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
*The Past, The Present, and The Future kittens will find out what.*
*THE F[gp]KING WHAT*
*The Past, The Present, and The Future. They will find what is wrong.*
*It’s either food poisoning or an Appalachian curse of Satanic origin*
*I guessing the latter.*
*Yeh. Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who ya want?*
*uhhh Scott, Anna, and anyone else you want*
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
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
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
Thirteen is tinkering with his amulet and leans over. “Writer’s block or something worse?”
Riotan has taken the form of a regular snake and is nearby, watching over her.
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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.
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
Thirteen is tinkering with his amulet and leans over. “Writer’s block or something worse?”
Riotan has taken the form of a regular snake and is nearby, watching over her.
Scott shrugs "I don't know anymore.. tired." He rubs his eyes.
She stumbles off somewhere in the street with another man who has seemed to side up beside her.
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
"Yes you did and yes you are." Zee nods, suddenly pulling some sort of Green tea can out from God knows where.
She laughs and kicks her feet, banging her old wooden shoes against the pot. She then becomes suddenly serious. "Hey kid." She leans close. "Wanna see something spooky? I got a lot of spooky stuff."
They nod, shrugging a bit "Sure."
She places her hands on her face. Her body begins to lengthen, stretch, wither. Like her entire being was coiled like a massive spring. Think like the Beldam from Coraline, but made of bones instead of needles. As her dress unfurls, the remains of at least ten people reveal themselves from the folds of her clothes. More bones. She pulls her fingers from her grinning skull, making a spidery motion. "Ooooh, spooooky!" She cackles as she rears back, before falling to all fours.
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
Thirteen is tinkering with his amulet and leans over. “Writer’s block or something worse?”
Riotan has taken the form of a regular snake and is nearby, watching over her.
Scott shrugs "I don't know anymore.. tired." He rubs his eyes.
She stumbles off somewhere in the street with another man who has seemed to side up beside her.
“Can I offer you some tea? Or anything else at all, really?”
Worried, Riotan follows after Anna at a quick pace, determined to be there in case things go south.
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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.
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
"Yes you did and yes you are." Zee nods, suddenly pulling some sort of Green tea can out from God knows where.
She laughs and kicks her feet, banging her old wooden shoes against the pot. She then becomes suddenly serious. "Hey kid." She leans close. "Wanna see something spooky? I got a lot of spooky stuff."
They nod, shrugging a bit "Sure."
She places her hands on her face. Her body begins to lengthen, stretch, wither. Like her entire being was coiled like a massive spring. Think like the Beldam from Coraline, but made of bones instead of needles. As her dress unfurls, the remains of at least ten people reveal themselves from the folds of her clothes. More bones. She pulls her fingers from her grinning skull, making a spidery motion. "Ooooh, spooooky!" She cackles as she rears back, before falling to all fours.
Zee's eyes widen a fraction but they don't flinch or anything "Interesting. Body manipulation seems to be something that everyone has their own way of doing." They nod.
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
Thirteen is tinkering with his amulet and leans over. “Writer’s block or something worse?”
Riotan has taken the form of a regular snake and is nearby, watching over her.
Scott shrugs "I don't know anymore.. tired." He rubs his eyes.
She stumbles off somewhere in the street with another man who has seemed to side up beside her.
“Can I offer you some tea? Or anything else at all, really?”
Worried, Riotan follows after Anna at a quick pace, determined to be there in case things go south.
"Not really." He shrugs, running his hand through his hair "How are you?"
The two end up in a back alley somewhere, the man making moves on her that she is to high to even reciprocate.
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
Thirteen is tinkering with his amulet and leans over. “Writer’s block or something worse?”
Riotan has taken the form of a regular snake and is nearby, watching over her.
Scott shrugs "I don't know anymore.. tired." He rubs his eyes.
She stumbles off somewhere in the street with another man who has seemed to side up beside her.
“Can I offer you some tea? Or anything else at all, really?”
Worried, Riotan follows after Anna at a quick pace, determined to be there in case things go south.
"Not really." He shrugs, running his hand through his hair "How are you?"
The two end up in a back alley somewhere, the man making moves on her that she is to high to even reciprocate.
“Fine, fine. Just going along, keeping up my research and trying to keep tabs on my enemies.”
Riotan fully reforms and begins gleefully beating the man to a boneless bloody smear on the ground.
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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.
She places her hands on her face. Her body begins to lengthen, stretch, wither. Like her entire being was coiled like a massive spring. Think like the Beldam from Coraline, but made of bones instead of needles. As her dress unfurls, the remains of at least ten people reveal themselves from the folds of her clothes. More bones. She pulls her fingers from her grinning skull, making a spidery motion. "Ooooh, spooooky!" She cackles as she rears back, before falling to all fours.
Zee's eyes widen a fraction but they don't flinch or anything "Interesting. Body manipulation seems to be something that everyone has their own way of doing." They nod.
"Well, this is actually my true form, kiddo! The little old lady is a disguise. I'm a big old lady!" She giggles. "Illusions are really fun sometimes! I'm not very good at them, though. I only know that one and the one where I make a ghost that stabs you, which isn't as funny as it used to be." Her head twists and hangs upside-down. "You're a cool kid. You wanna go skateboarding sometime? I can teach you all my tricks!"
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
A chubby elderly woman slowly makes her way over before kicking the axe away and crouching in its place. "What's wrong, dear?"
He looks up, his axe sliding away as he reaches out for a moment, his bones cracking as he does so “N-nothing m-ma’am.” He says, slow, rumbling, and polite.
She puts a hand on his face, moving it around with shocking strength and examining at him. "No, I'm seeing sad lines. You're sad. Yup. No two ways about it." She waggles a finger in his face. "You need to learn to lie better. But not to me."
*So sorry for disappearing. Really sorry.*
He doesn’t know how to react to such a thing, though tears of blood begin to form in his eyes as they take his face in their hands, having been an orphan he has had no experience with anything like this “Y-yes m-ma’am, sorry.”
*Anybody want to roleplay? If so, tell me who you want, if you want anyone at all. *
*(Does the gay dance)*
*IMPOSSIBLE!!!(Gets annihilated by said dance)*
*Would you like anyone?*
*Uhhh I saw Victor was a stoner so maybe him because I don't get to use Iris a lot unless Zephyr is there.*
*Sure thing.*
Victor is walking through the town, his eyes red, his express soft, and his arm mangled beyond repair as he seems to ignore it, chilling at the absolute peak. Ignorance truly is bliss for him.
Iris, who has been hitting her bing pretty hard this evening, steps out of the tent, smoking escaping with her. She stretches, grabbing some clothes and putting them on. A crop top hoodie made of patterned purple fabric, a pair of black shorts, and her favorite boots. The Scottish Fold Tabaxi heads out to town to buy some more snackies because her hungry has yet to be satiated and comes across Victor. She notices the looks, grinning slightly.
She walks over, crouching down. She mumbles something under her breath as his arm suddenly regenerates before both of them.
He looks to them, not realizing what they did for a moment, before chuckling “That was pretty cool, but I had it.” He slices off his arm with a military grade knife, regenerating back to perfect condition once more.
"Awww boo. Wanted to try out that spell." She sticks out her tongue.
He chuckles again, “My fault, maybe next time I won’t heal and you can try it again.” He says, smirking.
"I can sure try!" She purrs and snuggles up him, high as a kite.
He just smiles at it, just as high, “Who’re you? I’m…” He seems to have forgotten his own name before saying “Oh yeah I’m Victor.”
The previous arm turns into dust, blowing away in the wind. He blinks slowly at the shadow, chuckling at it “That’s tough dude, I don’t know what to say about that.” He blows some smoke from his nose.
After a few moments, the voice in the shadow sighs, before it begins to slink its way over to Leo and disappears into him as he tenses a moment. The sawed off white horns become black and repair themselves, his black hair becomes more wild. Skin pales slightly as he grows taller, to about 6’2” instead of his previous 5’9”. Darkness covers the mouth and nose, the lower arms and hands, and the lower legs and feet. Red eyes with slit pupils look back at Victor.
”Apologies…Lux is more…soft hearted, so he doesn’t handle gore so well.”
He shakes his head again, sighing before taking a drag and blowing smoke “That sounds trash to deal with, I don’t got no issues with gore though, got used to it after this long.”
*Sure, who ya want?*
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
(hello you two)
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
*uhhh Scott, Anna, and anyone else you want*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ello*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Scott is sitting at bar, staring at his typewriter. He hasn't been able to sleep well because of The Writer and Kehmet speaking in his ear so he is beyond exhausted.
Anna is sitting outside a dive bar, high as anything. She has been drinking all night to drown her emotions so they don't hurt her more.
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
(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
Thirteen is tinkering with his amulet and leans over. “Writer’s block or something worse?”
Riotan has taken the form of a regular snake and is nearby, watching over her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*not too bad*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Scott shrugs "I don't know anymore.. tired." He rubs his eyes.
She stumbles off somewhere in the street with another man who has seemed to side up beside her.
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
She places her hands on her face. Her body begins to lengthen, stretch, wither. Like her entire being was coiled like a massive spring. Think like the Beldam from Coraline, but made of bones instead of needles. As her dress unfurls, the remains of at least ten people reveal themselves from the folds of her clothes. More bones. She pulls her fingers from her grinning skull, making a spidery motion. "Ooooh, spooooky!" She cackles as she rears back, before falling to all fours.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Can I offer you some tea? Or anything else at all, really?”
Worried, Riotan follows after Anna at a quick pace, determined to be there in case things go south.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Zee's eyes widen a fraction but they don't flinch or anything "Interesting. Body manipulation seems to be something that everyone has their own way of doing." They nod.
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
"Not really." He shrugs, running his hand through his hair "How are you?"
The two end up in a back alley somewhere, the man making moves on her that she is to high to even reciprocate.
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
“Fine, fine. Just going along, keeping up my research and trying to keep tabs on my enemies.”
Riotan fully reforms and begins gleefully beating the man to a boneless bloody smear on the ground.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, this is actually my true form, kiddo! The little old lady is a disguise. I'm a big old lady!" She giggles. "Illusions are really fun sometimes! I'm not very good at them, though. I only know that one and the one where I make a ghost that stabs you, which isn't as funny as it used to be." Her head twists and hangs upside-down. "You're a cool kid. You wanna go skateboarding sometime? I can teach you all my tricks!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(you want to rp 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
*So sorry for disappearing. Really sorry.*
He doesn’t know how to react to such a thing, though tears of blood begin to form in his eyes as they take his face in their hands, having been an orphan he has had no experience with anything like this “Y-yes m-ma’am, sorry.”
He just smiles at it, just as high, “Who’re you? I’m…” He seems to have forgotten his own name before saying “Oh yeah I’m Victor.”
He shakes his head again, sighing before taking a drag and blowing smoke “That sounds trash to deal with, I don’t got no issues with gore though, got used to it after this long.”
*So sorry for disappearing again, I only have a limited amount of time I can be on dnd on my phone.*