*I'm down for that. I don't like playing evil characters all that much either. Is the Blight still going on, or would we have dealt with that already? Or maybe we could set this before*
*K E R M F R O N T A T I O N*
*Perhaps before. I know this is silly but sometimes I get these mindsets where I am actually then character and Stroth is just so horrible that I feel icky afterwards and it makes my skin crawl. She is such an apathetic and childish character who has remorse and that way of thinking is just making me feel horrible.*
*I fully understand. I always need to make sure my characters are someone that I won't feel bad playing later. Someone that I agree with just a bit. Cathan is both evil and insane, but he's got a point. He's trying to poison and kill a system that runs on suffering, and he wants to give people the medications they need when they can't get expensive prescriptions. Similarly, Felix is an absolute monster, but he's never deliberately hurt another sapient being and doesn't directly desire to. He just wants to be loved for his work in hospitality, but he's got a sort of demented mindset that makes it difficult for him to differentiate right from wrong without it being extremely obvious.*
*I like non-angry Prospero a lot, since he's genuinely a great guy who loves everyone and wants people to have love and forgiveness and kindness in their lives, even when he's being shot at and his family is dying. He stores up all of the frustrations he has, and that's the red Yorkshire voice, a pseudo-split personality named What We Deserve.*
*Makes sense. Also, I am sorry for rambling. Sometimes I feel like I need to explain why I feel a way I do with a character.*
*I fully understand. I always need to make sure my characters are someone that I won't feel bad playing later. Someone that I agree with just a bit. Cathan is both evil and insane, but he's got a point. He's trying to poison and kill a system that runs on suffering, and he wants to give people the medications they need when they can't get expensive prescriptions. Similarly, Felix is an absolute monster, but he's never deliberately hurt another sapient being and doesn't directly desire to. He just wants to be loved for his work in hospitality, but he's got a sort of demented mindset that makes it difficult for him to differentiate right from wrong without it being extremely obvious.*
*I like non-angry Prospero a lot, since he's genuinely a great guy who loves everyone and wants people to have love and forgiveness and kindness in their lives, even when he's being shot at and his family is dying. He stores up all of the frustrations he has, and that's the red Yorkshire voice, a pseudo-split personality named What We Deserve.*
*Makes sense. Also, I am sorry for rambling. Sometimes I feel like I need to explain why I feel a way I do with a character.*
Xan smiles and takes off his coat, giving it to Isaac
He takes it and puts it on
Xan lights a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dark.
"how have you been?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
Xan smiles and takes off his coat, giving it to Isaac
He takes it and puts it on
Xan lights a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dark.
"how have you been?"
"Tired but that's just normal." He chuckles
Isaac smiles and lays down "stars are bright tonight"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 think, for now, I am going to play my silly boys.*
The Oracle, a chimera with the heads of a snail, a rat, and a squirrel, is playing chess against a sentient deer.
Oval is teaching Soul how to restring a crossbow.
Donn has split himself up into his three goat counterparts, each are eating grass and bleating.
*I just realized that I have 20 minutes and no idea who I want to play*
*I don't really want to play Egregore right now, I killed off Talbot, and I've been playing Prospero all day. I wanna play a good guy, but I don't have many of those.*
*I think, for now, I am going to play my silly boys.*
The Oracle, a chimera with the heads of a snail, a rat, and a squirrel, is playing chess against a sentient deer.
Oval is teaching Soul how to restring a crossbow.
Donn has split himself up into his three goat counterparts, each are eating grass and bleating.
*I just realized that I have 20 minutes and no idea who I want to play*
*I don't really want to play Egregore right now, I killed off Talbot, and I've been playing Prospero all day. I wanna play a good guy, but I don't have many of those.*
Thirteen is referencing his journal for a logical cure to the blight, his alchemical equipment set up.
Mauric is covering up his potted plants to keep them healthy.
Loriche, being already dead, isn’t affected in the slightest, merely setting more bear traps up around her camp and making a slightly larger fire for the night.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Xan smiles and takes off his coat, giving it to Isaac
He takes it and puts it on
Xan lights a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dark.
"how have you been?"
"Tired but that's just normal." He chuckles
Isaac smiles and lays down "stars are bright tonight"
"Yeah, I used to believe they were souls of the dead looking down on us to protect us during the night."
"I was always told they were massive balls of fire"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 unironically almost shed a tear. Yes, yes it is glorious*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*also I’m gonna have Mauric propose to Nick so the retroactive pain is even worse*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Makes sense. Also, I am sorry for rambling. Sometimes I feel like I need to explain why I feel a way I do with a character.*
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
*That's disgusting*
*Nice*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan lights a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dark.
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
*It's all good. I ramble more.*
*So, who do you wanna play with?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"how have you been?"
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 think, for now, I am going to play my silly boys.*
The Oracle, a chimera with the heads of a snail, a rat, and a squirrel, is playing chess against a sentient deer.
Oval is teaching Soul how to restring a crossbow.
Donn has split himself up into his three goat counterparts, each are eating grass and bleating.
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
"Tired but that's just normal." He chuckles
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
*i mean given the fact that fate has dictated his eventual death, i’m gonna make the rest of the time until then at least somewhat happy*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Isaac smiles and lays down "stars are bright tonight"
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
"Yeah, I used to believe they were souls of the dead looking down on us to protect us during the night."
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
*I have returned from the void. Rejoice or cry, either way, the Jester’s curtain shall fall.*
*I just realized that I have 20 minutes and no idea who I want to play*
*I don't really want to play Egregore right now, I killed off Talbot, and I've been playing Prospero all day. I wanna play a good guy, but I don't have many of those.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is okay*
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
*anywayyyyyy :3*
Thirteen is referencing his journal for a logical cure to the blight, his alchemical equipment set up.
Mauric is covering up his potted plants to keep them healthy.
Loriche, being already dead, isn’t affected in the slightest, merely setting more bear traps up around her camp and making a slightly larger fire for the night.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I was always told they were massive balls of fire"
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
*LAST GRASP*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"They are." He 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
*IT’S HIM*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.