She hands Zeony a change of clothes. "Take a shower, freshen up, change, and then i'll sew your neck."
*cute name* Zeony does as she's told and emerges shortly after, looking like a clean corpse mixed with a mop dipped in cherry cool-aid *can you tell I'm tired?*
*yeah....*
While she's away, Aeris realizes something.. "You need to go back.... this... I shouldn't have done this." She says, pulling her hair.
"Back where?"
"To rest... it was wrong of me to bring you back..."
In a voice not her own, clearly instructions from the book she says "Improbable"
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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.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
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?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
She lashes at him again "You know NOTHING of me!"
"Tired." He shrugs and then raises his hands "Won't come off."
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Riotan screeches, retreating into the alley.
“Oh, where’d that come from?” She buckles the axe onto her back.
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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.
"I heard... you got married... Wish I could have... seen... it..." He reaches for a pocket, only to find nothing. "Gone..."
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Mauric frantically mutters, casting cure wounds again. 10 hit points of damage are healed.
His wounds begin to close. "I... I'm a priest, you know... could've... officiated you... Who did you...? Th-the... lucky pers..." He murmurs, struggling to remain awake.
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'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)
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.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
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?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
She lashes at him again "You know NOTHING of me!"
"Tired." He shrugs and then raises his hands "Won't come off."
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Riotan screeches, retreating into the alley.
“Oh, where’d that come from?” She buckles the axe onto her back.
She sobs quietly and crumples to the ground, bring her knees to her chest.
*rp anyone now that salem's gone? I have Zompeony*
Zompeony is wandering aimlessly
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"I heard... you got married... Wish I could have... seen... it..." He reaches for a pocket, only to find nothing. "Gone..."
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Mauric frantically mutters, casting cure wounds again. 10 hit points of damage are healed.
His wounds begin to close. "I... I'm a priest, you know... could've... officiated you... Who did you...? Th-the... lucky pers..." He murmurs, struggling to remain awake.
“I found a visiting minister… wasn’t easy.” Mauric only has one third level spell slot again, but he heals Felix for 17 hit points of damage.
"No!' She says, tearing herself away from him, speaking in a voice not of her own. Her eyes have glazed over with flames, her horns growing in length. Her fur puffs out, and she grows two feet in height. "You...." She says, eyes narrowing.
"of course." She says, walking away. Shortly after, she returns with another mug, handing it to him.
"I..... uhm.... I..." She says softly, body in a cold-sweat.
He looks to them, putting down his war hammer, his voice that of a god of thunder “Me. I am this vessel’s great blessing, what are you to that vessel?” He puts his hands in his pockets, his hair beginning to rise with more sparks.
They take the mug, their mouth not unhinging this time as he politely sips “T-thank you.”
They then lay their head down, holding them to their chest as they begin rest, softly mewing like a cat.
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.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
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?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
She lashes at him again "You know NOTHING of me!"
"Tired." He shrugs and then raises his hands "Won't come off."
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Riotan screeches, retreating into the alley.
“Oh, where’d that come from?” She buckles the axe onto her back.
She sobs quietly and crumples to the ground, bring her knees to her chest.
*Ah anybody want to roleplay for the little time I have before I am taken by what I do not yet understand? If so, please pick anyone you want, literally anyone.*
*rp anyone now that salem's gone? I have Zompeony*
Zompeony is wandering aimlessly
Thirteen tilts his head, watching their progress. “Odd.”
they wander into a wall, continuing to walk even though the wall
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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.
Riotan walks by her casually.
Loriche knocks on the door with the handle of her magic axe.
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?"
He looks down at her. “You good?”
“Do you think this’ll bust you out?” She asks, lifting the axe slightly.
She bares sharp teeth "Go away (GP)"
He blinks "Maybe?"
“Aw don’t be like that, I’m trying to be empathetic!”
“Cool.” Loriche begins trying to chop through the wall repeatedly.
She pulls out her dagger, stumbling to stand up "I don't need help! Go away!'
Each time she strikes, the wall rebuilds itself in record time before she can get another swing in.
“Hey. Let me guess. There’s someone you relied on a lot who deserted you because of factors you were trying so hard to manage, but it just wasn’t enough.”
“Aww. If I had like twenty axes and twenty me’s I bet it’d work…”
"..." She blinks, tears forming in her eyes. Sadness turns to anger and she rushes forward, aiming for his neck.
Home chuckles "Good try nonetheless."
“Whoa!” Riotan ducks and attempts to dodge her. Internally, he’s glad his reading of her mind was spot-on and he may be able to get her into his newly-forming cult.
“Yeah. So how you doing?”
She lashes at him again "You know NOTHING of me!"
"Tired." He shrugs and then raises his hands "Won't come off."
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Riotan screeches, retreating into the alley.
“Oh, where’d that come from?” She buckles the axe onto her back.
She sobs quietly and crumples to the ground, bring her knees to her chest.
His wounds begin to close. "I... I'm a priest, you know... could've... officiated you... Who did you...? Th-the... lucky pers..." He murmurs, struggling to remain awake.
“I found a visiting minister… wasn’t easy.” Mauric only has one third level spell slot again, but he heals Felix for 5 hit points of damage.
His eye snaps open as he spasms, the healing finally reaching his vitals. His other eye doesn't seem to be in his skull anymore. He stammers. "No, uh, who'd you marry, man? Dude, chick, both, neither, in-between?" He tries to sit up before wincing and slowly loweing back down. "Okay, nope, that won't work, crap. You got a fork or something? I need a focus."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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In a voice not her own, clearly instructions from the book she says "Improbable"
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’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Riotan screeches, retreating into the alley.
“Oh, where’d that come from?” She buckles the axe onto her 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.
His wounds begin to close. "I... I'm a priest, you know... could've... officiated you... Who did you...? Th-the... lucky pers..." He murmurs, struggling to remain awake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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)
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*have a good sleep*
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)
She sobs quietly and crumples to the ground, bring her knees to her chest.
"Don't know. Kinda just showed up." He shrugs.
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
*Baalz has cursed me. I have seven days left to live.*
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
*rp anyone now that salem's gone? I have Zompeony*
Zompeony is wandering aimlessly
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 found a visiting minister… wasn’t easy.” Mauric only has one third level spell slot again, but he heals Felix for 17 hit points of damage.
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 looks to them, putting down his war hammer, his voice that of a god of thunder “Me. I am this vessel’s great blessing, what are you to that vessel?” He puts his hands in his pockets, his hair beginning to rise with more sparks.
They take the mug, their mouth not unhinging this time as he politely sips “T-thank you.”
They then lay their head down, holding them to their chest as they begin rest, softly mewing like a cat.
*Back for a bit.*
*Not today, I have appalachian witchcraft*
S A T O R
A R E P O
T E N E T
O P E R A
R O T A S
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright…” Riotan stoops beside her, speaking comfortingly.
“Okay. You know, I don’t have anything to use this axe for later. You want it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ah anybody want to roleplay for the little time I have before I am taken by what I do not yet understand? If so, please pick anyone you want, literally anyone.*
Thirteen tilts his head, watching their progress. “Odd.”
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 wander into a wall, continuing to walk even though the wall
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)
She snarls "No. It isn't." She grips the blade.
"Sure. Maybe it could finally dice up the guy in the basement." He chuckles.
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
His eye snaps open as he spasms, the healing finally reaching his vitals. His other eye doesn't seem to be in his skull anymore. He stammers. "No, uh, who'd you marry, man? Dude, chick, both, neither, in-between?" He tries to sit up before wincing and slowly loweing back down. "Okay, nope, that won't work, crap. You got a fork or something? I need a focus."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels