Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
*Make an Investigation Check.*
Investigation 21
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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
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard. If anyone looks through the tinted windows they would see her experimenting in her comfortable pajamas.
*If anyone wants one of these.*
KK's wandering and pondering have led her to the laboratory. Hearing something going on inside, she lets her curiosity pull her from her project. She knocks on the laboratory door, if such an entrance can be seen.
Upon hearing the knock at her door the cackling stops, as well as the sound of electricity. Paracelsus walks to her door, opening it and peeking out to see who is there, her chocolate skin and brown eyes soft in the sun, her voice filled with a subtle madness "Hello?"
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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.'
She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
She shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
The Priest thinks thoughtfully. "Well...you should go back to normal.."
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
*ACK- Sorry, Today has been hectic..*
Luciano raises his head, his silvery eyes blinking.
*is all good*
The Priest bows a bit, showing respect.
Luciano smiles warmly and bows back "Hello my son, how art thou today?"
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
*Make an Investigation Check.*
Investigation 16
He can tell a tiny little fan blade in the machine is broken, the blade having cut into the metal.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
*ACK- Sorry, Today has been hectic..*
Luciano raises his head, his silvery eyes blinking.
*is all good*
The Priest bows a bit, showing respect.
Luciano smiles warmly and bows back "Hello my son, how art thou today?"
"Well enough Father." he says softly.
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
*ACK- Sorry, Today has been hectic..*
Luciano raises his head, his silvery eyes blinking.
*is all good*
The Priest bows a bit, showing respect.
Luciano smiles warmly and bows back "Hello my son, how art thou today?"
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Luciano looks up, smiling warmly "Welcome my son, how art thou?"
“Ah, the marvel of English cuisine. Are you from the UK too?”
He nods. "Yeah, born and raised."
“Neat. Technically, my surname is from Cambridgeshire, but I have mostly French and Italian ancestors and I was born in Canada.”
*I made a new character. I'm very happy with him*
Phoenix chuckles as he takes out the gingersnaps. "Sounds like a hodgepodge of ancestry."
*Radical*
“Also a little bit of Armenian… but I digress. ‘Course, that’s more a locative distinction than one of direct ethnic origin… anyway, those look amazing.” He gestures to the biscuits.
*Yeah. He's a priest.*
"Thanks." he says with a smile. "I followed my Nan's recipe to a T."
“Who are they for?”
"My husband.'
“Aw, that’s sweet. I cook for my fiancé a lot too.”
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Luciano looks up, smiling warmly "Welcome my son, how art thou?"
He smiles back at them, bowing deeply "Greetings Father. I am doing well, I should introduce myself. I am Antegrious, Judge of the High Courts of the Celestial realm."
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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.'
“Ah, the marvel of English cuisine. Are you from the UK too?”
He nods. "Yeah, born and raised."
“Neat. Technically, my surname is from Cambridgeshire, but I have mostly French and Italian ancestors and I was born in Canada.”
*I made a new character. I'm very happy with him*
Phoenix chuckles as he takes out the gingersnaps. "Sounds like a hodgepodge of ancestry."
*Radical*
“Also a little bit of Armenian… but I digress. ‘Course, that’s more a locative distinction than one of direct ethnic origin… anyway, those look amazing.” He gestures to the biscuits.
*Yeah. He's a priest.*
"Thanks." he says with a smile. "I followed my Nan's recipe to a T."
“Who are they for?”
"My husband.'
“Aw, that’s sweet. I cook for my fiancé a lot too.”
"When are y'all getting married?"
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
*Make an Investigation Check.*
Investigation 16
He can tell a tiny little fan blade in the machine is broken, the blade having cut into the metal.
(pm?)
He takes a tiny piece of metal out of his pocket and begins to bend it into the shape of the blade
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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
*the several dozen pep rallies I was forced to attend in my high school tenure did nothing but worsen my existing hearing condition. If you can, run.*
“Sorry to disturb. I thought we could perhaps discuss the extraplanar sources of necrotic effects today, but if you’re busy I understand.”
“I have lots of names! None of them important.” He grins. “Call me whatever you like.”
*Same, now that I'm back nothing has changed other than my hearing growing worse.*
She fully opens the door, revealing she isn't in her usual outside plague doctor's outfit, simply in her work pajamas "Oh of course professor, I love a good discussion."
He tilts his head, wiping away the tears "I would prefer to know your name, any of them, but that's fine. Just call me the Jester."
“Alright.” He enters and sets his papers on the table. “So what do you know about the Great Wheel?”
“Call me Rio.”
She pulls out a whiteboard from behind one of the walls, "This is my first hearing of it, so I wouldn't know much,."
"Okay Rio. Why do you look like a snake?"
“Basically, it’s a model of the multiverse consisting of numerous concentric rings and layers.” He takes out a marker and stands, drawing a perfect circle on it.
“Because I am a snake?”
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Luciano looks up, smiling warmly "Welcome my son, how art thou?"
He smiles back at them, bowing deeply "Greetings Father. I am doing well, I should introduce myself. I am Antegrious, Judge of the High Courts of the Celestial realm."
He nods, bowing "Welcome, a pleasure to have one of your kind in my home." He smiles.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
*Make an Investigation Check.*
Investigation 16
He can tell a tiny little fan blade in the machine is broken, the blade having cut into the metal.
(pm?)
He takes a tiny piece of metal out of his pocket and begins to bend it into the shape of the blade
"I came here to cleanse this town of demon and monstrous filth. Is there any sightings of said creatures?"
His brows furrow in concern "My son... Take from an old man who has seen more than his fair share of monster hunters.. hunting them does no good." He says, stepping down from the altar.
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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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Investigation 21
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
Upon hearing the knock at her door the cackling stops, as well as the sound of electricity. Paracelsus walks to her door, opening it and peeking out to see who is there, her chocolate skin and brown eyes soft in the sun, her voice filled with a subtle madness "Hello?"
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.)
The Priest thinks thoughtfully. "Well...you should go back to normal.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Luciano smiles warmly and bows back "Hello my son, how art thou today?"
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
He can tell a tiny little fan blade in the machine is broken, the blade having cut into the metal.
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
"Well enough Father." he says softly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
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 nods "That is good to hear." He says.
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
Luciano looks up, smiling warmly "Welcome my son, how art thou?"
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
“Aw, that’s sweet. I cook for my fiancé a lot too.”
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 smiles back at them, bowing deeply "Greetings Father. I am doing well, I should introduce myself. I am Antegrious, Judge of the High Courts of the Celestial realm."
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 nods. "I have a question for you, Father."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"When are y'all getting married?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(pm?)
He takes a tiny piece of metal out of his pocket and begins to bend it into the shape of the blade
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
“Basically, it’s a model of the multiverse consisting of numerous concentric rings and layers.” He takes out a marker and stands, drawing a perfect circle on it.
“Because I am a snake?”
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 nods, bowing "Welcome, a pleasure to have one of your kind in my home." He smiles.
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
He nods, closing his notebook.
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
Henry watches quietly.
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 came here to cleanse this town of demon and monstrous filth. Is there any sightings of said creatures?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His brows furrow in concern "My son... Take from an old man who has seen more than his fair share of monster hunters.. hunting them does no good." He says, stepping down from the altar.
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