They slam the door open, looking disheveled. "Whaddya want?"
“Oh but you can make such a good broth with the skin, you’ll have to try it sweetheart.” She smiles.
Tyler looks to them with concerned eyes “Are you okay? How many hours have you slept this week?”
“yes but i need it for the marilith so please surrender it to me now”
“In Kelvin or radians?”
She sighs, giving back the skin, but taking everything else from the remains. “I should be off, I’ve got paintin’ to do, though I ain’t got nothin’ to inspire me.” She says, rubbing her chin with a bloody hand, obviously suggesting Riotan for her next painting.
“Could you answer the question without asking one yourself? I’m worried you aren’t prepared for the trail.”
It is coalescing in the shadows of Lord's Point, and it will break free in three days, consuming all...
Cyvus has fallen asleep in the library.
Thirteen is reading about Acheron.
Loriche is making a new magic axe.
Riotan is sewing together a new marilith.
Suhou is cleaning off their little shrine.
It is... Christmas Spirit!
Cyvus wakes up, yawning. He puts his books away, padding about the library slowly.
Yuki is sat on the ceiling, watching Rio sew.
Lilac pads up behind them, head tilted. "Whussat?"
*how do i interact with christmas spirit*
Thirteen watches him for a moment, then goes back to reading.
He cranes his neck, looking up at them. “Yo.”
The little god turns to stare up at them. The last memory of me.
*you don't, child*
The lion man grumbles softly, and smiles down at Thirteen. "Who is Acheron?"
"So, why'd you run off when I told you what I was?"
"Oh, are you a deity?" She says, sitting on her hinds.
*that’s a quitter mindset*
“Acheron is a plane of endless war where certain gods beckon their flock to fight eternally and pointlessly.”
“Didn’t run off, just had other business.”
Yes… but a very small one.
*Shhhh*
"Sounds violent."
"You're a bad liar" She says dropping down.
"How small?" she tilts her head, eyes bright with curiousity
"'Tis."
"I'd be better if I cared about a convincing facade." He muses.
They stretch out as far as they can. This small.
"I cant imagine fighting for no purpose."
"You're adorable, so you get away with it."
"No way! I used to be that small. Maybe you just need to eat a lot, like I did."
“Everyone thinks they fight for a purpose. But cause or circumstance rings ultimately hollow no matter what the mind believes. So the wisest say.” He ponders. “Wow, that was insightful. Certainly not played out and repetitive.”
“I know.” Riotan smirks.
All I eat is tiny plankton. It doesn’t make me grow.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They slam the door open, looking disheveled. "Whaddya want?"
“Oh but you can make such a good broth with the skin, you’ll have to try it sweetheart.” She smiles.
Tyler looks to them with concerned eyes “Are you okay? How many hours have you slept this week?”
“yes but i need it for the marilith so please surrender it to me now”
“In Kelvin or radians?”
She sighs, giving back the skin, but taking everything else from the remains. “I should be off, I’ve got paintin’ to do, though I ain’t got nothin’ to inspire me.” She says, rubbing her chin with a bloody hand, obviously suggesting Riotan for her next painting.
“Could you answer the question without asking one yourself? I’m worried you aren’t prepared for the trail.”
“Mariliths are unpredictable, undulating creatures of horrific beauty. They’d make a wonderful painting. Sadly, I haven’t finished it, and they don’t stay still for very long, so I think we ought to just use me instead. It’s an onerous task, but I’ll boldly step up to the challenge.”
“…12. But we’re only two days into the week. It’s all good. I have a good defense. The court of days hath not yet prepared itself.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Do I want to throw Movie Star Hero boy at y'all or the F R E N C H?*
*F R A N C O I S*
From the darkness, amongst the trees, eyes glint slightly under the moonlight. A man, standing about 5'8, steps out of the darkness, barely making a sound. He wears a black balaclava and a three piece suit made of similar coloration. He places a cigarette between his lips, lighting it with a sleek black lighter. The end catches, glowing slightly amongst the darkness.
Loriche is roving around gathering firewood like a cryptid.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They slam the door open, looking disheveled. "Whaddya want?"
“Oh but you can make such a good broth with the skin, you’ll have to try it sweetheart.” She smiles.
Tyler looks to them with concerned eyes “Are you okay? How many hours have you slept this week?”
“yes but i need it for the marilith so please surrender it to me now”
“In Kelvin or radians?”
She sighs, giving back the skin, but taking everything else from the remains. “I should be off, I’ve got paintin’ to do, though I ain’t got nothin’ to inspire me.” She says, rubbing her chin with a bloody hand, obviously suggesting Riotan for her next painting.
“Could you answer the question without asking one yourself? I’m worried you aren’t prepared for the trail.”
“Mariliths are unpredictable, undulating creatures of horrific beauty. They’d make a wonderful painting. Sadly, I haven’t finished it, and they don’t stay still for very long, so I think we ought to just use me instead. It’s an onerous task, but I’ll boldly step up to the challenge.”
“…12. But we’re only two days into the week. It’s all good. I have a good defense. The court of days hath not yet prepared itself.”
She smiles brightly, “I would be happy to paint you, capture that form o’ yers fer at least a lil’ bit o’ time. I’ll do my best to make it accurate.” She winks and begins walking towards the forest, whistling to herself, a pep in her step.
“How many hours did you sleep last week?” He says, narrowing his eyes “Even with a good defense, if your brain isn’t working it doesn’t matter.”
They slam the door open, looking disheveled. "Whaddya want?"
“Oh but you can make such a good broth with the skin, you’ll have to try it sweetheart.” She smiles.
Tyler looks to them with concerned eyes “Are you okay? How many hours have you slept this week?”
“yes but i need it for the marilith so please surrender it to me now”
“In Kelvin or radians?”
She sighs, giving back the skin, but taking everything else from the remains. “I should be off, I’ve got paintin’ to do, though I ain’t got nothin’ to inspire me.” She says, rubbing her chin with a bloody hand, obviously suggesting Riotan for her next painting.
“Could you answer the question without asking one yourself? I’m worried you aren’t prepared for the trail.”
“Mariliths are unpredictable, undulating creatures of horrific beauty. They’d make a wonderful painting. Sadly, I haven’t finished it, and they don’t stay still for very long, so I think we ought to just use me instead. It’s an onerous task, but I’ll boldly step up to the challenge.”
“…12. But we’re only two days into the week. It’s all good. I have a good defense. The court of days hath not yet prepared itself.”
She smiles brightly, “I would be happy to paint you, capture that form o’ yers fer at least a lil’ bit o’ time. I’ll do my best to make it accurate.” She winks and begins walking towards the forest, whistling to herself, a pep in her step.
“How many hours did you sleep last week?” He says, narrowing his eyes “Even with a good defense, if your brain isn’t working it doesn’t matter.”
Rio follows, sort of uninterested in the surroundings, crocodile organs piled up in his arms.
“40. Don’t judge me, sir. And I don’t even have a brain.” They wave their hand over their neck area.
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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.
Eventually they arrive outside of Merabelle’s damp cave home. Next to the entrance is her canvas stand and her supplies. She asks Riotan to wait outside while she goes inside to get something, walking out in a white shirt stained with paint and overalls “Stand wherever ya like sweetheart, as long as I can see ya, I can paint ya.”
He sighs, chuckling “If you’re awake enough to still make witty remarks you’ll probably be fine.”
Eventually they arrive outside of Merabelle’s damp cave home. Next to the entrance is her canvas stand and her supplies. She asks Riotan to wait outside while she goes inside to get something, walking out in a white shirt and overalls “Stand wherever ya like sweetheart, as long as I can see ya, I can paint ya.”
He sighs, chuckling “If you’re awake enough to still make witty remarks you’ll probably be fine.”
Rio adopts a dramatic, sweeping, somewhat coquettish pose once he finds a spot where the light hits his scales properly.
“Yeah yeah yeah now leave me alone. I need to see if I can find any more loopholes.” They sigh.
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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.
Eventually they arrive outside of Merabelle’s damp cave home. Next to the entrance is her canvas stand and her supplies. She asks Riotan to wait outside while she goes inside to get something, walking out in a white shirt and overalls “Stand wherever ya like sweetheart, as long as I can see ya, I can paint ya.”
He sighs, chuckling “If you’re awake enough to still make witty remarks you’ll probably be fine.”
Rio adopts a dramatic, sweeping, somewhat coquettish pose once he finds a spot where the light hits his scales properly.
“Yeah yeah yeah now leave me alone. I need to see if I can find any more loopholes.” They sigh.
She rolls her eyes, taking her paint with a smile as she begins to take it with all the long broad strokes. Once she’s done she turns the canvas to them, proud of herself. Painting Tools:25
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask, leaving him to do what he can.
Eventually they arrive outside of Merabelle’s damp cave home. Next to the entrance is her canvas stand and her supplies. She asks Riotan to wait outside while she goes inside to get something, walking out in a white shirt and overalls “Stand wherever ya like sweetheart, as long as I can see ya, I can paint ya.”
He sighs, chuckling “If you’re awake enough to still make witty remarks you’ll probably be fine.”
Rio adopts a dramatic, sweeping, somewhat coquettish pose once he finds a spot where the light hits his scales properly.
“Yeah yeah yeah now leave me alone. I need to see if I can find any more loopholes.” They sigh.
She rolls her eyes, taking her paint with a smile as she begins to take it with all the long broad strokes. Once she’s done she turns the canvas to them, proud of herself. Painting Tools:28
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask, leaving him to do what he can.
“Wow, great likeness!” He stares at it, impressed.
They throw the bottle into their thoracic cavity and go back to their tomes.
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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.
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"'Tis."
"I'd be better if I cared about a convincing facade." He muses.
They stretch out as far as they can. This small.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh but you can make such a good broth with the skin, you’ll have to try it sweetheart.” She smiles.
Tyler looks to them with concerned eyes “Are you okay? How many hours have you slept this week?”
“yes but i need it for the marilith so please surrender it to me now”
“In Kelvin or radians?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*makin p e n n e *
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 love Damian just in the middle.*
Dracula is reading a different book written by himself even longer ago, titled ‘The magic of sandwiches’
Donquixote is working out in his room, having left the portal open if anyone wants to visit.
Damian is sitting in his room, having bought another so Nick and Mauric have a place to sleep as well as Damian and Saphuno.
Thane is looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare.
She sighs, giving back the skin, but taking everything else from the remains. “I should be off, I’ve got paintin’ to do, though I ain’t got nothin’ to inspire me.” She says, rubbing her chin with a bloody hand, obviously suggesting Riotan for her next painting.
“Could you answer the question without asking one yourself? I’m worried you aren’t prepared for the trail.”
“Everyone thinks they fight for a purpose. But cause or circumstance rings ultimately hollow no matter what the mind believes. So the wisest say.” He ponders. “Wow, that was insightful. Certainly not played out and repetitive.”
“I know.” Riotan smirks.
All I eat is tiny plankton. It doesn’t make me grow.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Investigation?
The sound is somber and ethereal
Investigation: 23
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)
“Mariliths are unpredictable, undulating creatures of horrific beauty. They’d make a wonderful painting. Sadly, I haven’t finished it, and they don’t stay still for very long, so I think we ought to just use me instead. It’s an onerous task, but I’ll boldly step up to the challenge.”
“…12. But we’re only two days into the week. It’s all good. I have a good defense. The court of days hath not yet prepared itself.”
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 roving around gathering firewood like a cryptid.
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 smiles brightly, “I would be happy to paint you, capture that form o’ yers fer at least a lil’ bit o’ time. I’ll do my best to make it accurate.” She winks and begins walking towards the forest, whistling to herself, a pep in her step.
“How many hours did you sleep last week?” He says, narrowing his eyes “Even with a good defense, if your brain isn’t working it doesn’t matter.”
Rio follows, sort of uninterested in the surroundings, crocodile organs piled up in his arms.
“40. Don’t judge me, sir. And I don’t even have a brain.” They wave their hand over their neck area.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
Eventually they arrive outside of Merabelle’s damp cave home. Next to the entrance is her canvas stand and her supplies. She asks Riotan to wait outside while she goes inside to get something, walking out in a white shirt stained with paint and overalls “Stand wherever ya like sweetheart, as long as I can see ya, I can paint ya.”
He sighs, chuckling “If you’re awake enough to still make witty remarks you’ll probably be fine.”
Rio adopts a dramatic, sweeping, somewhat coquettish pose once he finds a spot where the light hits his scales properly.
“Yeah yeah yeah now leave me alone. I need to see if I can find any more loopholes.” They sigh.
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 rolls her eyes, taking her paint with a smile as she begins to take it with all the long broad strokes. Once she’s done she turns the canvas to them, proud of herself. Painting Tools:25
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask, leaving him to do what he can.
He sees a clearing through a few trees. In the center is a singing girl, one that was on a missing poster six months back
“Wow, great likeness!” He stares at it, impressed.
They throw the bottle into their thoracic cavity and go back to their tomes.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.