Tyrone takes this in stride. "Maybe you should introduce me to your friends since, as you said, I'll be here for a while."
"Well, the house has been summoning them in but I constantly try to get rid of them in there but it keeps bringing them back so that's my own personal hell." He sighs "One of them speaks but apparently not right now." He huffs.
"I'm fine with that. It's kind of cool, actually."
He gives a thumbs up "Well then, that's it besides the hole. The hole gets rid of things but other than that.." he shrugs and sits on the floor "Welp, have fun out there man. I believe in you." He nods
"Yes. You have more potential than I do... but your maximum power is far below mine. It just so happens that you have more room to grow. If I wanted to snuff you out, I doubt it would be much issue at the moment."
"I see.." His thoughts are disjointed at the knowledge that he has encountered such a powerful entity, a shame to him. "So, tell me what to avoid, and i'll gratefully stay out of your way, if you, mine... friend."
"All I want is for you to avoid the low-level, constantly buzzing psychic stress you're causing to the populace. You are acting as a dangerous disease, and are going to cause an immune response. I lurk in the Zeitgeist, the collective mindscape of all these people. I've studied the psyche for decades, and what I've found is that beings like us must be careful to avoid causing mass panic. Slow, deliberate disturbances build up faster. Imagine very slowly grinding down the walls of a glass that is filling with water. When it spills, there will be a lot of water in there. What I want you to do instead is to take out your destructive urges in big events. Imagine smashing the glass with a hammer. You'll cause more harm that way, but there will be less total hysteria to flood out."
"I'm fine with that. It's kind of cool, actually."
He gives a thumbs up "Well then, that's it besides the hole. The hole gets rid of things but other than that.." he shrugs and sits on the floor "Welp, have fun out there man. I believe in you." He nods
"Awesome. Well, I believe in you too. I'm going to go get a job so I can get some Batman comics. Have fun with your basement friends." It does a peace sign and disappears into the dream world.
"All I want is for you to avoid the low-level, constantly buzzing psychic stress you're causing to the populace. You are acting as a dangerous disease, and are going to cause an immune response. I lurk in the Zeitgeist, the collective mindscape of all these people. I've studied the psyche for decades, and what I've found is that beings like us must be careful to avoid causing mass panic. Slow, deliberate disturbances build up faster. Imagine very slowly grinding down the walls of a glass that is filling with water. When it spills, there will be a lot of water in there. What I want you to do instead is to take out your destructive urges in big events. Imagine smashing the glass with a hammer. You'll cause more harm that way, but there will be less total hysteria to flood out."
"I understand. Be an occasional, but massive threat. Not a constant one, correct?"
"Exactly. You're welcome to burn down orphanages and crush puppies with monster trucks, but make sure it's obvious. Shock, not anxiety. You're a quick learner. I'd better stay away from you so you don't steal my moves."
"Exactly. You're welcome to burn down orphanages and crush puppies with monster trucks, but make sure it's obvious. Shock, not anxiety. You're a quick learner. I'd better stay away from you so you don't steal my moves."
"It'd be a good choice to make sure I don't catch a whiff of you, lest I bother you relentlesly." he chuckles softly. "Thank you for the tip, my friend."
"You're welcome. If you want to return the favor, root out anyone who happens to not know my advice. Do what you want with them. That will be all for now, little nightmare."
"You're welcome. If you want to return the favor, root out anyone who happens to not know my advice. Do what you want with them. That will be all for now, little nightmare."
"Will I earn a proper name?..." he says with hope, biting his lip.
"Why not? I'll even let you borrow one I have on the shelf. Let me see... how about Xavier? Seems appropriate enough, given your position."
"Now, I have work to do. I'll be watching. Hopefully the popcorn machine will be finished in time."
*I really wish I knew what you were talking about. I've never played Kingdom Hearts.*
He sighs, ears flattening. "I want popcorn!..."
*People with X in their name are marked as organization XIII members, and are practically a vessel for destruction and mayhem, in order to gather enough hearts to open Kingdom Hearts. Most X marked aren't even part of the organization members, just simply tracked. they can even track people who wear an X as a sigil*
"It's not done yet."
*Neat. I'm gonna disappear for a bit to watch church.*
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, he is talking to one of the bodies as it writhes around. "Listen man, you gotta be chill. He's cool, maybe he'll be our friend. I don't want to have to start another fire to get rid of you for real this time but, knowing you, you'll be back again to torment me." He sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy brown hair "It's really annoying honestly, can't have a good day anymore because of you." He stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets "Everyday gets better, just gotta keep that mantra in my head."
Father Luciano is meditating in the temple. He seems really focused to the point he doesn't realize that items around him are begining to levitate.
The Flesh Son is sharpening his shears, still thinking about his conversation with KK and how many things he doesn't know still.
He gives a thumbs up "Well then, that's it besides the hole. The hole gets rid of things but other than that.." he shrugs and sits on the floor "Welp, have fun out there man. I believe in you." He nods
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
"All I want is for you to avoid the low-level, constantly buzzing psychic stress you're causing to the populace. You are acting as a dangerous disease, and are going to cause an immune response. I lurk in the Zeitgeist, the collective mindscape of all these people. I've studied the psyche for decades, and what I've found is that beings like us must be careful to avoid causing mass panic. Slow, deliberate disturbances build up faster. Imagine very slowly grinding down the walls of a glass that is filling with water. When it spills, there will be a lot of water in there. What I want you to do instead is to take out your destructive urges in big events. Imagine smashing the glass with a hammer. You'll cause more harm that way, but there will be less total hysteria to flood out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Awesome. Well, I believe in you too. I'm going to go get a job so I can get some Batman comics. Have fun with your basement friends." It does a peace sign and disappears into the dream world.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Exactly. You're welcome to burn down orphanages and crush puppies with monster trucks, but make sure it's obvious. Shock, not anxiety. You're a quick learner. I'd better stay away from you so you don't steal my moves."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're welcome. If you want to return the favor, root out anyone who happens to not know my advice. Do what you want with them. That will be all for now, little nightmare."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why not? I'll even let you borrow one I have on the shelf. Let me see... how about Xavier? Seems appropriate enough, given your position."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everyone, I’m alive I guess, but with how sick I am, it’s almost hard to tell. Does anyone want to rp? Help me get my mind off the pain I’m in?*
*I'm working on a cowboy right now, but I can probably RP.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Now, I have work to do. I'll be watching. Hopefully the popcorn machine will be finished in time."
*I really wish I knew what you were talking about. I've never played Kingdom Hearts.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It's not done yet."
*Neat. I'm gonna disappear for a bit to watch church.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, he is talking to one of the bodies as it writhes around. "Listen man, you gotta be chill. He's cool, maybe he'll be our friend. I don't want to have to start another fire to get rid of you for real this time but, knowing you, you'll be back again to torment me." He sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy brown hair "It's really annoying honestly, can't have a good day anymore because of you." He stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets "Everyday gets better, just gotta keep that mantra in my head."
Father Luciano is meditating in the temple. He seems really focused to the point he doesn't realize that items around him are begining to levitate.
The Flesh Son is sharpening his shears, still thinking about his conversation with KK and how many things he doesn't know still.
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
*Curious George solos all of Dragon Ball*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.