"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.
Mauric shakes his hand. “No problem. I’m Mauric Tabrahain. The custodian here.”
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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.
"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.
"A lot of people try to get in on it. They think because I'm the King of Spectres or something that I'm automatically a bad guy. But your morality is based on your actions and intent at the moment, not who you are as a person. So really, I only fight when I know I'll be the good guy. The issue is that if I miss, it causes a lot of collateral damage, and I only want to kill the Spectre I'm hunting. Cause they can just come back after they die. People are a bit different. It's a big shock to be sent to the afterlife when you were just doing good a moment ago."
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)
"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.
She returns, her breathing easened. "I cant wait to get this kid outta me...Anyway, you start tommorow. I shouldn't need you till around 11. Sound good?"
"Great, maam!"
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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)
"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.
Mauric shakes his hand. “No problem. I’m Mauric Tabrahain. The custodian here.”
"Heh. You must get stories like mine all the time. Big man with a big gun who thought he could rule the world, but found out he ain't so big after all. Of course, most people learn in different ways than I did."
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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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*Aw, I can't access Tumblr anymore. That's sad.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He follows after, sitting down across from her. He looks excited but also a little nervous, trying to smooth down stray flood and fix his necklaces.
*Also, if you want. This was my idea of how he looks: 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
“No… a bit farther south than that, I’d say. A small, foggy little country, but it raised me well.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Want me to post it in a Google doc?*
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
*i am not going on tumblr today or any other day*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric shakes his hand. “No problem. I’m Mauric Tabrahain. The custodian here.”
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 "Still! Pretty colors."
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
"Okay!" He chirps, fixing his hair, trying to push it back but failing at it poofs back up
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
"A lot of people try to get in on it. They think because I'm the King of Spectres or something that I'm automatically a bad guy. But your morality is based on your actions and intent at the moment, not who you are as a person. So really, I only fight when I know I'll be the good guy. The issue is that if I miss, it causes a lot of collateral damage, and I only want to kill the Spectre I'm hunting. Cause they can just come back after they die. People are a bit different. It's a big shock to be sent to the afterlife when you were just doing good a moment ago."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeah, my reply's on the other page*
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)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cRGFF4iUnQXNWIYdpC8G2vcn_6O3lCM3I4NKttmqPp4/edit?usp=drivesdk
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
"Great, maam!"
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)
"Heh. You must get stories like mine all the time. Big man with a big gun who thought he could rule the world, but found out he ain't so big after all. Of course, most people learn in different ways than I did."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels