He shakes his head, "N-no, thats bad! let her go!"
"I am sorry honey, I cannot. I need her for my plans." She chuckles "Go run home to your mommy or daddy or whatever."
He doesn't have a response to that, tearing up a bit before he runs upstairs
She grins, tilting her head, walking back outside.
*Gonna swap over to tycho while georgie crys and does a thing :D*
Tycho, who's sat on a nearby roof, calls out to her, "So, you the one causing all this crazy-ness?"
"Yep! A little experiment!" She said.
"I see. Well it's causing some issues. I.e, the whole 'cannibalism' thing"
"Not so much cannibalism. More... infection."
"Zombie virus" He rolls his eyes, "Either way, I reccomend stopping"
"I am quite sorry but I can't. This area is perfect for this experiment. A secluded town, villagers, plant life, a [GP] natural earth fey guardian. Its the bee's knees."
"Well, if it messes with anything I'm doing ill have yo have a second talk. However I'm the least of your issues"
Stroth grins brightly "Would you perhaps like to have tea?"
He tilts his head, "No poison or disease flowers right?"
"I'm not seeing any better options right now, and to be blunt, I'm sick of all the trolley problem BULL(GP) you villains try to pull. 'Oh, you would really kill all these people to save the world?' (GP) YES! 'Oh, I thought you were a hero!' Well being a hero is making tough choices, sweetheart, and I'm happy doing my damn job!"
She can tell he's charging his energy again as his hair and nails lengthen. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to reach through the veil, grab your soul, and rip it in half."
"You can kill me if you wish but I'm afraid I'm a bit like a cockroach." She winks and sips her tea "Oh, and a soul you say? I hate to burst your bubble honey but I lack one as well. I suppose that's why I can just body hop." She sets the cup down, her grin fading as she fixes her suit "Are you going to a decent creature and sit down and talk or try and hit me again?"
He tilts his head. "You see, when I say soul, I mean the energy or lack therof that makes you, well, 'you.' The life, unlife, upside-down, eldritch, whatever-you-call-it that you actually move from body to body. Everything has energy. And I am an energy well. But sure. I'll wait for about an infinite amount of time, begging you to stop, whining 'oh no the chiiildren, you wouldn't kill the babies,' when we all know you would in a heartbeat, and eventually I die of old age being completely worthless while you go on with whatever plans you have. Sounds real damn fun."
He doesn't do anything for now.
She chuckles and shakes her head "No.... You got it all wrong honey. A soul is a separate energy from the mind and from matter. Like you said, it makes a person who they are, but it is also an actual energy. Ever heard of Bipolar disorder? A high and a low, wouldn't that be considered a soul because it's two times your mood is affected, making your thoughts different, your actions different? Or maybe DID, better known as dissociative identity disorder? Where does one person break into splintered pieces and gain identities that form? Wouldn't they have multiple souls if they are each different?" She asks, explaining it to him.
He shakes his head, "N-no, thats bad! let her go!"
"I am sorry honey, I cannot. I need her for my plans." She chuckles "Go run home to your mommy or daddy or whatever."
He doesn't have a response to that, tearing up a bit before he runs upstairs
She grins, tilting her head, walking back outside.
*Gonna swap over to tycho while georgie crys and does a thing :D*
Tycho, who's sat on a nearby roof, calls out to her, "So, you the one causing all this crazy-ness?"
"Yep! A little experiment!" She said.
"I see. Well it's causing some issues. I.e, the whole 'cannibalism' thing"
"Not so much cannibalism. More... infection."
"Zombie virus" He rolls his eyes, "Either way, I reccomend stopping"
"I am quite sorry but I can't. This area is perfect for this experiment. A secluded town, villagers, plant life, a [GP] natural earth fey guardian. Its the bee's knees."
"Well, if it messes with anything I'm doing ill have yo have a second talk. However I'm the least of your issues"
Stroth grins brightly "Would you perhaps like to have tea?"
He tilts his head, "No poison or disease flowers right?"
"Believe me, if there were, you would know." She rolls her eyes.
"That's so beautiful..." The tears begin to spill out. "I want to be a hero like you!"
He comforts the diseased as much as he can before moving into the next, “I am no hero, simply a king that has lost all he had.”
"What makes you a hero isn't how you feel. It's how you are in the eyes of others. You're inspiring. You're kind. You're gentle and caring. That's everything I want to be."
He shakes his head, "N-no, thats bad! let her go!"
"I am sorry honey, I cannot. I need her for my plans." She chuckles "Go run home to your mommy or daddy or whatever."
He doesn't have a response to that, tearing up a bit before he runs upstairs
She grins, tilting her head, walking back outside.
*Gonna swap over to tycho while georgie crys and does a thing :D*
Tycho, who's sat on a nearby roof, calls out to her, "So, you the one causing all this crazy-ness?"
"Yep! A little experiment!" She said.
"I see. Well it's causing some issues. I.e, the whole 'cannibalism' thing"
"Not so much cannibalism. More... infection."
"Zombie virus" He rolls his eyes, "Either way, I reccomend stopping"
"I am quite sorry but I can't. This area is perfect for this experiment. A secluded town, villagers, plant life, a [GP] natural earth fey guardian. Its the bee's knees."
"Well, if it messes with anything I'm doing ill have yo have a second talk. However I'm the least of your issues"
Stroth grins brightly "Would you perhaps like to have tea?"
He tilts his head, "No poison or disease flowers right?"
"Believe me, if there were, you would know." She rolls her eyes.
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
"That's so beautiful..." The tears begin to spill out. "I want to be a hero like you!"
He comforts the diseased as much as he can before moving into the next, “I am no hero, simply a king that has lost all he had.”
"What makes you a hero isn't how you feel. It's how you are in the eyes of others. You're inspiring. You're kind. You're gentle and caring. That's everything I want to be."
After hugging all the diseased, his flesh is flaking off worse than usual “I have lived for long enough to know that kindness may not be a cure, but it is a pain reliever. With the acceptance of pain strength flows in abundance, and a king must be strong.”
He tilts his head. "You see, when I say soul, I mean the energy or lack therof that makes you, well, 'you.' The life, unlife, upside-down, eldritch, whatever-you-call-it that you actually move from body to body. Everything has energy. And I am an energy well. But sure. I'll wait for about an infinite amount of time, begging you to stop, whining 'oh no the chiiildren, you wouldn't kill the babies,' when we all know you would in a heartbeat, and eventually I die of old age being completely worthless while you go on with whatever plans you have. Sounds real damn fun."
He doesn't do anything for now.
She chuckles and shakes her head "No.... You got it all wrong honey. A soul is a separate energy from the mind and from matter. Like you said, it makes a person who they are, but it is also an actual energy. Ever heard of Bipolar disorder? A high and a low, wouldn't that be considered a soul because it's two times your mood is affected, making your thoughts different, your actions different? Or maybe DID, better known as dissociative identity disorder? Where does one person break into splintered pieces and gain identities that form? Wouldn't they have multiple souls if they are each different?" She asks, explaining it to him.
"See, that's real interesting, but I don't actually give a (GP) about terminology. Brains are full of energy and chemicals. Souls are energy. Bodies are chemicals. I can eat all of those. I can, for example taste a bit of matter, energy, or un-energy from a spell, track where it came from, in this case, you, and say, devour your existence, so that you only exist in memory. TLDR, I've reworked your time stop to prevent the escape of anything with any of your energy signatures from this area. Cute trick, right? No teleportation, body hopping, or even casting a spell that effects anything outside."
The flowers are starting to grow up the walls of the little, rapidly collapsing dome, severed from the outside plants.
"What makes you a hero isn't how you feel. It's how you are in the eyes of others. You're inspiring. You're kind. You're gentle and caring. That's everything I want to be."
After hugging all the diseased, his flesh is flaking off worse than usual “I have lived for long enough to know that kindness may not be a cure, but it is a pain reliever. With the acceptance of pain strength flows in abundance, and a king must be strong.”
"But... I'm immune to permeant injuries and diseases..." He wracks his brain. "Is there any way I could be as strong as you are?"
He tilts his head. "You see, when I say soul, I mean the energy or lack therof that makes you, well, 'you.' The life, unlife, upside-down, eldritch, whatever-you-call-it that you actually move from body to body. Everything has energy. And I am an energy well. But sure. I'll wait for about an infinite amount of time, begging you to stop, whining 'oh no the chiiildren, you wouldn't kill the babies,' when we all know you would in a heartbeat, and eventually I die of old age being completely worthless while you go on with whatever plans you have. Sounds real damn fun."
He doesn't do anything for now.
She chuckles and shakes her head "No.... You got it all wrong honey. A soul is a separate energy from the mind and from matter. Like you said, it makes a person who they are, but it is also an actual energy. Ever heard of Bipolar disorder? A high and a low, wouldn't that be considered a soul because it's two times your mood is affected, making your thoughts different, your actions different? Or maybe DID, better known as dissociative identity disorder? Where does one person break into splintered pieces and gain identities that form? Wouldn't they have multiple souls if they are each different?" She asks, explaining it to him.
"See, that's real interesting, but I don't actually give a (GP) about terminology. Brains are full of energy and chemicals. Souls are energy. Bodies are chemicals. I can eat all of those. I can, for example taste a bit of matter, energy, or un-energy from a spell, track where it came from, in this case, you, and say, devour your existence, so that you only exist in memory. TLDR, I've reworked your time stop to prevent the escape of anything with any of your energy signatures from this area. Cute trick, right? No teleportation, body hopping, or even casting a spell that effects anything outside."
The flowers are starting to grow up the walls of the little, rapidly collapsing dome, severed from the outside plants.
She laughs "Then how about a game? You win? I stop this litter experiment. I win, this keeps going and I get to dissect you because you have an interesting physique going on and its not everyday someone can reverse a time stop."
"What makes you a hero isn't how you feel. It's how you are in the eyes of others. You're inspiring. You're kind. You're gentle and caring. That's everything I want to be."
After hugging all the diseased, his flesh is flaking off worse than usual “I have lived for long enough to know that kindness may not be a cure, but it is a pain reliever. With the acceptance of pain strength flows in abundance, and a king must be strong.”
"But... I'm immune to permeant injuries and diseases..." He wracks his brain. "Is there any way I could be as strong as you are?"
“It is a strength of will as well as body. I am only this strong because I understood I was never going to heal, but I could still help others” he say, sheathing his blade once more.
He tilts his head, "No poison or disease flowers right?"
She chuckles and shakes her head "No.... You got it all wrong honey. A soul is a separate energy from the mind and from matter. Like you said, it makes a person who they are, but it is also an actual energy. Ever heard of Bipolar disorder? A high and a low, wouldn't that be considered a soul because it's two times your mood is affected, making your thoughts different, your actions different? Or maybe DID, better known as dissociative identity disorder? Where does one person break into splintered pieces and gain identities that form? Wouldn't they have multiple souls if they are each different?" She asks, explaining it to him.
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
"Believe me, if there were, you would know." She rolls her eyes.
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
"What makes you a hero isn't how you feel. It's how you are in the eyes of others. You're inspiring. You're kind. You're gentle and caring. That's everything I want to be."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Then sure, I'm up for tea." He shrugs
She claps her hands and suddenly they are back in the forest. She picks him up and carries him to the table.
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
(anyone open?)
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
He doesn't struggle against this, "Um, ma'am? Either all due respect, I can walk."
After hugging all the diseased, his flesh is flaking off worse than usual “I have lived for long enough to know that kindness may not be a cure, but it is a pain reliever. With the acceptance of pain strength flows in abundance, and a king must be strong.”
"Nope!" She gestures to the ground where the flowers are.
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
*Sure.*
He sighs, "Fair enough."
"See, that's real interesting, but I don't actually give a (GP) about terminology. Brains are full of energy and chemicals. Souls are energy. Bodies are chemicals. I can eat all of those. I can, for example taste a bit of matter, energy, or un-energy from a spell, track where it came from, in this case, you, and say, devour your existence, so that you only exist in memory. TLDR, I've reworked your time stop to prevent the escape of anything with any of your energy signatures from this area. Cute trick, right? No teleportation, body hopping, or even casting a spell that effects anything outside."
The flowers are starting to grow up the walls of the little, rapidly collapsing dome, severed from the outside plants.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"But... I'm immune to permeant injuries and diseases..." He wracks his brain. "Is there any way I could be as strong as you are?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She laughs "Then how about a game? You win? I stop this litter experiment. I win, this keeps going and I get to dissect you because you have an interesting physique going on and its not everyday someone can reverse a time stop."
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 grins and pours him a cup of tea. It looks like black sludge with bits of organ tissue in it.
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
"Looks toxic." He comments
“It is a strength of will as well as body. I am only this strong because I understood I was never going to heal, but I could still help others” he say, sheathing his blade once more.
"I can assure you it is not."
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 takes a sip