Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
"You do know that those don't help us, don't you, Father?" A man says from behind him.
Luciano turns around, raising a brow "Hello my child, how art thou?"
Father Luciano sees a completely skeletonized man, though he's quite sharply dressed, and still has his longe, blonde hair. "Hello, Father." The man says with an air of arrogance. On his back rests a weapons sling containing a crude axe forged from a guitar, and a shot gun. "I'm undead, unfortunately."
"I can see that my son." He chuckles "My eyes have yet to fail me."
"No, I dare not suggest they have. You never told me I had Lingering Will, Father." He says, sitting down on a nearby stump.
"Ahhh, undead because you're magic wills it to be." He tilts his head "Magic works in interesting ways my son, this is a natural way to an unnatural world."
"Where do I go from here, father?..."
"You could continue to live, enjoy that life has allowed you a second chance?" He smiles warmly.
"And how can I do that, Father, knowing that you killed me?"
"I hate to tell you my child, I haven't killed a soul. This life time or the last." He tilts his head.
"Oh... Sorry, I guess things are still kinda fuzzy... Would you pray over me... Please?" he says earnestly.
*Sneaking this in here... ahem...*
Reese is sitting before a fire, watching something metal burn.
Luciano nods and clasps his hands together. Silver arcane sigils begin to glow over his skin.
Alix walks over, sitting down beside her "You alright hon? You smell sad.."
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
"You do know that those don't help us, don't you, Father?" A man says from behind him.
Luciano turns around, raising a brow "Hello my child, how art thou?"
Father Luciano sees a completely skeletonized man, though he's quite sharply dressed, and still has his longe, blonde hair. "Hello, Father." The man says with an air of arrogance. On his back rests a weapons sling containing a crude axe forged from a guitar, and a shot gun. "I'm undead, unfortunately."
"I can see that my son." He chuckles "My eyes have yet to fail me."
"No, I dare not suggest they have. You never told me I had Lingering Will, Father." He says, sitting down on a nearby stump.
"Ahhh, undead because you're magic wills it to be." He tilts his head "Magic works in interesting ways my son, this is a natural way to an unnatural world."
"Where do I go from here, father?..."
"You could continue to live, enjoy that life has allowed you a second chance?" He smiles warmly.
"And how can I do that, Father, knowing that you killed me?"
"I hate to tell you my child, I haven't killed a soul. This life time or the last." He tilts his head.
"Oh... Sorry, I guess things are still kinda fuzzy... Would you pray over me... Please?" he says earnestly.
*Sneaking this in here... ahem...*
Reese is sitting before a fire, watching something metal burn.
Luciano nods and clasps his hands together. Silver arcane sigils begin to glow over his skin.
Alix walks over, sitting down beside her "You alright hon? You smell sad.."
"I made an evil thing. Now i'm getting rid of it." She says, leaning into him.
"You are most welcome my son but I advise you this, do not go around accusing others of being your killer. You may find they will become your enemy if you point fingers." He nods.
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)
"I see. A simple premise, but an interesting one. Do you have any particular plans for it?"
"My plan is to, eventually, transfer my consciousness to it. Other than that, my plans are just to continue as I always have... with nothing able to take it away... for all of time, possibly."
"What a nice dream. You certainly don't deserve something that beautiful. But I've never been in the business of deserving or undeserving. Come to the old workshop. I've got something to show you." In her mind's eye, she can see the yellow hotel that has appeared in the woods, surrounded by flaming automatons made in the image of people she knows; Issac, the Traitor, even the Seer.
"Got it. I'll see you there." And with that, KK begins heading over to the woods where the hotel is.
*I gtg for a little while, but I'll be back to continue this soon.*
The hotel is utterly massive, and surrounded by charred and blackened land. The doors hang open, old, welcome, and nostalgic. Burning machines shamble, walk, skip, dance, and trudge about, each with its own personality and design. Many of them have trapped fey cooking inside of them.
*Aight, I'll wait for you. Thank you for the warning.*
*Alrighty, I'm back once more!*
She looks around with a sense of not-entirely-sane wonder at the automatons as she walks up to the main entrance and, if there's a doorbell or buzzer, rings 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)
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Luciano nods and clasps his hands together. Silver arcane sigils begin to glow over his skin.
Alix walks over, sitting down beside her "You alright hon? You smell sad.."
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
"You are most welcome my son but I advise you this, do not go around accusing others of being your killer. You may find they will become your enemy if you point fingers." He nods.
He nuzzles her "Evil?"
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
"Thank you my son." He bows deeply.
"A gun?" He raises a brow.
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 wakes up a few hours later very hungover and promptly falls out of bed
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
"Ah.. I never liked gun.. always really loud and hurts my ears." His ears lower.
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 mews and then hiccups "stong..."
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
Shade nods and then leans against her. "i dont like it anymore..."
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
*hello*
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)
*hi Fry*
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
*Alrighty, I'm back once more!*
She looks around with a sense of not-entirely-sane wonder at the automatons as she walks up to the main entrance and, if there's a doorbell or buzzer, rings 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)
"the feeling..."
*Reese was loopy after one drink. Shade had 3 and 3/4th of the drink*
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
*hey hey everyone I’m back*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
sup
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)