"Mine." He says, tapping his chest, "I lost a bet, had to pay the ante"
He thinks for a moment before smiling brightly, "Well I like it either way!" He says before quickly adding on, "In like, a normal way"
"Hm." She thinks "Why not find a mage to get it removed?"
Kelipso breaks down in laughter at that. "You may be different but parts of you are still the same.."
"Well what then? I just let the devil sealed in me run rampant?" He sighs, "Not like I didn't try at first"
"I got the same teeth right? I think" He says, tapping his fangs
"Mn.." she said and sighed, looking up at Zenix "Any ideas love?"
"And I love every bit of you and everything else to come."
"We could kill him" he shrugs, "Devil would have to go back to hell then. Though it'd probably just get out again, so nah." He sighs, the idea having startled Asher
This gets more color in the dhampir's cheeks, "I-i love you too. I don't think that part changes, even if I have bad memory"
Above him is Lazarus, a vampire who looks like Ulgar but caries themselves entirely different. The mail-clad solider looks with curiousity at Jason. "You good?"
He scrambles backwards,"Y-youre not real. I'm just seeing things-"
*Gonna join this because funny*
A woman with long black hair and pale skin peeks out from behind a tree, seemingly to have come from nowhere. "Oh dear, another one is there?"
"No. That is what has kept me alive. My Thriving Empire!! My Beautiful Machines!!Hurt and hate!Fuel for the Flames of Ambition! I've been through hell and back in the most literal sense, and I have out-dealed the Devil himself! You think I could be married to something other than that pain?!" He's breaking down. Around the end, he sounds like he's close to retching.
He falls to his knees, head down. "You're... mocking me. You insult me. You..."
"...I was supposed to be invincible. Untouchable. (GP)."
She watches him before leaning down and picking him up in her arms. She walks out of the factory, out of the darkness, into the outside and the dying sunlight of dusk. She holds him close to her, tightly, as if to leave that impression of a gentle touch upon him. She walks to the fields that overlook the town and sets him down, sitting besides him.
"Not everything has to be pain and hurt Oswald. There is hope and there is fear. You have to much of the latter so it's about time you had more of the former."
He doesn't resist. He's nearly limp. "I made my hope. I made me." He clutches his face in his heavy leather gloves. "How did you do that? You said one word... one (GP)ing word. A trick. It must be..." He doesn't sound confident at all.
"No. That is what has kept me alive. My Thriving Empire!! My Beautiful Machines!!Hurt and hate!Fuel for the Flames of Ambition! I've been through hell and back in the most literal sense, and I have out-dealed the Devil himself! You think I could be married to something other than that pain?!" He's breaking down. Around the end, he sounds like he's close to retching.
He falls to his knees, head down. "You're... mocking me. You insult me. You..."
"...I was supposed to be invincible. Untouchable. (GP)."
She watches him before leaning down and picking him up in her arms. She walks out of the factory, out of the darkness, into the outside and the dying sunlight of dusk. She holds him close to her, tightly, as if to leave that impression of a gentle touch upon him. She walks to the fields that overlook the town and sets him down, sitting besides him.
"Not everything has to be pain and hurt Oswald. There is hope and there is fear. You have to much of the latter so it's about time you had more of the former."
He doesn't resist. He's nearly limp. "I made my hope. I made me." He clutches his face in his heavy leather gloves. "How did you do that? You said one word... one (GP)ing word. A trick. It must be..." He doesn't sound confident at all.
"Do you think it was a trick?" She asked sincerely. "Or did you build up so many walls you thought could never be knocked down that; when I said those words, and they did come down, that made your fearful?" She asked, her tone soft.
Above him is Lazarus, a vampire who looks like Ulgar but caries themselves entirely different. The mail-clad solider looks with curiousity at Jason. "You good?"
He scrambles backwards,"Y-youre not real. I'm just seeing things-"
*Gonna join this because funny*
A woman with long black hair and pale skin peeks out from behind a tree, seemingly to have come from nowhere. "Oh dear, another one is there?"
Jason is on the forest floor, having more or less a panic attack at this point
Above him is Lazarus, a vampire who looks like Ulgar but caries themselves entirely different. The mail-clad solider looks with curiousity at Jason. "You good?"
He scrambles backwards,"Y-youre not real. I'm just seeing things-"
*Gonna join this because funny*
A woman with long black hair and pale skin peeks out from behind a tree, seemingly to have come from nowhere. "Oh dear, another one is there?"
Jason is on the forest floor, having more or less a panic attack at this point
Yuri shoots a lot at Lazarus before kneeling down. "hello dear... I'm sorry this is all so frightening to you.."
Above him is Lazarus, a vampire who looks like Ulgar but caries themselves entirely different. The mail-clad solider looks with curiousity at Jason. "You good?"
He scrambles backwards,"Y-youre not real. I'm just seeing things-"
*Gonna join this because funny*
A woman with long black hair and pale skin peeks out from behind a tree, seemingly to have come from nowhere. "Oh dear, another one is there?"
Jason is on the forest floor, having more or less a panic attack at this point
Yuri shoots a lot at Lazarus before kneeling down. "hello dear... I'm sorry this is all so frightening to you.."
The dhampir seems smaller purely from being curled up, breathing heavily
He doesn't resist. He's nearly limp. "I made my hope. I made me." He clutches his face in his heavy leather gloves. "How did you do that? You said one word... one (GP)ing word. A trick. It must be..." He doesn't sound confident at all.
"Do you think it was a trick?" She asked sincerely. "Or did you build up so many walls you thought could never be knocked down that; when I said those words, and they did come down, that made your fearful?" She asked, her tone soft.
He doesn't resist. He's nearly limp. "I made my hope. I made me." He clutches his face in his heavy leather gloves. "How did you do that? You said one word... one (GP)ing word. A trick. It must be..." He doesn't sound confident at all.
"Do you think it was a trick?" She asked sincerely. "Or did you build up so many walls you thought could never be knocked down that; when I said those words, and they did come down, that made your fearful?" She asked, her tone soft.
He stays quiet. "Good theory..." he whispers.
"I try." She smiles softly "Tell me how you are feeling, just five emotions." She said.
He doesn't resist. He's nearly limp. "I made my hope. I made me." He clutches his face in his heavy leather gloves. "How did you do that? You said one word... one (GP)ing word. A trick. It must be..." He doesn't sound confident at all.
"Do you think it was a trick?" She asked sincerely. "Or did you build up so many walls you thought could never be knocked down that; when I said those words, and they did come down, that made your fearful?" She asked, her tone soft.
He stays quiet. "Good theory..." he whispers.
"I try." She smiles softly "Tell me how you are feeling, just five emotions." She said.
"...empty...broken...angry...but I refuse to..." he sighs. "...I'm tired..."
He nods with a slight amile
Lore books his forehead, leaving a trinket of sorts (A moonstone cut in the shape of a elk) on his chest.
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
*Gonna join this because funny*
A woman with long black hair and pale skin peeks out from behind a tree, seemingly to have come from nowhere. "Oh dear, another one is there?"
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
He doesn't resist. He's nearly limp. "I made my hope. I made me." He clutches his face in his heavy leather gloves. "How did you do that? You said one word... one (GP)ing word. A trick. It must be..." He doesn't sound confident at all.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren opens his eyes. "Ow." he mumbles picking up the trinket.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Do you think it was a trick?" She asked sincerely. "Or did you build up so many walls you thought could never be knocked down that; when I said those words, and they did come down, that made your fearful?" She asked, her tone soft.
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
Jason is on the forest floor, having more or less a panic attack at this point
"It ain't that heavy." She chuckled.
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
Yuri shoots a lot at Lazarus before kneeling down. "hello dear... I'm sorry this is all so frightening to you.."
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
"Still hurt my forehead dear." he says sitting up a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's two pounds" she laughs "I've seen you lift more than that!"
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
He grins sheepishly. "Just joking of course." he says. "So, whats with the moonstone?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The dhampir seems smaller purely from being curled up, breathing heavily
He stays quiet. "Good theory..." he whispers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg see yall tomorrow*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I try." She smiles softly "Tell me how you are feeling, just five emotions." She said.
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
"...empty...broken...angry...but I refuse to..." he sighs. "...I'm tired..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*characters*
Jason is sat against a tree in the woods, carving basic drawings of things he likes into the bark
Asher is heading back into town, talking to his devil about behaving
-pick legit anyone I introduced here, I can't brain-