains weak, waiting for the effects to truly kick in.
Very quickly, he finds that he feels nothing. No unpleasant physical sensation whatsoever. When all you can feel is pleasure, does it count as bliss, or does something have to be inducing that pleasure? Regardless he feels the breeze and hears the birds and the rustling of leaves and there is no such thing as pain. he can barely remember what it's like to be burned. "High tolerance. But a couple grams more and you'll never feel anything again, so if you're going to down it by vial I would suggest you wait until the effects fully wear off."
He takes the armor, placing it back onto his body. As he does so they can see some of his flesh has practically melted into the armor permanently, occasionally taking off chunks of flesh from his charred skin, tears falling down his face "This. This is a blessing." He finally focuses on the world around him, truly serene, at peace with the world around him. For a moment his malice fades away, only a perfect enlightenment left behind as he begins to mediate.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
"What do you mean?" He asks
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Mauric has made the king of all salads and is admiring his work, his hands aching and his face slack with exhaustion.
The Larry is putting together their evidence on the William case.
Benimaru looks at the salad, before walking over and picking up the bowl it's in. He turns to Mauric "You look as tired as I do."
Damian appears next to The Larry, looking to the evidence, his hands on his hips. Looking silently.
Mauric violently surges forward, pulling the bowl out of his hands. “Touch this and you die.”
The Larry takes no notice of him, blood slowly dripping out of their face hole.
His limbs seem to be welded onto his body, something that shouldn't happen with pure flesh "Wouldn't be the first time."
Damian pokes his friend, trying to catch their attention "Larry? Are you doing okay?"
“P-please don’t mess with my dishes. I pour my soul into them.”
The Larry turns to face Damian. Whatever this fellow is, he is a violent killer. Justice must be enforced upon him.
Benimaru looks them in the eyes, his eyes somehow even hotter than his flames "Fine."
He nods with this "Then you have to bring them to justice, and where I can help I will." He says, thinking about all the crimes he's committed silently.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*sorry for vanishing*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Well welcome back.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I would say so." He nods
He takes a knife from a table, messing with a little crystal
Mauric violently surges forward, pulling the bowl out of his hands. “Touch this and you die.”
The Larry takes no notice of him, blood slowly dripping out of their face hole.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What were you testing the strength of if I may ask?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
This seems to concern her, and she speaks. "Maybe that isn't the best Idea?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
His limbs seem to be welded onto his body, something that shouldn't happen with pure flesh "Wouldn't be the first time."
Damian pokes his friend, trying to catch their attention "Larry? Are you doing okay?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He sighs, snapping his fingers and conjuring a small orb of fire, about the size of a baseball, "Something like this"
"What do you mean?" He asks
*Well, painting has helped a bit..*
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
Very quickly, he finds that he feels nothing. No unpleasant physical sensation whatsoever. When all you can feel is pleasure, does it count as bliss, or does something have to be inducing that pleasure? Regardless he feels the breeze and hears the birds and the rustling of leaves and there is no such thing as pain. he can barely remember what it's like to be burned. "High tolerance. But a couple grams more and you'll never feel anything again, so if you're going to down it by vial I would suggest you wait until the effects fully wear off."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*glad to hear it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Mn..*
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
“P-please don’t mess with my dishes. I pour my soul into them.”
The Larry turns to face Damian. Whatever this fellow is, he is a violent killer. Justice must be enforced upon him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He takes the armor, placing it back onto his body. As he does so they can see some of his flesh has practically melted into the armor permanently, occasionally taking off chunks of flesh from his charred skin, tears falling down his face "This. This is a blessing." He finally focuses on the world around him, truly serene, at peace with the world around him. For a moment his malice fades away, only a perfect enlightenment left behind as he begins to mediate.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"It's not my station to tell you what to do, but I was a very clumsy child and I nearly cut my finger off when cutting vegetables."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Benimaru looks them in the eyes, his eyes somehow even hotter than his flames "Fine."
He nods with this "Then you have to bring them to justice, and where I can help I will." He says, thinking about all the crimes he's committed silently.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*that's great:D*
William is writing in his cookbook, the body of the fellow he just diced up lying on his butchers block.
Scott is sitting on the roof of the tavern, smoking.
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