Felix follows the candy trail, holding Ichigo's hand. After a while, they hear the footsteps of someone following them. Felix doesn't look back, despite being a bit nervous. "Careful around here. Wax Man is pretty dangerous if you scare him." He whispers. "He's very timid."
Ichigo nods and bunches over, as if making himself smaller. He grips his club, the wood creaking a bit. His cat jumps off his shoulder, walking in front quietly.
The footsteps grow uncomfortably close. Ichigo feels a warm, melty hand on his shoulder. "Name?" comes a slow, burbling voice. Felix slows to a stop, not turning around or speaking.
"Exactly! Maybe some Wisteria for extra protection and longevity. That way it can heal from poison too." He opens his coat and pulls out some bushels of dried plants. "I assume we're making living toys, right? Dead ones are kind of creepy to me. Like mannequins. But you can do what you want, it's your project."
"They.... mine... don't really move unless i get them to? so maybe alive?"
"Well, if it's even a chance, we want them to be as happy as we are. Even if they're only alive while you're controlling them, they're still alive in some capacity. A toy exists to bring comfort and joy, and they deserve to be made with everything we can give them." For a moment he looks deeply, deeply sad. Then he blinks the tears out of his eyes and smiles again. "But you know your toys best. Your handiwork is unique, and you left a signature on your dolls. Because of this, they will always be different than mine, even if I try and teach you everything I know. And that's a good thing."
*Dark Lord (Because Scott is still having mental pain over that guy)*
*Sure thing.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as Dracula plays on his GBA, the smell of much less pungent now, but very much noticeable as he plays Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga.
Scott is watching him like a hawk, still on edge because of him.
Suddenly he turns his head, looking eyes with Scott, the eyes of a demon looking back at him.
Felix follows the candy trail, holding Ichigo's hand. After a while, they hear the footsteps of someone following them. Felix doesn't look back, despite being a bit nervous. "Careful around here. Wax Man is pretty dangerous if you scare him." He whispers. "He's very timid."
Ichigo nods and bunches over, as if making himself smaller. He grips his club, the wood creaking a bit. His cat jumps off his shoulder, walking in front quietly.
The footsteps grow uncomfortably close. Ichigo feels a warm, melty hand on his shoulder. "Name?" comes a slow, burbling voice. Felix slows to a stop, not turning around or speaking.
Ichigo stands perfectly still "Ichigo.. Akisawa.. The Last Body..."
*Dark Lord (Because Scott is still having mental pain over that guy)*
*Sure thing.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as Dracula plays on his GBA, the smell of much less pungent now, but very much noticeable as he plays Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga.
Scott is watching him like a hawk, still on edge because of him.
Suddenly he turns his head, looking eyes with Scott, the eyes of a demon looking back at him.
Scott jumps, backing away "Christ!"
At the word his skin sizzles slightly, and he pats out the flames, going back to his game.
"Well, if it's even a chance, we want them to be as happy as we are. Even if they're only alive while you're controlling them, they're still alive in some capacity. A toy exists to bring comfort and joy, and they deserve to be made with everything we can give them." For a moment he looks deeply, deeply sad. Then he blinks the tears out of his eyes and smiles again. "But you know your toys best. Your handiwork is unique, and you left a signature on your dolls. Because of this, they will always be different than mine, even if I try and teach you everything I know. And that's a good thing."
"O-ok." He nods, continueing to diligently work
The rest of the lesson goes mostly normally. Fewer tangents than before. Less entertaining, but more informative. "Okay, you're almost done. Be confident. Let your love flow into your toy. Even if it won't wake up immediately, it will feel it, and so will anyone who plays with it. Don't be afraid." The same sad look enters his eyes again.
"Well, if it's even a chance, we want them to be as happy as we are. Even if they're only alive while you're controlling them, they're still alive in some capacity. A toy exists to bring comfort and joy, and they deserve to be made with everything we can give them." For a moment he looks deeply, deeply sad. Then he blinks the tears out of his eyes and smiles again. "But you know your toys best. Your handiwork is unique, and you left a signature on your dolls. Because of this, they will always be different than mine, even if I try and teach you everything I know. And that's a good thing."
"O-ok." He nods, continueing to diligently work
The rest of the lesson goes mostly normally. Fewer tangents than before. Less entertaining, but more informative. "Okay, you're almost done. Be confident. Let your love flow into your toy. Even if it won't wake up immediately, it will feel it, and so will anyone who plays with it. Don't be afraid." The same sad look enters his eyes again.
He nods, doing as instructed as he starts finishing the doll
The footsteps grow uncomfortably close. Ichigo feels a warm, melty hand on his shoulder. "Name?" comes a slow, burbling voice. Felix slows to a stop, not turning around or speaking.
Ichigo stands perfectly still "Ichigo.. Akisawa.. The Last Body..."
"Thanks." The hand leaves its shoulder. Felix begins walking, his hand in Ichigo's, and the Wax Man does not follow them this time. Various shadowy figures watch from just outside the reach of the light, casually chatting to each other and commenting on the three foreigners as if they weren't able to hear them. Suddenly, one walks in front of Ichigo, peering into its eyes from less than an inch away. It doesn't attack, just stares, looking for something.
The rest of the lesson goes mostly normally. Fewer tangents than before. Less entertaining, but more informative. "Okay, you're almost done. Be confident. Let your love flow into your toy. Even if it won't wake up immediately, it will feel it, and so will anyone who plays with it. Don't be afraid." The same sad look enters his eyes again.
He nods, doing as instructed as he starts finishing the doll
"Perfect. Some people put rice and blood into their toys, you know. I think that's dumb. They also use red thread. None of that is needed, though. It might even make the doll feel weird. Most people don't realize how poky rice is."
*Dark Lord (Because Scott is still having mental pain over that guy)*
*Sure thing.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as Dracula plays on his GBA, the smell of much less pungent now, but very much noticeable as he plays Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga.
Scott is watching him like a hawk, still on edge because of him.
Suddenly he turns his head, looking eyes with Scott, the eyes of a demon looking back at him.
Scott jumps, backing away "Christ!"
At the word his skin sizzles slightly, and he pats out the flames, going back to his game.
The rest of the lesson goes mostly normally. Fewer tangents than before. Less entertaining, but more informative. "Okay, you're almost done. Be confident. Let your love flow into your toy. Even if it won't wake up immediately, it will feel it, and so will anyone who plays with it. Don't be afraid." The same sad look enters his eyes again.
He nods, doing as instructed as he starts finishing the doll
"Perfect. Some people put rice and blood into their toys, you know. I think that's dumb. They also use red thread. None of that is needed, though. It might even make the doll feel weird. Most people don't realize how poky rice is."
*Dark Lord (Because Scott is still having mental pain over that guy)*
*Sure thing.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as Dracula plays on his GBA, the smell of much less pungent now, but very much noticeable as he plays Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga.
Scott is watching him like a hawk, still on edge because of him.
Suddenly he turns his head, looking eyes with Scott, the eyes of a demon looking back at him.
Scott jumps, backing away "Christ!"
At the word his skin sizzles slightly, and he pats out the flames, going back to his game.
Scott sighs, trying to slow his breathing.
Suddenly he’s gone, and just as sudden the smell of blood and death is standing next to him.
The footsteps grow uncomfortably close. Ichigo feels a warm, melty hand on his shoulder. "Name?" comes a slow, burbling voice. Felix slows to a stop, not turning around or speaking.
Ichigo stands perfectly still "Ichigo.. Akisawa.. The Last Body..."
"Thanks." The hand leaves its shoulder. Felix begins walking, his hand in Ichigo's, and the Wax Man does not follow them this time. Various shadowy figures watch from just outside the reach of the light, casually chatting to each other and commenting on the three foreigners as if they weren't able to hear them. Suddenly, one walks in front of Ichigo, peering into its eyes from less than an inch away. It doesn't attack, just stares, looking for something.
The burning pinpricks of light that are Ichigo's eyes watch them back, not making any move to attack or harm in any capacity. His grip tightens slightly on Felix's hand.
*Dark Lord (Because Scott is still having mental pain over that guy)*
*Sure thing.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as Dracula plays on his GBA, the smell of much less pungent now, but very much noticeable as he plays Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga.
Scott is watching him like a hawk, still on edge because of him.
Suddenly he turns his head, looking eyes with Scott, the eyes of a demon looking back at him.
Scott jumps, backing away "Christ!"
At the word his skin sizzles slightly, and he pats out the flames, going back to his game.
Scott sighs, trying to slow his breathing.
Suddenly he’s gone, and just as sudden the smell of blood and death is standing next to him.
Scott curses again "P-Please.. don't do that."
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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
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"I don't think bad things will come from us interacting"
The footsteps grow uncomfortably close. Ichigo feels a warm, melty hand on his shoulder. "Name?" comes a slow, burbling voice. Felix slows to a stop, not turning around or speaking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"O-ok." He nods, continueing to diligently work
Scott jumps, backing away "Christ!"
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
The Hellion is the forest training her body, muscles rippling as sweat glistens all over. Her war paint glowing as she works her body.
Ichigo stands perfectly still "Ichigo.. Akisawa.. The Last Body..."
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
At the word his skin sizzles slightly, and he pats out the flames, going back to his game.
The rest of the lesson goes mostly normally. Fewer tangents than before. Less entertaining, but more informative. "Okay, you're almost done. Be confident. Let your love flow into your toy. Even if it won't wake up immediately, it will feel it, and so will anyone who plays with it. Don't be afraid." The same sad look enters his eyes again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're the one who's apparently 50" He rolls his eyes, "Humans and their aging."
He nods, doing as instructed as he starts finishing the doll
"Thanks." The hand leaves its shoulder. Felix begins walking, his hand in Ichigo's, and the Wax Man does not follow them this time. Various shadowy figures watch from just outside the reach of the light, casually chatting to each other and commenting on the three foreigners as if they weren't able to hear them. Suddenly, one walks in front of Ichigo, peering into its eyes from less than an inch away. It doesn't attack, just stares, looking for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Perfect. Some people put rice and blood into their toys, you know. I think that's dumb. They also use red thread. None of that is needed, though. It might even make the doll feel weird. Most people don't realize how poky rice is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Scott sighs, trying to slow his breathing.
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's more like back where I am from, it's frowned upon.."
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
"Roce makes bad stuffing, like feathers."
Suddenly he’s gone, and just as sudden the smell of blood and death is standing next to him.
"Its crime time handsome, no judgements here"
The burning pinpricks of light that are Ichigo's eyes watch them back, not making any move to attack or harm in any capacity. His grip tightens slightly on Felix's hand.
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
Scott curses again "P-Please.. don't do that."
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