Scott is writing quietly in a corner table of the tavern. He writing a story about some characters going into the pits of hell only to make a deal and end up getting lost on the way out.
Yuri is sharpening her spear, humming to herself. Unlike he usual dress, she is dressed in long pants, a black tank top, and simple earrings. She flips the spear with one hand, testing it out.
William is grumbling to himself as he inspects a broken window in the restaurant.
A ten-foot-tall angel is nearby, caring for various animals that were injured by the fire. She doesn't recognize its category.
Felix nervously waddles in his direction, carrying a sheet of glass shaped for the window and being very careful not to drop it. "I, uh, was hoping to replace it before you got in, and, like, tell you about it later. I didn't see it get broken, so I don't know who got in. S-sorry, man."
She raises a brow, knowing this a spot that the celestial kind sometimes touched down. She shrugs to herself, another winged goody boy.
"It's okay. I am more worried what got stolen or seen if anything." He said, folding his arms.
It begins to *SH Warning for Vipes*
rip bits of flesh off its body to feed to the carnivorous and omnivorous creatures. This reveals mechanical parts made of gold and marble underneath its skin, fat, and muscle before the flesh rapidly regenerates.
"Sorry, Will. Is there any blood on the glass? I can probably track them by that."
Scott is writing quietly in a corner table of the tavern. He writing a story about some characters going into the pits of hell only to make a deal and end up getting lost on the way out.
Yuri is sharpening her spear, humming to herself. Unlike he usual dress, she is dressed in long pants, a black tank top, and simple earrings. She flips the spear with one hand, testing it out.
William is grumbling to himself as he inspects a broken window in the restaurant.
Isaac comes over "need help fixing that?"
He shakes his head "More like I need finding whoever did it.."
"Dunno how much i'd be able to help"
"It's okay. I can find someone." He says, folding his arms.
"did you make someone mad enough to do this?"
He shrugs "I am unsure I did a thing.' he explained.
Scott is writing quietly in a corner table of the tavern. He writing a story about some characters going into the pits of hell only to make a deal and end up getting lost on the way out.
Yuri is sharpening her spear, humming to herself. Unlike he usual dress, she is dressed in long pants, a black tank top, and simple earrings. She flips the spear with one hand, testing it out.
William is grumbling to himself as he inspects a broken window in the restaurant.
A ten-foot-tall angel is nearby, caring for various animals that were injured by the fire. She doesn't recognize its category.
Felix nervously waddles in his direction, carrying a sheet of glass shaped for the window and being very careful not to drop it. "I, uh, was hoping to replace it before you got in, and, like, tell you about it later. I didn't see it get broken, so I don't know who got in. S-sorry, man."
She raises a brow, knowing this a spot that the celestial kind sometimes touched down. She shrugs to herself, another winged goody boy.
"It's okay. I am more worried what got stolen or seen if anything." He said, folding his arms.
It begins to *SH Warning for Vipes*
rip bits of flesh off its body to feed to the carnivorous and omnivorous creatures. This reveals mechanical parts made of gold and marble underneath its skin, fat, and muscle before the flesh rapidly regenerates.
"Sorry, Will. Is there any blood on the glass? I can probably track them by that."
She blinks slowly, her eyes turning red and her pupils slitting. The smell of blood washes over her senses like a blanket and she has to physically turn away to not bare her fangs.
He shrugs and looks over at it, smelling it. "Faint traces. Male it seems."
Scott is writing quietly in a corner table of the tavern. He writing a story about some characters going into the pits of hell only to make a deal and end up getting lost on the way out.
Yuri is sharpening her spear, humming to herself. Unlike he usual dress, she is dressed in long pants, a black tank top, and simple earrings. She flips the spear with one hand, testing it out.
William is grumbling to himself as he inspects a broken window in the restaurant.
Isaac comes over "need help fixing that?"
He shakes his head "More like I need finding whoever did it.."
"Dunno how much i'd be able to help"
"It's okay. I can find someone." He says, folding his arms.
"did you make someone mad enough to do this?"
He shrugs "I am unsure I did a thing.' he explained.
"may have just been a drunk"
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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
The angel notices the strong aura behind the Japanese man, but ignores it.
"Ah, then it would be best for neither of us to place a bet then." It sits down and begins to play. Its poker face is absolutely perfect, but it doesn't have a perfect grasp on actually playing the game.
The Miner has a nearly perfect poker face of his own, and an a quite incredible understanding of the cards, so much he can predict the cards at the top of the deck after shuffling them. After the first few games he orders them a drink each.
"I am glad neither of us is betting. I would have lost much wealth. I should introduce myself. I am Azabrose. I used to be an angel, but around an hour ago I was decommissioned." He takes a sip of his drink.
Scott is writing quietly in a corner table of the tavern. He writing a story about some characters going into the pits of hell only to make a deal and end up getting lost on the way out.
Yuri is sharpening her spear, humming to herself. Unlike he usual dress, she is dressed in long pants, a black tank top, and simple earrings. She flips the spear with one hand, testing it out.
William is grumbling to himself as he inspects a broken window in the restaurant.
Isaac comes over "need help fixing that?"
He shakes his head "More like I need finding whoever did it.."
"Dunno how much i'd be able to help"
"It's okay. I can find someone." He says, folding his arms.
"did you make someone mad enough to do this?"
He shrugs "I am unsure I did a thing.' he explained.
*Cool. Tbh I really doubt William could kill them without draining every drop of fluid from the body they’re using and then boiling all of it to complete nothingness*
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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 writing quietly in a corner table of the tavern. He writing a story about some characters going into the pits of hell only to make a deal and end up getting lost on the way out.
Yuri is sharpening her spear, humming to herself. Unlike he usual dress, she is dressed in long pants, a black tank top, and simple earrings. She flips the spear with one hand, testing it out.
William is grumbling to himself as he inspects a broken window in the restaurant.
Isaac comes over "need help fixing that?"
He shakes his head "More like I need finding whoever did it.."
"Dunno how much i'd be able to help"
"It's okay. I can find someone." He says, folding his arms.
"did you make someone mad enough to do this?"
He shrugs "I am unsure I did a thing.' he explained.
"may have just been a drunk"
"Mn.. perhaps."
"you sound skeptical"
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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
The angel notices the strong aura behind the Japanese man, but ignores it.
"Ah, then it would be best for neither of us to place a bet then." It sits down and begins to play. Its poker face is absolutely perfect, but it doesn't have a perfect grasp on actually playing the game.
The Miner has a nearly perfect poker face of his own, and an a quite incredible understanding of the cards, so much he can predict the cards at the top of the deck after shuffling them. After the first few games he orders them a drink each.
"I am glad neither of us is betting. I would have lost much wealth. I should introduce myself. I am Azabrose. I used to be an angel, but around an hour ago I was decommissioned." He takes a sip of his drink.
When he says he’s an angel the miner raises a bow and the high schooler looks at him strangely for a moment before looking away again. “Ain’t angels sposed to be in heaven? Eh, it don’t matta much here. Name’s Bob D’arby.”
*hey anyone wanna rp?* The spotted rabbit fae in the blue coat has temporarily abandoned his seat to stretch his legs.
Felix (he's like a roughly halfling-shaped critter with mustelid features) wanders over, holding a plate of cookies. "Hey there. You new in town?"
"Oh, I've been around." he takes a cookie. "Here and there, now and then, every so often"
"Oh! Sorry, I'm actually new here. I came here on a pilgrimage from the Hospitality Gods."
"the hospitality gods, hmm?" he cocks his head. "I'm familiar." he sits back down next to his sign
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
rip bits of flesh off its body to feed to the carnivorous and omnivorous creatures. This reveals mechanical parts made of gold and marble underneath its skin, fat, and muscle before the flesh rapidly regenerates.
"Sorry, Will. Is there any blood on the glass? I can probably track them by that."
She blinks slowly, her eyes turning red and her pupils slitting. The smell of blood washes over her senses like a blanket and she has to physically turn away to not bare her fangs.
He shrugs and looks over at it, smelling it. "Faint traces. Male it seems."
The angel looks over at her, seemingly gathering more information than sight alone should be able to. "You are built to consume blood, and you have not fed properly in some time. If you desire, you may drink from me. I have more ichor than I need, and it is dense with divine energy and nutrients."
"I need a lot for the spell. Sorry. This seems a bit outside of my purview as a cook, but I'll help where I can. You could probably track him better than I can, dude. I'll try and hold down the fort if you're going hunting."
There is a terrible roar from the middle of the town street. The people scatter in different directions, screaming for their lives. What they are running from is, in fact, an adorable little Wendigo. It is the size of a small dog, walking in stubby rotting legs. It's horns are small nubs like they have barely grown. It's fur is the color of beige or coffee. Little charms are tied to its long tail.
rip bits of flesh off its body to feed to the carnivorous and omnivorous creatures. This reveals mechanical parts made of gold and marble underneath its skin, fat, and muscle before the flesh rapidly regenerates.
"Sorry, Will. Is there any blood on the glass? I can probably track them by that."
She blinks slowly, her eyes turning red and her pupils slitting. The smell of blood washes over her senses like a blanket and she has to physically turn away to not bare her fangs.
He shrugs and looks over at it, smelling it. "Faint traces. Male it seems."
The angel looks over at her, seemingly gathering more information than sight alone should be able to. "You are built to consume blood, and you have not fed properly in some time. If you desire, you may drink from me. I have more ichor than I need, and it is dense with divine energy and nutrients."
"I need a lot for the spell. Sorry. This seems a bit outside of my purview as a cook, but I'll help where I can. You could probably track him better than I can, dude. I'll try and hold down the fort if you're going hunting."
She shakes her head "I am fine. I am in no need of food." She said, flipping her spear in hand.
He nods and produces his butchers knife. He cuts off his index finger and hands it to them "If you need me to come back, consume that." He nods.
The angel notices the strong aura behind the Japanese man, but ignores it.
"Ah, then it would be best for neither of us to place a bet then." It sits down and begins to play. Its poker face is absolutely perfect, but it doesn't have a perfect grasp on actually playing the game.
The Miner has a nearly perfect poker face of his own, and an a quite incredible understanding of the cards, so much he can predict the cards at the top of the deck after shuffling them. After the first few games he orders them a drink each.
"I am glad neither of us is betting. I would have lost much wealth. I should introduce myself. I am Azabrose. I used to be an angel, but around an hour ago I was decommissioned." He takes a sip of his drink.
When he says he’s an angel the miner raises a brow and the high schooler looks at him strangely for a moment before looking away again. “Ain’t angels sposed to be in heaven? Eh, it don’t matta much here. Name’s Bob D’arby.”
"Thank you for being accepting, Mr. D'arby. It would be good to keep in mind that any angel that falls, by definition, is a demon. While I do not enjoy this moniker, it is apt. See, angels do not play cards in taverns or drink alcohol. Normally, had I still my position, I would have been opposed to such things and tried to stop you. But that would be incredibly inconsiderate of me to stop you when you were doing no harm to yourself or others, don't you think?"
The angel looks over at her, seemingly gathering more information than sight alone should be able to. "You are built to consume blood, and you have not fed properly in some time. If you desire, you may drink from me. I have more ichor than I need, and it is dense with divine energy and nutrients."
"I need a lot for the spell. Sorry. This seems a bit outside of my purview as a cook, but I'll help where I can. You could probably track him better than I can, dude. I'll try and hold down the fort if you're going hunting."
She shakes her head "I am fine. I am in no need of food." She said, flipping her spear in hand.
He nods and produces his butchers knife. He cuts off his index finger and hands it to them "If you need me to come back, consume that." He nods.
"...If you are certain, then I respect your judgment." It looks around. "You must be injured yourself. This fire wasn't naturally caused."
Felix nods. "Wow. Should I ask how it works, or is it better for me to not know?"
The angel looks over at her, seemingly gathering more information than sight alone should be able to. "You are built to consume blood, and you have not fed properly in some time. If you desire, you may drink from me. I have more ichor than I need, and it is dense with divine energy and nutrients."
"I need a lot for the spell. Sorry. This seems a bit outside of my purview as a cook, but I'll help where I can. You could probably track him better than I can, dude. I'll try and hold down the fort if you're going hunting."
She shakes her head "I am fine. I am in no need of food." She said, flipping her spear in hand.
He nods and produces his butchers knife. He cuts off his index finger and hands it to them "If you need me to come back, consume that." He nods.
"...If you are certain, then I respect your judgment." It looks around. "You must be injured yourself. This fire wasn't naturally caused."
Felix nods. "Wow. Should I ask how it works, or is it better for me to not know?"
"I know that. Believe when I say I am itching to murder every creature that was responsible for it but I have a feeling it was one person." She said.
"Blood magic and all that jazz.." he waved a hand, not even bleeding.
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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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It begins to *SH Warning for Vipes*
rip bits of flesh off its body to feed to the carnivorous and omnivorous creatures. This reveals mechanical parts made of gold and marble underneath its skin, fat, and muscle before the flesh rapidly regenerates.
"Sorry, Will. Is there any blood on the glass? I can probably track them by that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shrugs "I am unsure I did a thing.' he explained.
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
*Wait what happened to the Larry?*
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 blinks slowly, her eyes turning red and her pupils slitting. The smell of blood washes over her senses like a blanket and she has to physically turn away to not bare her fangs.
He shrugs and looks over at it, smelling it. "Faint traces. Male it seems."
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
"may have just been a drunk"
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
"I am glad neither of us is betting. I would have lost much wealth. I should introduce myself. I am Azabrose. I used to be an angel, but around an hour ago I was decommissioned." He takes a sip of his drink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I believe he escaped.*
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
"Mn.. perhaps."
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
*Cool. Tbh I really doubt William could kill them without draining every drop of fluid from the body they’re using and then boiling all of it to complete nothingness*
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! Sorry, I'm actually new here. I came here on a pilgrimage from the Hospitality Gods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"you sound skeptical"
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
When he says he’s an angel the miner raises a bow and the high schooler looks at him strangely for a moment before looking away again. “Ain’t angels sposed to be in heaven? Eh, it don’t matta much here. Name’s Bob D’arby.”
"the hospitality gods, hmm?" he cocks his head. "I'm familiar." he sits back down next to his sign
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The angel looks over at her, seemingly gathering more information than sight alone should be able to. "You are built to consume blood, and you have not fed properly in some time. If you desire, you may drink from me. I have more ichor than I need, and it is dense with divine energy and nutrients."
"I need a lot for the spell. Sorry. This seems a bit outside of my purview as a cook, but I'll help where I can. You could probably track him better than I can, dude. I'll try and hold down the fort if you're going hunting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I decided to do something meta and kinda silly.*
There is a terrible roar from the middle of the town street. The people scatter in different directions, screaming for their lives. What they are running from is, in fact, an adorable little Wendigo. It is the size of a small dog, walking in stubby rotting legs. It's horns are small nubs like they have barely grown. It's fur is the color of beige or coffee. Little charms are tied to its long tail.
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 shakes her head "I am fine. I am in no need of food." She said, flipping her spear in hand.
He nods and produces his butchers knife. He cuts off his index finger and hands it to them "If you need me to come back, consume that." He nods.
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
"Thank you for being accepting, Mr. D'arby. It would be good to keep in mind that any angel that falls, by definition, is a demon. While I do not enjoy this moniker, it is apt. See, angels do not play cards in taverns or drink alcohol. Normally, had I still my position, I would have been opposed to such things and tried to stop you. But that would be incredibly inconsiderate of me to stop you when you were doing no harm to yourself or others, don't you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...If you are certain, then I respect your judgment." It looks around. "You must be injured yourself. This fire wasn't naturally caused."
Felix nods. "Wow. Should I ask how it works, or is it better for me to not know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Dang, missed this*
"Ah." he says, reading the sign. "Most people aren't. In fact, most don't think they exist, let alone that people worship them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know that. Believe when I say I am itching to murder every creature that was responsible for it but I have a feeling it was one person." She said.
"Blood magic and all that jazz.." he waved a hand, not even bleeding.
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