Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
"You should sleep."
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
He sighs, "fine, but then you're sleeping."
"I-I can't! I have to write this!" He says, stumbling over his own words
"Scott." he says sternly, "You'll write better if you sleep"
He grumbles and shakes his head "it's gotta be fresh in my mind."
He sighs, "I will pick you up if i have to"
"I bet you could." He laughs lightly "I weight all of 112 lbs."
“Fine. Whatever you say.” He laughs “I need to get something tomorrow.” He runs out quickly
*The next day*
Damian is in the tavern, waiting for Saphuno to give her something, which is the thing he needed to get. He’s got his regular clothes on, and is sitting at the counter.
She walks out of her room just around 10:30. She's a bit scrunkly, still in her PJ's and yawning. She immediatley heads to make coffee.
He seems to be more stressed than he was even yesterday, just drinking his water with a shaky hand, also he’s drinking water, which is definitely out of the ordinary for the frequent alcoholic that is Damian.
After making coffee, she sets a mug down in front of him, sipping from hers as she sits down next to him. "hey, love."
He gets shakier as she sits next to him, although his eyes are soft “Hello babe, how are you today?” He says, one of his hands rummaging through his back pocket, like he’s looking for something.
"Better today... you?"
He says “Good,” before muttering “The second best day of my life hopefully.” He gets up after finishing his water “I need to do something, could you come outside in a minute?” He says beginning to walk outside.
"Damian, what is going on?" She says with concern in her voice. She gets up and follows him with a sigh, bringing her coffee with her. "What are you doing?.."
He just points up to the sky, in the sky the words are written with the clouds, saying ‘Will you marry me?’ When she looks back down to him he is on one knee, holding up a golden ring with two gems, sapphire and ruby.
*Jester, you kept talking about Shredder so I have decided to rewatch the 2012 TMNT*
(what is TMNT?)
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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
*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
"Of course. Do what you must." She bows, nodding. She sets up her tools and numerous alchemical items.
“Lovely~” Riotan positions himself at the angel’s head, hunching over its face and unhinging his jaw. He holds this pose, his eyes glowing white as he emits a hoarse rasping. This is how the Misery Eater feeds.
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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.
*Jester, you kept talking about Shredder so I have decided to rewatch the 2012 TMNT*
(what is TMNT?)
*Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.*
(oh lmao)
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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
*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
"Of course. Do what you must." She bows, nodding. She sets up her tools and numerous alchemical items.
“Lovely~” Riotan positions himself at the angel’s head, hunching over its face and unhinging his jaw. He holds this pose, his eyes glowing white as he emits a hoarse rasping. This is how the Misery Eater feeds.
"I bet you could." He laughs lightly "I weight all of 112 lbs."
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
*Anybody else want to rp?*
*characters*
Georgie is making a giant plush
Tycho is rinsing blood off his hands in an alley, using a spigot in a wall
March is sat in a chair, just sorta watching people
“Oh. I was worried for a moment. Who exactly was your target?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Jester, you kept talking about Shredder so I have decided to rewatch the 2012 TMNT*
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
He just points up to the sky, in the sky the words are written with the clouds, saying ‘Will you marry me?’ When she looks back down to him he is on one knee, holding up a golden ring with two gems, sapphire and ruby.
The Bounty Hunter is walking around, carrying someone on a body bag.
(what is TMNT?)
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
“Lovely~” Riotan positions himself at the angel’s head, hunching over its face and unhinging his jaw. He holds this pose, his eyes glowing white as he emits a hoarse rasping. This is how the Misery Eater feeds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.*
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
*You are very welcome, you get to experience peak all because of me. Such a good show.*
(oh lmao)
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
*yeah sure*
Loriche is heading back to her camp.
Mauric is making frittatas.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She watches, fascination painting her face.
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
*It was a great show.*
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
*Immediately, okay.*
The Leper is walking through the woods, dragging his large broken blade through the ground.
Denji is looking ravenously at those frittatas.