Felix looks up at him. "I've got an option, but you're not gonna like it." He drops his holy symbol on the counter.
He grumbles and sips his tea "Unfortunately, I do, and it scares me."
"The purification of a wendigo is a dangerous and exhausting process. You could easily die, and given your true form, you'll need heavy medical attention during and after the process. You may not be able to even cook again."
"That's what scares me. Cooking is my art, what I adore. Being what I am.. that's all I know." He explained, pacing around the kitchen "That would be like taking away my soul."
*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.
She watches, fascination painting her face.
“Oh don’t stop on account of me. I get peckish.” He says casually.
"No no! It's more I've been everywhere, seen so many creatures, but never your kind before. You're so beautiful when you do that, it's so weird." She explains, her own grin widening.
“You flatter me. I suppose I’m just one of a kind.” He pretends to blush.
She waves a hand "No flattery. A compliment. I learned the difference."
“Ah. Well, continue with your flaying.” He resumes his devouring stance.
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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.
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.
She watches, fascination painting her face.
“Oh don’t stop on account of me. I get peckish.” He says casually.
"No no! It's more I've been everywhere, seen so many creatures, but never your kind before. You're so beautiful when you do that, it's so weird." She explains, her own grin widening.
“You flatter me. I suppose I’m just one of a kind.” He pretends to blush.
She waves a hand "No flattery. A compliment. I learned the difference."
“Ah. Well, continue with your flaying.” He resumes his devouring stance.
She continues and, while working, she speaks up "an acquaintance of mine, a soulless angel, said I should pursue my studies of emotion. He thinks I could become human." She chuckles
"The purification of a wendigo is a dangerous and exhausting process. You could easily die, and given your true form, you'll need heavy medical attention during and after the process. You may not be able to even cook again."
"That's what scares me. Cooking is my art, what I adore. Being what I am.. that's all I know." He explained, pacing around the kitchen "That would be like taking away my soul."
"Well..." he fidgets with his symbol. "You... no... I was thinking you could join the Spirits, but your Vitality is far too damaged to make a whole one."
*Hey Alaric, do you want me to repost Tycho and Scott's interaction?*
*Sure :D*
Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"The purification of a wendigo is a dangerous and exhausting process. You could easily die, and given your true form, you'll need heavy medical attention during and after the process. You may not be able to even cook again."
"That's what scares me. Cooking is my art, what I adore. Being what I am.. that's all I know." He explained, pacing around the kitchen "That would be like taking away my soul."
"Well..." he fidgets with his symbol. "You... no... I was thinking you could join the Spirits, but your Vitality is far too damaged to make a whole one."
He sighs "Not the best idea but it is to starve and die off." He shrugs "But Wendigo's don't die, they just become more beasty than human."
*Hey Alaric, do you want me to repost Tycho and Scott's interaction?*
*Sure :D*
Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"Well..." he fidgets with his symbol. "You... no... I was thinking you could join the Spirits, but your Vitality is far too damaged to make a whole one."
He sighs "Not the best idea but it is to starve and die off." He shrugs "But Wendigo's don't die, they just become more beasty than human."
Felix draws the gutting knife and presses the tip against the table. "We do have one last option. If you think it will work."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"That's what scares me. Cooking is my art, what I adore. Being what I am.. that's all I know." He explained, pacing around the kitchen "That would be like taking away my soul."
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
Thirteen looks calm again. “Good that you took them out.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
*Ah, to traumatize or not to traumatize. It shall be decided soon*
"Yes?" she looks down at them
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
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. Well, continue with your flaying.” He resumes his devouring stance.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(Wendigo, you want to continue on the pm)
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
She continues and, while working, she speaks up "an acquaintance of mine, a soulless angel, said I should pursue my studies of emotion. He thinks I could become human." She 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
*Sure :)*
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're always writing silly."
"Well..." he fidgets with his symbol. "You... no... I was thinking you could join the Spirits, but your Vitality is far too damaged to make a whole one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:D* *I am the bringer of storm and hurt, but i shall refrain for now*
Mary hums in curiosity, planting a kiss on their forehead
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
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 sighs "Not the best idea but it is to starve and die off." He shrugs "But Wendigo's don't die, they just become more beasty than human."
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
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
*Hey Alaric. You know what hasn't been risen in awhile. A home for Peculiar Children.*
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
Mary smiles, "Thank you, i enjoy this form. I think you are rather pretty aswell" She says, "I like your eyes in particular"
Felix draws the gutting knife and presses the tip against the table. "We do have one last option. If you think it will work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels