He nods slowly "Oh. Okay. Who would you like to contact?"
He looks very worried, adjusting his bowler hat as it consistently tilts "No. Bad. Very. Very. Bad."
“Uhhhh…. his name’s Felix, I don’t know his last name… he’s a strugel, I think he’s 45, he’s a chef… he’s from, uh, Honkachu… is that enough information?”
“You underestimate me. I can kill just about anyone. I could blow your brains out with no effort.”
He nods slowly, blinking each eye individually "Hmm, mkay. Is he dead or alive? How long would you like to speak with them?"
"I... know... but the sisters. They are different. They... they will kill everyone Sparrow cares about."
“Alive… and uh, 15 minutes?”
“…” Riotan realizes what this means. “Great. So I gotta do something ‘good’ then, don’t I?”
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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.
Inside the dimly lit tavern, the soft notes of a piano waft through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation from the patrons. Samaritan reclines in a sturdy chair by the piano, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixated on the musician at the keys. The player, a human male, presents a peculiar sight—his body is a patchwork of mismatched flesh, sewn together in a way that hints at a troubled past.
His short brown hair, styled in a mock mohawk, draws attention to his defined, square jaw, which is adorned with a light stubble that gives him a rugged appearance. A brand, burnt into his skin, decorates the back of his neck, unmistakably bearing the infernal symbol of Gluttony, a mark of his dark history.
Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and a tailored black vest, paired with sleek black dress pants, he exudes an odd blend of sophistication and rawness. His fingers glide over the piano keys with practiced precision, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Though his movements are somewhat rigid, he immerses himself in the music, singing softly to both himself and Samaritan, filling the tavern with an atmosphere that is at once enchanting and unsettling.
"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime, Don't wanna give you all my pieces, Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, Don't wanna give you all my demons. You'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away but tonight I'll need you to stay."
Samaritan chuckles, stubbing out the cigar on the bottom of his boot "Getting used to the new body huh? Good to hear you speak at least William." he nods. William chuckles "I'm trying at least, the body still has a bit of rigor mortis but nothing bad."
Riotan wanders into the inn, looking for something to distract him.
Samaritan looks up from William and narrows his eyes at Riotan.
“Hiiiiiii~” Riotan says, leaning to the side and waving energetically.
Samaritan rolls his eyes, ignoring him. William looks over and raises a brow "Oh, hi Rio."
“Hi? I don’t believe we’ve met. Were you one of those guys from a week ago? Because if so, that was nothing more than what it seemed to be, and I regret any lingering feelings that may have resulted.”
"Ah right, new body." he shrugs and stands up, smoothing out the front of his vest "William but I suppose that name belongs to my old body." He smiles.
“This would be a great time for a new name. Or a complete redefinition of yourself! The possibilities are limitless.”
He laughs lightly "However my creativity has always lied in food rather than in words."
“Well I have some good names. Cadmus, Joaquin, Flora, Langley, Rebecca, ‘); DROP TABLE Names;——, Raquel… The possibilities are limitless!”
"Mn.. Perhaps I should figure it out on my own slowly. Find something special that fits me?" He tilts his head and nods "Thank you nonetheless."
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Rio nods and turns to Samaritan. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Samaritan folds his arms "Mn, yes. This is my protege, trained him with every bit of knowledge."
“I personally wouldn’t trust anyone with ALL my knowledge, but then again I’ve never really trusted anybody to begin with. So you’re like a culinary devil?”
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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.
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Loriche is making her way through the ruins, looking for cool crap.
He hears a faint voice somewhere behind him, yet seemingly all around him. It sounds like Mauric’s voice.
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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.
Rio nods and turns to Samaritan. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Samaritan folds his arms "Mn, yes. This is my protege, trained him with every bit of knowledge."
“I personally wouldn’t trust anyone with ALL my knowledge, but then again I’ve never really trusted anybody to begin with. So you’re like a culinary devil?”
"Something of the sort. I would like to think of myself of the best chef of all time and space but my husband might have to take that title." He huffs.
Rio nods and turns to Samaritan. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Samaritan folds his arms "Mn, yes. This is my protege, trained him with every bit of knowledge."
“I personally wouldn’t trust anyone with ALL my knowledge, but then again I’ve never really trusted anybody to begin with. So you’re like a culinary devil?”
"Something of the sort. I would like to think of myself of the best chef of all time and space but my husband might have to take that title." He huffs.
Rio looks disappointed again for some reason. “So you’re a chef? Then name every food.”
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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.
Rio nods and turns to Samaritan. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Samaritan folds his arms "Mn, yes. This is my protege, trained him with every bit of knowledge."
“I personally wouldn’t trust anyone with ALL my knowledge, but then again I’ve never really trusted anybody to begin with. So you’re like a culinary devil?”
"Something of the sort. I would like to think of myself of the best chef of all time and space but my husband might have to take that title." He huffs.
Rio looks disappointed again for some reason. “So you’re a chef? Then name every food.”
"I'll start with your head boiled in a pot. Actually I should just show you." Samaritan stands up and brandishes his knife.
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
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Loriche is making her way through the ruins, looking for cool crap.
He hears a faint voice somewhere behind him, yet seemingly all around him. It sounds like Mauric’s voice.
She hears him talking to himself. "Oh, by the lords... will I ever be rid of you? All of you, you've forgotten... yet you haunt me. In my restless dreams... I see your faces."
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
“Alive… and uh, 15 minutes?”
“…” Riotan realizes what this means. “Great. So I gotta do something ‘good’ then, don’t I?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mn.. Perhaps I should figure it out on my own slowly. Find something special that fits me?" He tilts his head and nods "Thank you nonetheless."
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
*wendicut*
Rio nods and turns to Samaritan. “Fancy meeting you here!”
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 taps some keys on his computer "Mkay, direct telepathy?"
He nods slowly "You... you don't 'have' to. Y-you could say you're just killing rival demons." He politely suggests.
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.)
Samaritan folds his arms "Mn, yes. This is my protege, trained him with every bit of knowledge."
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
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Y-yes…”
“Ah yes, perfect rationalization!” Riotan looks happy once more, but only for a moment. “Though… this may… ah, never mind.”
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 personally wouldn’t trust anyone with ALL my knowledge, but then again I’ve never really trusted anybody to begin with. So you’re like a culinary devil?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche is making her way through the ruins, looking for cool crap.
He hears a faint voice somewhere behind him, yet seemingly all around him. It sounds like Mauric’s voice.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Something of the sort. I would like to think of myself of the best chef of all time and space but my husband might have to take that title." He huffs.
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, handing him a stone "This will do the trick. Payment?"
He frowns, adjusting his bowler hat "T-tryin' my best new boss, Riotan." Blood leaks from his nose, eyes, and ears.
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.)
Rio looks disappointed again for some reason. “So you’re a chef? Then name every food.”
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'll start with your head boiled in a pot. Actually I should just show you." Samaritan stands up and brandishes his knife.
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
(hey wendo)
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
She hears him talking to himself. "Oh, by the lords... will I ever be rid of you? All of you, you've forgotten... yet you haunt me. In my restless dreams... I see your faces."
He looks around. "Buddy? You alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey buddy!*
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
*Would anyone like to roleplay? If so, please do pick who you would like from my roster.*
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.)
“Oh, uh, how much is it?”
“Say what now?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(how are you doing)
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
*Thinking about bringing back Richard, my greed devil.*
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