He takes a defensive stance, although his face turns red. His eyes begin to spark with electricity as he flexes, his muscles bulging. (Rage)
They look at the smoke left behind as the magic begins to stop, they can see that the child’s hand began to come apart to reveal mechanisms that she can assume fire something very dangerous.
They look to them, looking them in the eyes “What do I smell like to you?” He whispers to them.
"feisty." She says, her horns igniting. She dashes in front of him, aiming to miss his ear with a thrust.
"Oh dear..." She says, concerned. "What to do with you?"
"You smell nice, but you didn't smell like this before... it's a friendly smell... makes my heart spin.."
He doesn’t flinch from the barely missing thrust, his lightning filled eyes looking at them, he points to the ground next to her foot, and a bolt lands there.
They then look to themselves, realizes what they almost did, curling up on the ground “S-sorry.”
He tilts his head “Makes your heart spin?” He smiles softly at them before pecking them on the forehead “Does that help?”
"Gotta be quicker than that, stud." She says, dashing aside. "I need to try harder..." She says, pulling some dice out of a pouch.
"You're alright, I just dont know what happened.."
A soft grumble leaves her throat and she puffs out her cheeks. "No... yeah... I dunno!"
He looks like some kind of god of thunder now, he tosses nails on the ground all around him, his voice booming “Are you faster than lightning beautiful?” Like he’s a new man now.
They shakes their head “That h-happens, and I lose myself when it does. I’m so sorry.”
They smiles and curl back up “Good, you’ll have to figure that out for yourself. Let’s just rest for now hmm?”
"No, but I definitely taste better. Mom gave me these, they're fun" She says, tossing the dice at his feet. Each does something different, though all are forms of explosions.
"Well, when I lose myself, I find it best to drink something warm, and read a book..."
"I love you, I think..." She says, almost inaudible, clinging to him a bit tighter.
They quickly dodge back from the flames, slamming their feet into the ground, sending out even more thunderous noise. They begin approaching, every step making lightning strike.
“Do you have any tea left?” He ask, looking up to them.
They look down “You think so? Are you sure?” They hug them tightly back.
*i thought there was gonna be a summoning. You can summon her*
Aeris is in a clearing, reading from the evil book. The words are unintelligible.
Thick, thorny tendrils of vine begin poking through the earth
She begins to chant with more firther in her voice.
*you mean fervor?* The dirt starts to peek away as a body-shaped tangle of vines breaches the surface
*yeah...*
"Arise, I command you!" She says, standing up.
the body tilts forward and the vines unravel, dumping a dead-looking peony on the ground. Her clothes are torn from the thorns and the wound that killed her is still visible in her gut. Her familiar face, though half-obscured by a mat of long tangled red hair, retains her scars, though her eyes are lifeless and glassy. Slowly, she stands up.
"Hello, my love!" She says, tossing the book aside, a bit crazed.
Peony doesn't seem responsive *this zompeony is different from the other. The other was a spectre, and this one is a zombie, so she might be a little more foggy and a little less emotional*
*noted*
"No, no... she has just awoken... I'll try this.." She approaches the corpse, a gentle look in her eyes, "Hello, Peony... how are you feeling right now?"
ZomPeony cocks her head and asks "how am I supposed to feel?" *and most summoned undead only do what their summoner tells them*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*sorry i went on a grocery run we needed butter for the au gratin potatos*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*good idea*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is training with her shortswords, a spinning scaly whirlwind of steel to cut down wooden dummies.
Anna is curled up in the gutter, smoking. The rejected Cultist looks tired beyond belief.
Home is cleaning the house despite not really needing to as it is always clean. He is currently washing blood off his hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Here are the characters the wheel picked.*
Amphitrite is training with her shortswords, a spinning scaly whirlwind of steel to cut down wooden dummies.
Anna is curled up in the gutter, smoking. The rejected Cultist looks tired beyond belief.
Home is cleaning the house despite not really needing to as it is always clean. He is currently washing blood off his hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oh, I'm not sure I showed this before, but Felix's theme:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She looks up, glaring at him from under her stringy brown hair. Dark circles ring her eyes.
Home opens the door and tilts his head "Oh, yo. What's good?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thirteen is researching gods of justice.
Mauric is making frittatas.
Loriche is forging a magic axe.
Riotan is sitting on the side of the road, eating drywall.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They quickly dodge back from the flames, slamming their feet into the ground, sending out even more thunderous noise. They begin approaching, every step making lightning strike.
“Do you have any tea left?” He ask, looking up to them.
They look down “You think so? Are you sure?” They hug them tightly back.
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphrite narrows her large red eyes, slithering over there "Hello Reese, what is that?" She points to the gun.
Anna bares her sharp teeth, looking up from under her stringy brown hair. Darks circles ring her eyes "No. (GP) off lady."
"Why would I?" He says, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
ZomPeony cocks her head and asks "how am I supposed to feel?"
*and most summoned undead only do what their summoner tells them*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Anyone who told you that lied. It’s delicious and slightly tart.” He mumbles through a mouthful of finely composed gypsum.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sorry i went on a grocery run we needed butter for the au gratin potatos*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose