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.."
“Gods of darkness. Beings that should not be, yet their very existence threatens all of life.” He murmurs darkly.
Soon, Rio has completely removed any resemblance to a human carcass that the man would have had if he’d died normally.
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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!"
"Huh, I suppose that's fair. It's pretty cool to be honest." They nod "Sure, you seem pretty chill. You got your own board?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
He regains 69 hit points as his body rebuilds, hag magic flowing through him to make him more physically "perfect" in the eyes of such a creature: a mighty undead, a handsome dragon cowboy. Fearsome and powerful. She pets his head, her arms stretching far longer than they should. "You're a big sweet-un."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.."
“Gods of darkness. Beings that should not be, yet their very existence threatens all of life.” He murmurs darkly.
Soon, Rio has completely removed any resemblance to a human carcass that the man would have had if he’d died normally.
"Aren't you a necromancer?" He asks, raising a brow. He orders both of them wine, white for him and whatever he would like. He is hoping it will be the trick to pass out finally.
Anna blinks and looks up at him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.”
“No kidding, fascinating. I’ve met some immortals in my time, but most of their regen isn’t quite so potent.”
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.."
“Gods of darkness. Beings that should not be, yet their very existence threatens all of life.” He murmurs darkly.
Soon, Rio has completely removed any resemblance to a human carcass that the man would have had if he’d died normally.
"Aren't you a necromancer?" He asks, raising a brow. He orders both of them wine, white for him and whatever he would like. He is hoping it will be the trick to pass out finally.
Anna blinks and looks up at him.
“Yes. But I don’t drink. Thank you though.”
He turns around slowly, panting, looking manic and overstimulated. “…should’ve killed him sooner shouldn’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.
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.
He regains 77 hit points as his body rebuilds, hag magic flowing through him to make him more physically "perfect" in the eyes of such a creature: a mighty undead, a handsome dragon cowboy. Fearsome and powerful. She pets his head, her arms stretching far longer than they should. "You're a big sweet-un."
He seems incredibly confused as his body repairs itself, the bones that were once dust turns into solid bone, once again fully repaired, the stitches becoming less necessary as flesh begins to connect again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just hugs her with his now strong arms, “T-thank you.”
"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!"
"Huh, I suppose that's fair. It's pretty cool to be honest." They nod "Sure, you seem pretty chill. You got your own board?"
She spins her cane and it turns into a floating skateboard. She jumps on top of it. "Whoo-eee!" She does a kickflip, rail-grinds sideways up a tree, and does a helicopter flip mixed with a backflip as she falls back down. "I don't actually know what I'm doing! Like, the words for it or anything!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.."
“Gods of darkness. Beings that should not be, yet their very existence threatens all of life.” He murmurs darkly.
Soon, Rio has completely removed any resemblance to a human carcass that the man would have had if he’d died normally.
"Aren't you a necromancer?" He asks, raising a brow. He orders both of them wine, white for him and whatever he would like. He is hoping it will be the trick to pass out finally.
Anna blinks and looks up at him.
“Yes. But I don’t drink. Thank you though.”
He turns around slowly, panting, looking manic and overstimulated. “…should’ve killed him sooner shouldn’t I?”
"Hm, sorry." He nods bashfully.
"Huh?..." She is slow to understand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.”
“No kidding, fascinating. I’ve met some immortals in my time, but most of their regen isn’t quite so potent.”
“I negate the very concept of death via my existence. Even decapitation just makes me grow my body back, I can use my bleeding to cut through metal though.”
"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!"
"Huh, I suppose that's fair. It's pretty cool to be honest." They nod "Sure, you seem pretty chill. You got your own board?"
She spins her cane and it turns into a floating skateboard. She jumps on top of it. "Whoo-eee!" She does a kickflip, rail-grinds sideways up a tree, and does a helicopter flip mixed with a backflip as she falls back down. "I don't actually know what I'm doing! Like, the words for it or anything!"
*[Gets whiplash from the skateboarding terms]*
"It's fine, you're doing really good. Better than me. I just like cruising."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He regains 77 hit points as his body rebuilds, hag magic flowing through him to make him more physically "perfect" in the eyes of such a creature: a mighty undead, a handsome dragon cowboy. Fearsome and powerful. She pets his head, her arms stretching far longer than they should. "You're a big sweet-un."
He seems incredibly confused as his body repairs itself, the bones that were once dust turns into solid bone, once again fully repaired, the stitches becoming less necessary as flesh begins to connect again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just hugs her with his now strong arms, “T-thank you.”
*gtg quite soon*
She hugs him back. "No need to thank me. It's my job! I love being a grandmother to those in need! You, for example, really need some love. Hey, you like milkshakes?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He regains 77 hit points as his body rebuilds, hag magic flowing through him to make him more physically "perfect" in the eyes of such a creature: a mighty undead, a handsome dragon cowboy. Fearsome and powerful. She pets his head, her arms stretching far longer than they should. "You're a big sweet-un."
He seems incredibly confused as his body repairs itself, the bones that were once dust turns into solid bone, once again fully repaired, the stitches becoming less necessary as flesh begins to connect again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just hugs her with his now strong arms, “T-thank you.”
*gtg quite soon*
She hugs him back. "No need to thank me. It's my job! I love being a grandmother to those in need! You, for example, really need some love. Hey, you like milkshakes?"
*See ya later.*
He nods again softly “I-I don’t deserve it granny, b-but I do like milkshakes.” He puts them back down on the ground once the emotional overwhelming is gone, patting them off.
She spins her cane and it turns into a floating skateboard. She jumps on top of it. "Whoo-eee!" She does a kickflip, rail-grinds sideways up a tree, and does a helicopter flip mixed with a backflip as she falls back down. "I don't actually know what I'm doing! Like, the words for it or anything!"
*[Gets whiplash from the skateboarding terms]*
"It's fine, you're doing really good. Better than me. I just like cruising."
*gtg*
"Cruising is the... well, I don't think I should say that word. It's fun, and that's what counts!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She spins her cane and it turns into a floating skateboard. She jumps on top of it. "Whoo-eee!" She does a kickflip, rail-grinds sideways up a tree, and does a helicopter flip mixed with a backflip as she falls back down. "I don't actually know what I'm doing! Like, the words for it or anything!"
*[Gets whiplash from the skateboarding terms]*
"It's fine, you're doing really good. Better than me. I just like cruising."
*gtg*
"Cruising is the... well, I don't think I should say that word. It's fun, and that's what counts!"
"Indeed." They nod and then pull their own board from.. somewhere again. Maybe their magic hoodie sleeves or something.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.”
“No kidding, fascinating. I’ve met some immortals in my time, but most of their regen isn’t quite so potent.”
“I negate the very concept of death via my existence. Even decapitation just makes me grow my body back, I can use my bleeding to cut through metal though.”
“That’s metal and heck. So, do you live in this town, or just passing through? We are still getting our bearings of the place.”
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.."
“Gods of darkness. Beings that should not be, yet their very existence threatens all of life.” He murmurs darkly.
Soon, Rio has completely removed any resemblance to a human carcass that the man would have had if he’d died normally.
"Aren't you a necromancer?" He asks, raising a brow. He orders both of them wine, white for him and whatever he would like. He is hoping it will be the trick to pass out finally.
Anna blinks and looks up at him.
“Yes. But I don’t drink. Thank you though.”
He turns around slowly, panting, looking manic and overstimulated. “…should’ve killed him sooner shouldn’t I?”
“Bad guy. He is now dead. Please do not take leave of your senses when you’re vulnerable or in a suspicious location. Please be careful and don’t hang around weirdos.”
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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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“Gods of darkness. Beings that should not be, yet their very existence threatens all of life.” He murmurs darkly.
Soon, Rio has completely removed any resemblance to a human carcass that the man would have had if he’d died normally.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Huh, I suppose that's fair. It's pretty cool to be honest." They nod "Sure, you seem pretty chill. You got your own board?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“The pleasure is all mine Iris.” He says as charismatic as the high man can, chuckling and blowing smoke out of his nose.
He regains 69 hit points as his body rebuilds, hag magic flowing through him to make him more physically "perfect" in the eyes of such a creature: a mighty undead, a handsome dragon cowboy. Fearsome and powerful. She pets his head, her arms stretching far longer than they should. "You're a big sweet-un."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Aren't you a necromancer?" He asks, raising a brow. He orders both of them wine, white for him and whatever he would like. He is hoping it will be the trick to pass out finally.
Anna blinks and looks up at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“No kidding, fascinating. I’ve met some immortals in my time, but most of their regen isn’t quite so potent.”
She watches with fascination. She pulls out her own and hits it, blowing out a smoke ring.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Yes. But I don’t drink. Thank you though.”
He turns around slowly, panting, looking manic and overstimulated. “…should’ve killed him sooner shouldn’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.
He seems incredibly confused as his body repairs itself, the bones that were once dust turns into solid bone, once again fully repaired, the stitches becoming less necessary as flesh begins to connect again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just hugs her with his now strong arms, “T-thank you.”
She spins her cane and it turns into a floating skateboard. She jumps on top of it. "Whoo-eee!" She does a kickflip, rail-grinds sideways up a tree, and does a helicopter flip mixed with a backflip as she falls back down. "I don't actually know what I'm doing! Like, the words for it or anything!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm, sorry." He nods bashfully.
"Huh?..." She is slow to understand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I negate the very concept of death via my existence. Even decapitation just makes me grow my body back, I can use my bleeding to cut through metal though.”
*[Gets whiplash from the skateboarding terms]*
"It's fine, you're doing really good. Better than me. I just like cruising."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*gtg quite soon*
She hugs him back. "No need to thank me. It's my job! I love being a grandmother to those in need! You, for example, really need some love. Hey, you like milkshakes?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*See ya later.*
He nods again softly “I-I don’t deserve it granny, b-but I do like milkshakes.” He puts them back down on the ground once the emotional overwhelming is gone, patting them off.
*gtg*
"Cruising is the... well, I don't think I should say that word. It's fun, and that's what counts!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed." They nod and then pull their own board from.. somewhere again. Maybe their magic hoodie sleeves or something.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“That’s metal and heck. So, do you live in this town, or just passing through? We are still getting our bearings of the place.”
He begins doing tricks with his own smoke, using stuff much harder than anyone should to get high, because of how high his tolerance is.
“You’re quite alright, my dear lad. Worry not.” Thirteen smiles reassuringly.
“Bad guy. He is now dead. Please do not take leave of your senses when you’re vulnerable or in a suspicious location. Please be careful and don’t hang around weirdos.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.