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.”
Noctis gives out a bit of a laugh, the shadows covering his mouth opening up into a maw of jagged teeth. “He can handle himself when things are serious , but he has Vespera and I to handle messy situations that don’t require any dire actions. So, what should I call you. You can call me Noctis”
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.”
She wipes the tears away with her thumb. "Don't be sorry, sonny. I'm here to help. I even brought you some pie! Do you like pie? I like pie, so I thought you might too." She draws a hot apple pie from her basket.
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.”
Noctis gives out a bit of a laugh, the shadows covering his mouth opening up into a maw of jagged teeth. “He can handle himself when things are serious , but he has Vespera and I to handle messy situations that don’t require any dire actions. So, what should I call you. You can call me Noctis”
“Nice to meet ya Noctis, I’m…” He seems to forget his own name, taking a few moments before he says “Oh yeah, I’m Victor. I can’t remember the last time I met a shadow.” He rubs his head, which seems to have been stitched closed.
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.”
She wipes the tears away with her thumb. "Don't be sorry, sonny. I'm here to help. I even brought you some pie! Do you like pie? I like pie, so I thought you might too." She draws a hot apple pie from her basket.
He is entirely overwhelmed by all of this, but silently nods, moving his knees from in front of his best, sitting criss cross, his hands on his knees “Y-yes m-ma’am. I do like pie.” He breaths the smell of the apple pie in deep with 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.”
Noctis gives out a bit of a laugh, the shadows covering his mouth opening up into a maw of jagged teeth. “He can handle himself when things are serious , but he has Vespera and I to handle messy situations that don’t require any dire actions. So, what should I call you. You can call me Noctis”
“Nice to meet ya Noctis, I’m…” He seems to forget his own name, taking a few moments before he says “Oh yeah, I’m Victor. I can’t remember the last time I met a shadow.” He rubs his head, which seems to have been stitched closed.
“Not a shadow, I’m…..actually what I….what we are is pretty complicated, so shadow is fine I guess. So…how’d you heal that arm of yours? Magic, or an innate ability?” Noctis asks curiously.
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.”
Noctis gives out a bit of a laugh, the shadows covering his mouth opening up into a maw of jagged teeth. “He can handle himself when things are serious , but he has Vespera and I to handle messy situations that don’t require any dire actions. So, what should I call you. You can call me Noctis”
“Nice to meet ya Noctis, I’m…” He seems to forget his own name, taking a few moments before he says “Oh yeah, I’m Victor. I can’t remember the last time I met a shadow.” He rubs his head, which seems to have been stitched closed.
“Not a shadow, I’m…..actually what I….what we are is pretty complicated, so shadow is fine I guess. So…how’d you heal that arm of yours? Magic, or an innate ability?” Noctis asks curiously.
He shakes his head, slicing off all of his fingers before they turn to dust as they instantly reheal “Innate ability. I’m an immortal, for some reason.” He shrugs, before putting his military knife back in a hidden sheath “I cant die, no matter what I try.”
She wipes the tears away with her thumb. "Don't be sorry, sonny. I'm here to help. I even brought you some pie! Do you like pie? I like pie, so I thought you might too." She draws a hot apple pie from her basket.
He is entirely overwhelmed by all of this, but silently nods, moving his knees from in front of his best, sitting criss cross, his hands on his knees “Y-yes m-ma’am. I do like pie.” He breaths the smell of the apple pie in deep with his nose.
She cuts him a big slice (like a quarter of it) and offers it to him on a cracked plate with woven gold utensils. "Call me granny. Granny Greasegrip."
She wipes the tears away with her thumb. "Don't be sorry, sonny. I'm here to help. I even brought you some pie! Do you like pie? I like pie, so I thought you might too." She draws a hot apple pie from her basket.
He is entirely overwhelmed by all of this, but silently nods, moving his knees from in front of his best, sitting criss cross, his hands on his knees “Y-yes m-ma’am. I do like pie.” He breaths the smell of the apple pie in deep with his nose.
She cuts him a big slice (like a quarter of it) and offers it to him on a cracked plate with woven gold utensils. "Call me granny. Granny Greasegrip."
He takes the plate, and uses his claws instead of the utensils due to how mangled the insides of his fingers are “T-thank you g-granny.” He says, eating the pie with a small smile, filled with wonder by the flavors and the woman’s kindness.
*Hey guys, sorry for disappearing. Was cleaning my dishes.*
(welcome back)
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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
*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.”
"Irisvine but call me Iris." She giggles "Pleasure to meet you Victor."
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.
"Enemies? You?" He chuckles.
Anna watches with little emotion "Huh.."
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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
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Noctis gives out a bit of a laugh, the shadows covering his mouth opening up into a maw of jagged teeth. “He can handle himself when things are serious , but he has Vespera and I to handle messy situations that don’t require any dire actions. So, what should I call you. You can call me Noctis”
She wipes the tears away with her thumb. "Don't be sorry, sonny. I'm here to help. I even brought you some pie! Do you like pie? I like pie, so I thought you might too." She draws a hot apple pie from her basket.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also, please don't apologize so much. No one is mad at you, bud.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Nice to meet ya Noctis, I’m…” He seems to forget his own name, taking a few moments before he says “Oh yeah, I’m Victor. I can’t remember the last time I met a shadow.” He rubs his head, which seems to have been stitched closed.
He is entirely overwhelmed by all of this, but silently nods, moving his knees from in front of his best, sitting criss cross, his hands on his knees “Y-yes m-ma’am. I do like pie.” He breaths the smell of the apple pie in deep with his nose.
*Yeah yeah, sorry about that, won’t apologize as much.*
“Not a shadow, I’m…..actually what I….what we are is pretty complicated, so shadow is fine I guess. So…how’d you heal that arm of yours? Magic, or an innate ability?” Noctis asks curiously.
He shakes his head, slicing off all of his fingers before they turn to dust as they instantly reheal “Innate ability. I’m an immortal, for some reason.” He shrugs, before putting his military knife back in a hidden sheath “I cant die, no matter what I try.”
She cuts him a big slice (like a quarter of it) and offers it to him on a cracked plate with woven gold utensils. "Call me granny. Granny Greasegrip."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the plate, and uses his claws instead of the utensils due to how mangled the insides of his fingers are “T-thank you g-granny.” He says, eating the pie with a small smile, filled with wonder by the flavors and the woman’s kindness.
*alright i need sleep to survive chat, see you all tomorrow*
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 guys, sorry for disappearing. Was cleaning my dishes.*
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
*See ya dude.*
*Welcome back, also don’t apologize for things you need to do, I got back if you want to continue, sorry for disappearing before.*
*oh wait no nvm i’m back for a lil longer*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*all good, cleanliness is important*
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 yay, nvm I’m happy you can stay, even for a little bit.*
(welcome back)
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
"Irisvine but call me Iris." She giggles "Pleasure to meet you Victor."
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
"Enemies? You?" He chuckles.
Anna watches with little emotion "Huh.."
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