The adult-sized aberration curls up against him. "I'm so scared... I don't think my family made it..." It whimpers.
“You don’t know that just yet. Don’t worry, I’m here, when I’m here you don’t have to be afraid.” He rubs their back comfortingly, “ It will all be okay.”
It closes its pitch-black eyes and places its claw on his hand. This entity's hands were not made to hold tools or weapons, but to mangle and tear, but its muscles are built for speed. A contradiction of biology. It's likely no physically stronger than a human infant. "They were all so soft... Father dreamed them fluid and gentle... soft, thoughtful jelly-things. Maybe it's for the best that they never meet The Beach..." It looks up at Rag. "I am... Hadal... heir to the Depths... I... thank you..." It seems to be slowly processing the situation.
He nods slowly, continuing to rock them “Do not thank me, we must take time. Hadal, I am Ragnerious.” They eventually put them down carefully onto their pile of clothes, worrying about the child creature that is this being.
It pulls some of the clothes over itself like blankets. "Ragnerious... That's a good name. I am something called a Paracosma... a dream of the deep. I was a nightmare. I think that's what gave me the strength to live."
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The adult-sized aberration curls up against him. "I'm so scared... I don't think my family made it..." It whimpers.
“You don’t know that just yet. Don’t worry, I’m here, when I’m here you don’t have to be afraid.” He rubs their back comfortingly, “ It will all be okay.”
It closes its pitch-black eyes and places its claw on his hand. This entity's hands were not made to hold tools or weapons, but to mangle and tear, but its muscles are built for speed. A contradiction of biology. It's likely no physically stronger than a human infant. "They were all so soft... Father dreamed them fluid and gentle... soft, thoughtful jelly-things. Maybe it's for the best that they never meet The Beach..." It looks up at Rag. "I am... Hadal... heir to the Depths... I... thank you..." It seems to be slowly processing the situation.
He nods slowly, continuing to rock them “Do not thank me, we must take time. Hadal, I am Ragnerious.” They eventually put them down carefully onto their pile of clothes, worrying about the child creature that is this being.
It pulls some of the clothes over itself like blankets. "Ragnerious... That's a good name. I am something called a Paracosma... a dream of the deep. I was a nightmare. I think that's what gave me the strength to live."
“I am thankful you are alive, I am happy I was here to… to just be here.” He says, sitting on a stump, putting his hands on his knees, just happy to experience this moment.
His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
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It gasps, its strained voice free from pain and grief. It shudders, whispering in Deep Speech. Its voice is that of a frail child in the being's head, but in the physical world, it sounds more like a wizened man. The two voices contrast somewhat disturbingly. "Thank you... thank you... What is this place? I don't understand... It's so bright and still... Where are my brothers? My sisters? Is this... the real world? Am I awake?"
"You are in a world of, light, physicality, and substances, aberrant child." the voice sings as the creature slowly lowers herself down the branches so the creature can better see her.
It looks up at her with wonder. "This place feels so real... you seem so real... I've never been past The Beach before. I'm not used to these things." It reaches out a twisted claw to try and touch the snake-dragon. "I've never seen such... scales. That's what they are. Strong and dry. My siblings had scales like yours, but they had slime and fins too."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Damian is now wearing a fake mustache and is considering cutting his hair as he serves up meals in the morning.
Merabelle happens to be taking part in the Druidic side of herself, her soft brown hair tied into braids, his overalls stained by the grass and paint.
Mauric is at the bar, still looking fraught and fretful. “You probably should shear off your horns if you really want them to not find you.”
Loud metallic clanging echoes throughout the woods.
He takes a second to think about it before saying “Yeah you’re probably right.” He grabs a large knife, feeling for his horns “You shouldn’t be afraid though, just stop being my friend and you’re safe.”
Merabelle decides to investigate, moving through the forest with quick, light steps.
“No no I was kidding!” He says hurriedly. “And I’m not gonna leave you in this mess all by yourself. Not a chance.”
Loriche is trying to work on Charlie’s new umbrella, but the metal is proving difficult to render properly.
He puts the knife down slowly “You should, you saw me back there, I’m crazy, a monster, and you shouldn’t be pulled back into my mistakes.”
She walks over, looking over Loriche’s shoulder, making her presence known as to not appear unfriendly. She seems curious.
“Just because I’m your friend does not mean I’m your accomplice. I’ve done crazy things in my life, but I don’t push people away. And you can’t keep me from associating with you if you want to or not.” He responds fiercely.
Loriche doesn’t notice her, pounding the slag off of the molded blade.
“You have a bomb in your pocket.” He says calmly, beginning to serve people once more “You couldn’t stop me from pushing out away if I wanted to. I just think it’s better for you if you aren’t being hunted down by heaven for blowing up their Supreme Courthouse, as well as other things.”
She picks up a rock, tossing it softly enough at Loriche’s head not to cause real damage.
“Wait, is that… are you serious?” Mauric checks his pockets, worried.
It bounces off, not leaving the smallest impact. However, Loriche still turns around. “Oh hey! What’s up!”
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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.
His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
He chuckles, looking into the man’s eyes “How generous, you must be tired from all of your work, how about you come inside, I’ll make you a meal, it’s best to work with a full stomach.”
It pulls some of the clothes over itself like blankets. "Ragnerious... That's a good name. I am something called a Paracosma... a dream of the deep. I was a nightmare. I think that's what gave me the strength to live."
“I am thankful you are alive, I am happy I was here to… to just be here.” He says, sitting on a stump, putting his hands on his knees, just happy to experience this moment.
Its sensitive eyes take in its surroundings, examining Rag. Its face is not built to show any emotion, making it somewhat difficult to read when it isn't actively speaking. "Why?" It querys.
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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.
Damian is now wearing a fake mustache and is considering cutting his hair as he serves up meals in the morning.
Merabelle happens to be taking part in the Druidic side of herself, her soft brown hair tied into braids, his overalls stained by the grass and paint.
Mauric is at the bar, still looking fraught and fretful. “You probably should shear off your horns if you really want them to not find you.”
Loud metallic clanging echoes throughout the woods.
He takes a second to think about it before saying “Yeah you’re probably right.” He grabs a large knife, feeling for his horns “You shouldn’t be afraid though, just stop being my friend and you’re safe.”
Merabelle decides to investigate, moving through the forest with quick, light steps.
“No no I was kidding!” He says hurriedly. “And I’m not gonna leave you in this mess all by yourself. Not a chance.”
Loriche is trying to work on Charlie’s new umbrella, but the metal is proving difficult to render properly.
He puts the knife down slowly “You should, you saw me back there, I’m crazy, a monster, and you shouldn’t be pulled back into my mistakes.”
She walks over, looking over Loriche’s shoulder, making her presence known as to not appear unfriendly. She seems curious.
“Just because I’m your friend does not mean I’m your accomplice. I’ve done crazy things in my life, but I don’t push people away. And you can’t keep me from associating with you if you want to or not.” He responds fiercely.
Loriche doesn’t notice her, pounding the slag off of the molded blade.
“You have a bomb in your pocket.” He says calmly, beginning to serve people once more “You couldn’t stop me from pushing out away if I wanted to. I just think it’s better for you if you aren’t being hunted down by heaven for blowing up their Supreme Courthouse, as well as other things.”
She picks up a rock, tossing it softly enough at Loriche’s head not to cause real damage.
“Wait, is that… are you serious?” Mauric checks his pockets, worried.
It bounces off, not leaving the smallest impact. However, Loriche still turns around. “Oh hey! What’s up!”
He has a fireball, dormant in his back left pocket “Of course I am, I don’t want you getting hurt. Guards put it on you when we ran. Insurance.”
She smiles “Well ain’t that somethin’, good it ain’t hurt ya none.” She holds out of her strong hands, smiling with her sharp fangs “Merabelle, an’ you are?”
It pulls some of the clothes over itself like blankets. "Ragnerious... That's a good name. I am something called a Paracosma... a dream of the deep. I was a nightmare. I think that's what gave me the strength to live."
“I am thankful you are alive, I am happy I was here to… to just be here.” He says, sitting on a stump, putting his hands on his knees, just happy to experience this moment.
Its sensitive eyes take in its surroundings, examining Rag. Its face is not built to show any emotion, making it somewhat difficult to read when it isn't actively speaking. "Why?" It querys.
He doesn’t know how to answer for a moment, thinking to himself, why did he feel the need to help, to be there for this creature, it doesn’t make sense, and that’s what he says “I don’t know, but I would do it again without question.”
His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
He chuckles, looking into the man’s eyes “How generous, you must be tired from all of your work, how about you come inside, I’ll make you a meal, it’s best to work with a full stomach.”
"You're too kind" he makes the golem disappear with his cloth trick again
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His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
He chuckles, looking into the man’s eyes “How generous, you must be tired from all of your work, how about you come inside, I’ll make you a meal, it’s best to work with a full stomach.”
"You're too kind" he makes the golem disappear with his cloth trick again
“I’d say I’m just the wrong amount.” He says, walking inside the Lord’s Rest and beginning to cook.
He gives him a firm, but not crushing handshake “Nice to meet you Noctis, you seem strong, though I doubt fighting you would be a wise choice. What brings you to town?”
"I might have messed with Vespera's teleportation circle and we ended up here instead of hell." Noctis says, eyes darting to the left for a moment and chuckling.
He gives him a firm, but not crushing handshake “Nice to meet you Noctis, you seem strong, though I doubt fighting you would be a wise choice. What brings you to town?”
"I might have messed with Vespera's teleportation circle and we ended up here instead of hell." Noctis says, eyes darting to the left for a moment and chuckling.
He chuckles with them “Isn’t that fun, I’m not sure many people like being in Hell anyway. Though I do like it myself, warm, pleasant, not a lot of people who want to kill me that can kill me.”
It gasps, its strained voice free from pain and grief. It shudders, whispering in Deep Speech. Its voice is that of a frail child in the being's head, but in the physical world, it sounds more like a wizened man. The two voices contrast somewhat disturbingly. "Thank you... thank you... What is this place? I don't understand... It's so bright and still... Where are my brothers? My sisters? Is this... the real world? Am I awake?"
"You are in a world of, light, physicality, and substances, aberrant child." the voice sings as the creature slowly lowers herself down the branches so the creature can better see her.
It looks up at her with wonder. "This place feels so real... you seem so real... I've never been past The Beach before. I'm not used to these things." It reaches out a twisted claw to try and touch the snake-dragon. "I've never seen such... scales. That's what they are. Strong and dry. My siblings had scales like yours, but they had slime and fins too."
The dragon gets closer so the creature can better reach her. "Just take your time, I know such a transition of realities can be hard on the mind. Do you recall how you might have crossed over?"
He gives him a firm, but not crushing handshake “Nice to meet you Noctis, you seem strong, though I doubt fighting you would be a wise choice. What brings you to town?”
"I might have messed with Vespera's teleportation circle and we ended up here instead of hell." Noctis says, eyes darting to the left for a moment and chuckling.
He chuckles with them “Isn’t that fun, I’m not sure many people like being in Hell anyway. Though I do like it myself, warm, pleasant, not a lot of people who want to kill me that can kill me.”
"Dad's a Demon Lord of Pride, so we have reason to visit on occasion. This place is more interesting though, even if it's quaint by comparison."
He gives him a firm, but not crushing handshake “Nice to meet you Noctis, you seem strong, though I doubt fighting you would be a wise choice. What brings you to town?”
"I might have messed with Vespera's teleportation circle and we ended up here instead of hell." Noctis says, eyes darting to the left for a moment and chuckling.
He chuckles with them “Isn’t that fun, I’m not sure many people like being in Hell anyway. Though I do like it myself, warm, pleasant, not a lot of people who want to kill me that can kill me.”
"Dad's a Demon Lord of Pride, so we have reason to visit on occasion. This place is more interesting though, even if it's quaint by comparison."
“Oh it’s not every day you meet someone who’s father is a demon lord, except for maybe Damian, but he doesn’t even know his own family tree.” He chuckles “This place is the most interesting I’ve been to yet.”
Its sensitive eyes take in its surroundings, examining Rag. Its face is not built to show any emotion, making it somewhat difficult to read when it isn't actively speaking. "Why?" It querys.
He doesn’t know how to answer for a moment, thinking to himself, why did he feel the need to help, to be there for this creature, it doesn’t make sense, and that’s what he says “I don’t know, but I would do it again without question.”
Its jaw works for a moment as it is now its own turn to think. "Your heart... I'd like to learn to have your heart."
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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.
Its sensitive eyes take in its surroundings, examining Rag. Its face is not built to show any emotion, making it somewhat difficult to read when it isn't actively speaking. "Why?" It querys.
He doesn’t know how to answer for a moment, thinking to himself, why did he feel the need to help, to be there for this creature, it doesn’t make sense, and that’s what he says “I don’t know, but I would do it again without question.”
Its jaw works for a moment as it is now its own turn to think. "Your heart... I'd like to learn to have your heart."
He nods “Thank you… I would want to help you along that journey. It took me a long time to reach here, you shouldn’t have to go through what I did to be here.”
It looks up at her with wonder. "This place feels so real... you seem so real... I've never been past The Beach before. I'm not used to these things." It reaches out a twisted claw to try and touch the snake-dragon. "I've never seen such... scales. That's what they are. Strong and dry. My siblings had scales like yours, but they had slime and fins too."
The dragon gets closer so the creature can better reach her. "Just take your time, I know such a transition of realities can be hard on the mind. Do you recall how you might have crossed over?"
Its hands are not meant for grasping things, more for mangling anything it touches. It doesn't even have the strength to do that, or perhaps it's being exceedingly gentle. Its touch is barely felt. "I was dreamt... and I was awakened. I washed up on the beach with my siblings. They were writhing, soft things, mashed and splattered. I stood, and was the only one to stand. I cared for them, my brutalized brood, but the tides pushed me away, and I awoke here"
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It pulls some of the clothes over itself like blankets. "Ragnerious... That's a good name. I am something called a Paracosma... a dream of the deep. I was a nightmare. I think that's what gave me the strength to live."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Fry.*
His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
“I am thankful you are alive, I am happy I was here to… to just be here.” He says, sitting on a stump, putting his hands on his knees, just happy to experience this moment.
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
It looks up at her with wonder. "This place feels so real... you seem so real... I've never been past The Beach before. I'm not used to these things." It reaches out a twisted claw to try and touch the snake-dragon. "I've never seen such... scales. That's what they are. Strong and dry. My siblings had scales like yours, but they had slime and fins too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Wait, is that… are you serious?” Mauric checks his pockets, worried.
It bounces off, not leaving the smallest impact. However, Loriche still turns around. “Oh hey! What’s up!”
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 chuckles, looking into the man’s eyes “How generous, you must be tired from all of your work, how about you come inside, I’ll make you a meal, it’s best to work with a full stomach.”
Its sensitive eyes take in its surroundings, examining Rag. Its face is not built to show any emotion, making it somewhat difficult to read when it isn't actively speaking. "Why?" It querys.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He has a fireball, dormant in his back left pocket “Of course I am, I don’t want you getting hurt. Guards put it on you when we ran. Insurance.”
She smiles “Well ain’t that somethin’, good it ain’t hurt ya none.” She holds out of her strong hands, smiling with her sharp fangs “Merabelle, an’ you are?”
He doesn’t know how to answer for a moment, thinking to himself, why did he feel the need to help, to be there for this creature, it doesn’t make sense, and that’s what he says “I don’t know, but I would do it again without question.”
"You're too kind" he makes the golem disappear with his cloth trick again
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“I’d say I’m just the wrong amount.” He says, walking inside the Lord’s Rest and beginning to cook.
"I might have messed with Vespera's teleportation circle and we ended up here instead of hell." Noctis says, eyes darting to the left for a moment and chuckling.
He chuckles with them “Isn’t that fun, I’m not sure many people like being in Hell anyway. Though I do like it myself, warm, pleasant, not a lot of people who want to kill me that can kill me.”
The dragon gets closer so the creature can better reach her. "Just take your time, I know such a transition of realities can be hard on the mind. Do you recall how you might have crossed over?"
"Dad's a Demon Lord of Pride, so we have reason to visit on occasion. This place is more interesting though, even if it's quaint by comparison."
“Oh it’s not every day you meet someone who’s father is a demon lord, except for maybe Damian, but he doesn’t even know his own family tree.” He chuckles “This place is the most interesting I’ve been to yet.”
Its jaw works for a moment as it is now its own turn to think. "Your heart... I'd like to learn to have your heart."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods “Thank you… I would want to help you along that journey. It took me a long time to reach here, you shouldn’t have to go through what I did to be here.”
Its hands are not meant for grasping things, more for mangling anything it touches. It doesn't even have the strength to do that, or perhaps it's being exceedingly gentle. Its touch is barely felt. "I was dreamt... and I was awakened. I washed up on the beach with my siblings. They were writhing, soft things, mashed and splattered. I stood, and was the only one to stand. I cared for them, my brutalized brood, but the tides pushed me away, and I awoke here"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.