"Don't worry, they asked for it." He pauses and looks up. "Actually, that sounds bad. Their souls requested a burial or cremation so that they could rest after all this time as Spectres. I lack the resources to incinerate these right now, so I'm going with the more dangerous option."
"Ah.." he nods, like he understands but really he doesn't. He walks over, smiling "Guess I should say hi! My name is Alix!" He says, his tongue looking out his jowls.
"Hi, Alix. My name is Marvin. Do you have a favorite song?" An odd question, given the circumstances, but delivered with honesty and good faith.
"Hmm.. not really! Very sorry, I don't listen to a lot of music." He shrugs, his muscular figure under all that fluffy fur making itself known.
"Thanks. I think everyone has the potential to do good. For example, I... well, cat's out of the bag anyway, I used to be a killer. Like, little more than an executioner for my country's most hated individuals. People watched my body cam footage all over my homeland. My gun can shatter enchanted adamant vaults like glass in two taps. But I got to meet some of the kindest, most self-sacrificing people you can imagine on both sides of the war. I couldn't stomach the work, but I kept Hell so no one else could use it to do my job like I did. They may have stronger weapons now, but they're nowhere near as cool or iconic."
Mauric looks somewhat disconcerted. “…huh.”
"My therapist actually inspired my career choice. I may not be as much as a literal big shot up here, but I do good, and that's much better than being a controversial figure for an army of ravenous consumers. It was all a show, and I thought it was really fun until I realized how much harm I was actually causing. I'm still on several Hunter Guild watchlists for what I did back then. I've got the kind of sins you can't wash off or cut out with a razor, but I don't have to let them define me, even if it does in other peoples' eyes. Anyway, I don't kill anymore. It's hard for me to even put on my gun anymore, but it’s too dangerous to leave anywhere."
“Sounds like a lot to deal with…”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The storm will last a while. Perhaps you'd be interested in a job here? It wouldn't be too hard, and it would fill your purse."
"What would it entail?" she gains an inquisitive look and pulls her woolen hood down a little tighter
"Taking orders and giving food to people not at the bar." She says simply.
"Seems easy enough. I'm in" she holds out her bandaged hand to shake
Saphuno gently shakes their hand with her paw, smiling. "good lass.. you wont regret it."
She's somewhat shocked to feel a paw instead of a hand.
She notices this, and giggles softly. "Sorry, i'm.. a herangon."
"Oh!" she drops the paw. "I'm Vaska, by the way. Vaska Tajni"
"Saphuno Padfoot. Nice to meet y-you..." her voice trails off, and she begins to pant heavily.
"Maam? What happened?" she stands up, grabs her cane, and goes to where saphuno stands
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"Hi, Alix. My name is Marvin. Do you have a favorite song?" An odd question, given the circumstances, but delivered with honesty and good faith.
"Hmm.. not really! Very sorry, I don't listen to a lot of music." He shrugs, his muscular figure under all that fluffy fur making itself known.
He chuckles. "Nothing to be sorry about. Just trying to get to know you better. You a fighter?"
"Kinda. More so both spiritually and actually." He chuckles and shows him one of his necklaces which is shaped like a dire wolf "My great grandfather's spirit!"
"My therapist actually inspired my career choice. I may not be as much as a literal big shot up here, but I do good, and that's much better than being a controversial figure for an army of ravenous consumers. It was all a show, and I thought it was really fun until I realized how much harm I was actually causing. I'm still on several Hunter Guild watchlists for what I did back then. I've got the kind of sins you can't wash off or cut out with a razor, but I don't have to let them define me, even if it does in other peoples' eyes. Anyway, I don't kill anymore. It's hard for me to even put on my gun anymore, but it’s too dangerous to leave anywhere."
“Sounds like a lot to deal with…”
"You know it, man." He takes a bite out of his cold food. "Most people would have already written me off by the time I mentioned Hell, but you stayed and listened to me. That's really cool. Name's Marvin. Nice to meet you." He holds out a hand to shake, not insisting, but offering.
"The storm will last a while. Perhaps you'd be interested in a job here? It wouldn't be too hard, and it would fill your purse."
"What would it entail?" she gains an inquisitive look and pulls her woolen hood down a little tighter
"Taking orders and giving food to people not at the bar." She says simply.
"Seems easy enough. I'm in" she holds out her bandaged hand to shake
Saphuno gently shakes their hand with her paw, smiling. "good lass.. you wont regret it."
She's somewhat shocked to feel a paw instead of a hand.
She notices this, and giggles softly. "Sorry, i'm.. a herangon."
"Oh!" she drops the paw. "I'm Vaska, by the way. Vaska Tajni"
"Saphuno Padfoot. Nice to meet y-you..." her voice trails off, and she begins to pant heavily.
"Maam? What happened?" she stands up, grabs her cane, and goes to where saphuno stands
"Hot... flash.... this damn kid..." She pants, stumbling through the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Oh." she seems relieved that her new employer is okay. After all, a dead boss can't pay you.
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He chuckles. "Nothing to be sorry about. Just trying to get to know you better. You a fighter?"
"Kinda. More so both spiritually and actually." He chuckles and shows him one of his necklaces which is shaped like a dire wolf "My great grandfather's spirit!"
"I see. Very cool. Fighting spirits, even if you have another spirit to help you, is really hard. Even as a spirit myself I sometimes have trouble."
He chuckles. "Nothing to be sorry about. Just trying to get to know you better. You a fighter?"
"Kinda. More so both spiritually and actually." He chuckles and shows him one of his necklaces which is shaped like a dire wolf "My great grandfather's spirit!"
"I see. Very cool. Fighting spirits, even if you have another spirit to help you, is really hard. Even as a spirit myself I sometimes have trouble."
"Oh no, like what?" He sits down, crisscross applesauce on the ground.
"Hmm.. not really! Very sorry, I don't listen to a lot of music." He shrugs, his muscular figure under all that fluffy fur making itself known.
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
“Sounds like a lot to deal with…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Alix skids to a halt, looking around for the voice before looking towards Reese and smiling "Hey there! How ya doing?" He asks, jogging over
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
"Maam? What happened?" she stands up, grabs her cane, and goes to where saphuno stands
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Riotan hops out of the tree and walks over to him. “Putting fitness first? How admirable…”
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 chuckles. "Nothing to be sorry about. Just trying to get to know you better. You a fighter?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well yeah! I trust my body to do well and so I take care of it!" He chuckles and stands up, bowing "My name is Alix!" His tail wags happily.
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
"Kinda. More so both spiritually and actually." He chuckles and shows him one of his necklaces which is shaped like a dire wolf "My great grandfather's spirit!"
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
“Riotan. Nice to meet you.” He grins.
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 gasps, his tail wagging happily "I would love to! Thank you so much!" He claps his hands.
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
His ears twitch a bit "Where ya from Riotan? Seem like... The jungle? You got that pretty hue to you that you seem like you'd be from there."
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 know it, man." He takes a bite out of his cold food. "Most people would have already written me off by the time I mentioned Hell, but you stayed and listened to me. That's really cool. Name's Marvin. Nice to meet you." He holds out a hand to shake, not insisting, but offering.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oh yeah, if anyone wants an idea of what Alix looks like: https://64.media.tumblr.com/c0be5afaa3a4f9138fe558d099b3a73a/0538654b90f936e2-0b/s1280x1920/7da51e8da1859059c30fe91ae76fa8b6b86b55c6.pnj*
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
"Oh." she seems relieved that her new employer is okay. After all, a dead boss can't pay you.
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"I see. Very cool. Fighting spirits, even if you have another spirit to help you, is really hard. Even as a spirit myself I sometimes have trouble."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh no, like what?" He sits down, crisscross applesauce on the ground.
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 gathers his papers into a rectangular heap and lays his head against it. “You and Damian will make terrific parents, don’t worry.”
“Mut il dath suna.” He growls.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.