The Hunter wipes his own hand on his apron before shaking Damian's. "Cursebutcher. Nice to meet you, Damian." There's a hint of bitterness when he says his own name, as though it were the name of someone he disliked. The resentment near-instantly fades though, making the second sentence sound strange given that it is clearly sincere, but people don't usually switch emotional states at that speed. He smiles gently.
Damian's hand carries a little dad strength, shaking theirs firmly. He smiles with his own sharp teeth "That's a name I haven't yet heard, doesn't sound like it gets you a lot of friends. Ever thought of getting a nickname?" He leans on the counter, looking him up and down "You would probably be a Tom, maybe a Borus. Definitely not a George." He rubs his chin, moving his dreads out of his face.
"I have an actual name, but it's... worse. Not on a fundamental level, but my family has been hated for the past century." As he speaks, Damian sees that Curse's teeth are normal again. "Of course, there are reasons for that, but it's still not nice."
*Sorry for the delay, I'm getting ready to go to the dentist.*
The Hand of God members are in the hideout, talking to eachother quietly
Theren is in the library, unconscious while sitting in a summoning circle. Sigils are drawn onto his skin, a few are smudged and the area around them burned.
Phoenix is in the woods in his military gear, rifle in hand. He is stalking mercenaries that are talking to eachother.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
They are suddenly sitting in a bar, Thane taking a seat at the counter as another version of himself serves them drinks, the storm outside growing more and more distant, this place some kind of respite from it all. He downs a drink, the cup filling back up to full "Why would you do that? What do you get out of all this?"
“A follower. Demons love having followers.” This whole time, Riotan has never broken eye contact with Thane.
"Doesn't seem worth the effort, but that's what they wanted too." He hands them a drink, "Fix my curse and I'll consider it."
Riotan takes a short swig. “There’s another reason. I sincerely want to help mortals live the way they should. For we were not made as cowering, fearful, abiding beings. We are all meant to live as the true world dictates, not as invisible laws and meaningless words dictate.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The Hunter wipes his own hand on his apron before shaking Damian's. "Cursebutcher. Nice to meet you, Damian." There's a hint of bitterness when he says his own name, as though it were the name of someone he disliked. The resentment near-instantly fades though, making the second sentence sound strange given that it is clearly sincere, but people don't usually switch emotional states at that speed. He smiles gently.
Damian's hand carries a little dad strength, shaking theirs firmly. He smiles with his own sharp teeth "That's a name I haven't yet heard, doesn't sound like it gets you a lot of friends. Ever thought of getting a nickname?" He leans on the counter, looking him up and down "You would probably be a Tom, maybe a Borus. Definitely not a George." He rubs his chin, moving his dreads out of his face.
"I have an actual name, but it's... worse. Not on a fundamental level, but my family has been hated for the past century." As he speaks, Damian sees that Curse's teeth are normal again. "Of course, there are reasons for that, but it's still not nice."
*Sorry for the delay, I'm getting ready to go to the dentist.*
"Oh don't worry about being hated here. We've got demons and monsters with the worst of the worst. I wouldn't guarantee that you'd be hated here, especially considering I can just feel that you're trying to be a good guy." He grins, washing his hands "But maybe my intuition is wrong. You tell me."
*It's good man.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The Hand of God members are in the hideout, talking to eachother quietly
Theren is in the library, unconscious while sitting in a summoning circle. Sigils are drawn onto his skin, a few are smudged and the area around them burned.
Phoenix is in the woods in his military gear, rifle in hand. He is stalking mercenaries that are talking to eachother.
Thirteen enters and tries to shake him awake.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The Hand of God members are in the hideout, talking to eachother quietly
Theren is in the library, unconscious while sitting in a summoning circle. Sigils are drawn onto his skin, a few are smudged and the area around them burned.
Phoenix is in the woods in his military gear, rifle in hand. He is stalking mercenaries that are talking to eachother.
Thirteen enters and tries to shake him awake.
His body feels cold...too cold
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I have an actual name, but it's... worse. Not on a fundamental level, but my family has been hated for the past century." As he speaks, Damian sees that Curse's teeth are normal again. "Of course, there are reasons for that, but it's still not nice."
*Sorry for the delay, I'm getting ready to go to the dentist.*
"Oh don't worry about being hated here. We've got demons and monsters with the worst of the worst. I wouldn't guarantee that you'd be hated here, especially considering I can just feel that you're trying to be a good guy." He grins, washing his hands "But maybe my intuition is wrong. You tell me."
*It's good man.*
"Porter Sinclair."
The Sinclair family was known for making deals with some of the worst creatures in the multiverse, sacrificing entire towns and even a city at one point. They owned a meat-packing company, and the firstborn son of the family, a 14-year-old boy named Porter, had died in a "tragic" accident where he passed out from the poor ventilation and overwork and fell into the processing vats. They say he haunts the land, a murderous, demonically corrupted butcher who executes hapless fools and feeds on their flesh.
The Hand of God members are in the hideout, talking to eachother quietly
Theren is in the library, unconscious while sitting in a summoning circle. Sigils are drawn onto his skin, a few are smudged and the area around them burned.
Phoenix is in the woods in his military gear, rifle in hand. He is stalking mercenaries that are talking to eachother.
Thirteen enters and tries to shake him awake.
His body feels cold...too cold
“Oh come on now… wake up…” He mutters, trying to open one of Theren’s eyes to examine his pupils.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
They are suddenly sitting in a bar, Thane taking a seat at the counter as another version of himself serves them drinks, the storm outside growing more and more distant, this place some kind of respite from it all. He downs a drink, the cup filling back up to full "Why would you do that? What do you get out of all this?"
“A follower. Demons love having followers.” This whole time, Riotan has never broken eye contact with Thane.
"Doesn't seem worth the effort, but that's what they wanted too." He hands them a drink, "Fix my curse and I'll consider it."
Riotan takes a short swig. “There’s another reason. I sincerely want to help mortals live the way they should. For we were not made as cowering, fearful, abiding beings. We are all meant to live as the true world dictates, not as invisible laws and meaningless words dictate.”
He shakes his head "Don't say we. We are not the same, and I doubt you're telling the truth." He laughs heartily, the end sounding a little sowerful "Just like with the boss." He bums his chest with the glass "You're like him, and that means I like you. Fine, if you can fix my curse, I'll join your gang or whatever."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The Hand of God members are in the hideout, talking to eachother quietly
Theren is in the library, unconscious while sitting in a summoning circle. Sigils are drawn onto his skin, a few are smudged and the area around them burned.
Phoenix is in the woods in his military gear, rifle in hand. He is stalking mercenaries that are talking to eachother.
Thirteen enters and tries to shake him awake.
His body feels cold...too cold
“Oh come on now… wake up…” He mutters, trying to open one of Theren’s eyes to examine his pupils.
He easily opens it and sees one eye is milky and blinded while the other has a starburst pattern in it
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I have an actual name, but it's... worse. Not on a fundamental level, but my family has been hated for the past century." As he speaks, Damian sees that Curse's teeth are normal again. "Of course, there are reasons for that, but it's still not nice."
*Sorry for the delay, I'm getting ready to go to the dentist.*
"Oh don't worry about being hated here. We've got demons and monsters with the worst of the worst. I wouldn't guarantee that you'd be hated here, especially considering I can just feel that you're trying to be a good guy." He grins, washing his hands "But maybe my intuition is wrong. You tell me."
*It's good man.*
"Porter Sinclair."
The Sinclair family was known for making deals with some of the worst creatures in the multiverse, sacrificing entire towns and even a city at one point. They owned a meat-packing company, and the firstborn son of the family, a 14-year-old boy named Porter, had died in a "tragic" accident where he passed out from the poor ventilation and overwork and fell into the processing vats. They say he haunts the land, a murderous, demonically corrupted butcher who executes hapless fools and feeds on their flesh.
"It's a bad name."
He raises an eyebrow when he hears the name "Oh, one of the Sinclair family." He taps the counter with a nail for a moment, thinking of something to say, eventually coming up with something "Hmm, I doubt you're here to kill us all, considering the kind of people who exist here. An exception to the rule." He smiles "That's what you are, the exception."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
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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)
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
She can see Phoenix is his fully military gear stalking some mercenaries. In his hand is a silenced rifle.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
She can see Phoenix is his fully military gear stalking some mercenaries. In his hand is a silenced rifle.
She drifts closer to watch, but doesn't interfere or reveal herself- not yet, anyway.
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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)
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*Oh heck naw*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I have an actual name, but it's... worse. Not on a fundamental level, but my family has been hated for the past century." As he speaks, Damian sees that Curse's teeth are normal again. "Of course, there are reasons for that, but it's still not nice."
*Sorry for the delay, I'm getting ready to go to the dentist.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hoi!*
*Oh but mushroom salad. It would be a mega powerup.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Anywhoozle. Characters*
The Hand of God members are in the hideout, talking to eachother quietly
Theren is in the library, unconscious while sitting in a summoning circle. Sigils are drawn onto his skin, a few are smudged and the area around them burned.
Phoenix is in the woods in his military gear, rifle in hand. He is stalking mercenaries that are talking to eachother.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Riotan takes a short swig. “There’s another reason. I sincerely want to help mortals live the way they should. For we were not made as cowering, fearful, abiding beings. We are all meant to live as the true world dictates, not as invisible laws and meaningless words dictate.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Oh don't worry about being hated here. We've got demons and monsters with the worst of the worst. I wouldn't guarantee that you'd be hated here, especially considering I can just feel that you're trying to be a good guy." He grins, washing his hands "But maybe my intuition is wrong. You tell me."
*It's good man.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I mean it’s better than wooden hammers*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Thirteen enters and tries to shake him awake.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
His body feels cold...too cold
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Porter Sinclair."
The Sinclair family was known for making deals with some of the worst creatures in the multiverse, sacrificing entire towns and even a city at one point. They owned a meat-packing company, and the firstborn son of the family, a 14-year-old boy named Porter, had died in a "tragic" accident where he passed out from the poor ventilation and overwork and fell into the processing vats. They say he haunts the land, a murderous, demonically corrupted butcher who executes hapless fools and feeds on their flesh.
"It's a bad name."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh come on now… wake up…” He mutters, trying to open one of Theren’s eyes to examine his pupils.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I'll be back after my dentist appointment.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shakes his head "Don't say we. We are not the same, and I doubt you're telling the truth." He laughs heartily, the end sounding a little sowerful "Just like with the boss." He bums his chest with the glass "You're like him, and that means I like you. Fine, if you can fix my curse, I'll join your gang or whatever."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He easily opens it and sees one eye is milky and blinded while the other has a starburst pattern in it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He raises an eyebrow when he hears the name "Oh, one of the Sinclair family." He taps the counter with a nail for a moment, thinking of something to say, eventually coming up with something "Hmm, I doubt you're here to kill us all, considering the kind of people who exist here. An exception to the rule." He smiles "That's what you are, the exception."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good morning, everyone!*
Traitor is trying to carve a small figurine out of wood using her claws.
KK is continuing her work at her studio. Her voice can be heard on the radio, reading out advertisements and chatting with TRAUMA - FM's other host during intermissions.
The Seer is at the Manor's ruins, scheming. Her corruption continues to spread throughout the forest.
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)
She can see Phoenix is his fully military gear stalking some mercenaries. In his hand is a silenced rifle.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She drifts closer to watch, but doesn't interfere or reveal herself- not yet, anyway.
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)