She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
Mauric is sweeping the hallway, getting rid of phase spider cobwebs.
Damian sprints over, and when he tries to stop he falls on his face, saying “Mauric! Mauric! OOF!” He stands up slowly, calming down “Mauric I have a kid, and they’re beautiful.” He seek with the pride of a new father.
He shrugs, pretty surprised himself “Perks of marrying a rabbit woman I guess?!” He takes out a picture of the child, white and black spots all over, two demonic ram horns peaking out of their head.
Mauric smiles at the image. “How’s Saphuno doing?”
He smiles almost wider “She’s doing great, almost unexpectedly well, but I can’t feel anything but happy that she’s fine.” He puts the image back.
“That’s great. Where are they right now?”
“They’re at the counter of the kitchen, both are just eating what I made.”
Stroth continually teleports away from the cat, trying to get as far away as possible.
"I hope you're right"
It follows her everytime she does
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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
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
She sighs, rubbing her temples "I am not your wife, I am not like you wife. But if you want to make your wife happy, don't kill anybody!"
The radio seems to be normal now, but she hears the noise in her head. "Welcome to TRAUMA FM, the only station that gives highly targeted premonitions of doom and reminds you that Jeremiah does not recognize the faces out the window, even if he thinks he does! That last song was for you, Kiko, to understand my personal investment in your glorious crusade to find a new body for yourself! The mortal form has many flaws, and I should know, I used to have one!" The voice sounds like a weirdly charismatic severe weather alert, the same voice that was singing the best it could a minute ago.
She seems initially surprised, but replies to the radio channel in her head. Her response can't be externally heard, though her new radio antennae occasionally twitch and adjust their position- she's moreso thinking with radio waves than speaking.
"As have I! Something tells me we're gonna get along just swell! Say, since it looks like we're gonna be cohosts or something similar for a while, I'd like to know your name. You know, get to know you a bit."
"Wonderful idea! My human name was Wallace Bucket, but I virtually never used it. Wallace died when he was forgotten, and I died twice after. It's a wonderful afterlife, wouldn't you say? Hey, here's a little trick I can do..."
Suddenly, she feels the radio waves flowing through her. She can feel everything within 1 mile of a random radio-wave-based device. Well, not feel, but there is no sense that mortals have that even resembles it. It begins to switch between different radios, and she can tell that this entity has had a long time to spy on people. "We can only use this for a short while during the day, so we should only use it when we need to. It is a preventative measure, to keep various monsters away from us and others. At night, we can use it whenever we need to."
"I see- that's a very handy tool, I imagine. It's always good to check in with the fans every so often. Speaking of which, do you know anywhere we could use to set up our local branch of the station? You know, a base of operations of sorts?"
To everyone else in the Inn (well, except maybe Charlie), Kiko is just standing in silence. Traitor seems somewhat confused, but doesn't comment on it.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Speaking of our beloved Jester, we have a special message for him. Our special guest, who, as mentioned before, will not be appearing on tonight's broadcast, has decided to give him an early warning, which, of course, is why you tune in, isn't it, Jester? To listen to others' lives in danger? You should have expected this. We all expected this."
The possession looks at the radio with no surprise at all, cackling only more and more as they take the lute, the tavern suddenly growing silent as they begin to play something deadly, the heartbeats of every patron able to be heard, slowing with the beat of the lute, until he stops playing. Some of the patrons slump over dead, the mask smiles, and the Jester leaves the tavern.
As he leaves, he can feel the presence of eyes on him.
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
She sighs, rubbing her temples "I am not your wife, I am not like you wife. But if you want to make your wife happy, don't kill anybody!"
"Good." She huffs and hugs his neck.
“If I killed people before I would have my wife with me. You aren’t my wife, but you are more like my wife than you know.” He begins to walk away, the steps he takes hard to follow.
He refills his flask, giving it to her, “Do you need anything from me? If I can give you anything at all.”
"Speaking of our beloved Jester, we have a special message for him. Our special guest, who, as mentioned before, will not be appearing on tonight's broadcast, has decided to give him an early warning, which, of course, is why you tune in, isn't it, Jester? To listen to others' lives in danger? You should have expected this. We all expected this."
The possession looks at the radio with no surprise at all, cackling only more and more as they take the lute, the tavern suddenly growing silent as they begin to play something deadly, the heartbeats of every patron able to be heard, slowing with the beat of the lute, until he stops playing. Some of the patrons slump over dead, the mask smiles, and the Jester leaves the tavern.
As he leaves, he can feel the presence of eyes on him.
He cackles one last time “Come and find me then.” And then the Jester collapses into unconscious, back in control of his body.
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
She sighs, rubbing her temples "I am not your wife, I am not like you wife. But if you want to make your wife happy, don't kill anybody!"
"Good." She huffs and hugs his neck.
“If I killed people before I would have my wife with me. You aren’t my wife, but you are more like my wife than you know.” He begins to walk away, the steps he takes hard to follow.
He refills his flask, giving it to her, “Do you need anything from me? If I can give you anything at all.”
She runs her hand through her hair, hyperventilating a little. She leaves back and forth, caught up on her own morals and such.
She raises a brow "Not to sound rude but why would I need anything. I got you."
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
*for Luna*
Xan sighs and hugs him "It's okay."
Stroth continually teleports away from the cat, trying to get as far away as possible.
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
Shade downs several more starting to hiccup
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Oooooo, yes! Sounds fun :D*
*Who's the new character?*
“They’re at the counter of the kitchen, both are just eating what I made.”
"I hope you're right"
It follows her everytime she does
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 sighs, rubbing her temples "I am not your wife, I am not like you wife. But if you want to make your wife happy, don't kill anybody!"
"Good." She huffs and hugs his neck.
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 see- that's a very handy tool, I imagine. It's always good to check in with the fans every so often. Speaking of which, do you know anywhere we could use to set up our local branch of the station? You know, a base of operations of sorts?"
To everyone else in the Inn (well, except maybe Charlie), Kiko is just standing in silence. Traitor seems somewhat confused, but doesn't comment on it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
As he leaves, he can feel the presence of eyes on him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*He is a Lich who is both a wandering teacher. He was a bishop of the old faith where he worshipped the god of Life and Death.*
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
“If I killed people before I would have my wife with me. You aren’t my wife, but you are more like my wife than you know.” He begins to walk away, the steps he takes hard to follow.
He refills his flask, giving it to her, “Do you need anything from me? If I can give you anything at all.”
Stroth chuckles "Weaaaak."
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, I know I am.' he grins.
"LEAVE ME ALONE-"
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
Shade pokes Stroth's stomach giggling
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He cackles one last time “Come and find me then.” And then the Jester collapses into unconscious, back in control of his body.
*Cult of the lamb? :3*
She runs her hand through her hair, hyperventilating a little. She leaves back and forth, caught up on her own morals and such.
She raises a brow "Not to sound rude but why would I need anything. I got you."
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
Shade finds that she is able to stick her hand right through Stroth as if she was liquid.
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
*Not really, more so based around druidic faith and Venca.*
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