Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
The Leper grabs his large blade reflexively, his face hardening with a cold rage “Oh I see how they are now. People who profit off of the suffering of others, and cannot wait until they are the only option left.” He does not unsheath the blade, simply watching for now, suspicious.
"Oh, I would never force someone to pay for something I know they need... for example, you could use some painkillers, immunostims, and of course, a divine purge. Might as well dust the whole room while I'm at it. Hhhakekeke..." He draws a fistful of blue powder and throws it, creating a cloud that fills the room. For a second it burns like fire, then all the pain is gone. The pustules an the infected fade away and the decay reverses. The Leper feels better, but not cured. Cathan jitters into the room, breathing in the spices. "Isn't that better? Your body is overcharged, but not to the level mine is. Hakeke, that would tear those big muscles of yours apart..."
The Leper moves his hands away from his blade, breathing in as little of the dust as he can as he approaches the infected, going to comfort them as they return to their previous state, making sure not to contact skin as to prevent the passing of leprosy onto them, “I feel no better than I did before, the pain I once felt is simply faded. I do not wish to be freed of my pain, I was already free.”
"Then I am useless to you. Not to them, though. Help them if you want. I'm going to be purging the Blight from every sorry but of earth and meat I see."
Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
The Leper grabs his large blade reflexively, his face hardening with a cold rage “Oh I see how they are now. People who profit off of the suffering of others, and cannot wait until they are the only option left.” He does not unsheath the blade, simply watching for now, suspicious.
"Oh, I would never force someone to pay for something I know they need... for example, you could use some painkillers, immunostims, and of course, a divine purge. Might as well dust the whole room while I'm at it. Hhhakekeke..." He draws a fistful of blue powder and throws it, creating a cloud that fills the room. For a second it burns like fire, then all the pain is gone. The pustules an the infected fade away and the decay reverses. The Leper feels better, but not cured. Cathan jitters into the room, breathing in the spices. "Isn't that better? Your body is overcharged, but not to the level mine is. Hakeke, that would tear those big muscles of yours apart..."
The Leper moves his hands away from his blade, breathing in as little of the dust as he can as he approaches the infected, going to comfort them as they return to their previous state, making sure not to contact skin as to prevent the passing of leprosy onto them, “I feel no better than I did before, the pain I once felt is simply faded. I do not wish to be freed of my pain, I was already free.”
"Then I am useless to you. Not to them, though. Help them if you want. I'm going to be purging the Blight from every sorry but of earth and meat I see."
“You are in more need than they are. I was like you once, I couldn’t stand out of fear that my legs would never move again, I am free of that fear, you should free yourself as well.” He hugs the infected.
"Then I am useless to you. Not to them, though. Help them if you want. I'm going to be purging the Blight from every sorry bit of earth and meat I see."
“You are in more need than they are. I was like you once, I couldn’t stand out of fear that my legs would never move again, I am free of that fear, you should free yourself as well.” He hugs the infected.
"Me? ME?! I am fearless! My spices drive! They keep me running when conventional medicine says my organs should fail and my muscles should decay! When therapists say that I should be lying in bed, screaming and crying, blood, tears, and lymph drying against the covers! I am pure! As I deserve! As everyone deserves!"
"Then I am useless to you. Not to them, though. Help them if you want. I'm going to be purging the Blight from every sorry bit of earth and meat I see."
“You are in more need than they are. I was like you once, I couldn’t stand out of fear that my legs would never move again, I am free of that fear, you should free yourself as well.” He hugs the infected.
"Me? ME?! I am fearless! My spices drive! They keep me running when conventional medicine says my organs should fail and my muscles should decay! When therapists say that I should be lying in bed, screaming and crying, blood, tears, and lymph drying against the covers! I am pure! As I deserve! As everyone deserves!"
“You are weaker than I. Surviving is not thriving my friend, I should have died a long time ago, but I have not yet died. I did not have any medicine to help me, I did not have a crutch, because I did not need one, all I needed was will power alone.” He stands up after comforting them once more.
R, B, and Y are back in a room, being henchmen to whoever needs them. The Red, Black, and Yellow creatures wearing the color-coded jumpsuits are playing cards or, more accurately, poker.
"Me? ME?! I am fearless! My spices drive! They keep me running when conventional medicine says my organs should fail and my muscles should decay! When therapists say that I should be lying in bed, screaming and crying, blood, tears, and lymph drying against the covers! I am pure! As I deserve! As everyone deserves!"
“You are weaker than I. Surviving is not thriving my friend, I should have died a long time ago, but I have not yet died. I did not have any medicine to help me, I did not have a crutch, because I did not need one, all I needed was will power alone.” He stands up after comforting them once more.
"Not every problem can be willed through, your highness!" He speaks with a bitter cruelness. "Ever heard of depression? Anxiety? PTSD? Ever had your flesh melted by your own people? Oh, wait, yes you have! Those knives were dosed with enough poison to kill an ox! You're strong. Good genetics. Good upbringing. Good heart. Not everyone has those. Don't you dare call me weak for not being as lucky as you. I had no choice or control for most of my life, and it was by blind luck that I had been skilled enough in spice alchemy to help myself. It was by blind luck that I could save my fellow soldiers from the gas that we made. It was by blind luck that I became as strong as I am now! I have worked ages for my power, for the strength to walk and breathe, and I got lucky enough for that to work out for me. Not everyone is so fortunate."
"Me? ME?! I am fearless! My spices drive! They keep me running when conventional medicine says my organs should fail and my muscles should decay! When therapists say that I should be lying in bed, screaming and crying, blood, tears, and lymph drying against the covers! I am pure! As I deserve! As everyone deserves!"
“You are weaker than I. Surviving is not thriving my friend, I should have died a long time ago, but I have not yet died. I did not have any medicine to help me, I did not have a crutch, because I did not need one, all I needed was will power alone.” He stands up after comforting them once more.
"Not every problem can be willed through, your highness!" He speaks with a bitter cruelness. "Ever heard of depression? Anxiety? PTSD? Ever had your flesh melted by your own people? Oh, wait, yes you have! Those knives were dosed with enough poison to kill an ox! You're strong. Good genetics. Good upbringing. Good heart. Not everyone has those. Don't you dare call me weak for not being as lucky as you. I had no choice or control for most of my life, and it was by blind luck that I had been skilled enough in spice alchemy to help myself. It was by blind luck that I could save my fellow soldiers from the gas that we made. It was by blind luck that I became as strong as I am now! I have worked ages for my power, for the strength to walk and breathe, and I got lucky enough for that to work out for me. Not everyone is so fortunate."
He stands up the moment he says lucky. He walks over to Cal, taking off his mask and looking him in the eyes “Do I look lucky to you? Every day my flesh falls off my body, I bleed with every movement, I cannot touch anyone with my hand again at the risk of spreading my affection. I may have survived the unsurvivable but that wasn’t because of luck.” He then reaches out his arms, and hugs Cal “We are brothers in suffering, we should not argue in this fashion.”
"Then I am useless to you. Not to them, though. Help them if you want. I'm going to be purging the Blight from every sorry but of earth and meat I see."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[does a funny little dance]*
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
*Cut for Jobah.*
Grove shushes him “Last I check, Thirteen doesn’t talk to inanimate suits of armor or Halloween decorations.”
No vitals, no nothing, until his eyes shoot open and his heart starts back up. He shoots up with a start “WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?!”
He turns his eyes up, and puts his bag of gold on the counter, still shaking.
“You are in more need than they are. I was like you once, I couldn’t stand out of fear that my legs would never move again, I am free of that fear, you should free yourself as well.” He hugs the infected.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen rolls his eyes and continues digging.
“The [gp] was that?!”
“Thank you for your purchase, good sir!” Klei says cheerfully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Me? ME?! I am fearless! My spices drive! They keep me running when conventional medicine says my organs should fail and my muscles should decay! When therapists say that I should be lying in bed, screaming and crying, blood, tears, and lymph drying against the covers! I am pure! As I deserve! As everyone deserves!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*OH THANK GOD YOU KNOW WILL MCDANIEL*
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 don’t [gp]ing know?!” He says, touching his chest confused.
He walks nearby, sitting down, having sensed that he is sick, he will help him later as he puts the picture into the frame.
*What if I don't?*
*What if I'm just messing with you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You are weaker than I. Surviving is not thriving my friend, I should have died a long time ago, but I have not yet died. I did not have any medicine to help me, I did not have a crutch, because I did not need one, all I needed was will power alone.” He stands up after comforting them once more.
“Has this happened before!!?”
Klei just watches him, his mind feeling rather fevered and imbalanced.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*anywhoozle, sillies time.*
R, B, and Y are back in a room, being henchmen to whoever needs them. The Red, Black, and Yellow creatures wearing the color-coded jumpsuits are playing cards or, more accurately, poker.
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
*If you didn't, I am about to be very very upset.*
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 happened after I ate a god heart. I guess this just happens now.”
Eventually he walks back over “You are diseased. Do you wish to have aid?”
"Not every problem can be willed through, your highness!" He speaks with a bitter cruelness. "Ever heard of depression? Anxiety? PTSD? Ever had your flesh melted by your own people? Oh, wait, yes you have! Those knives were dosed with enough poison to kill an ox! You're strong. Good genetics. Good upbringing. Good heart. Not everyone has those. Don't you dare call me weak for not being as lucky as you. I had no choice or control for most of my life, and it was by blind luck that I had been skilled enough in spice alchemy to help myself. It was by blind luck that I could save my fellow soldiers from the gas that we made. It was by blind luck that I became as strong as I am now! I have worked ages for my power, for the strength to walk and breathe, and I got lucky enough for that to work out for me. Not everyone is so fortunate."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's both. I do know him and I'm messing with you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ರ_ರ*
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 stands up the moment he says lucky. He walks over to Cal, taking off his mask and looking him in the eyes “Do I look lucky to you? Every day my flesh falls off my body, I bleed with every movement, I cannot touch anyone with my hand again at the risk of spreading my affection. I may have survived the unsurvivable but that wasn’t because of luck.” He then reaches out his arms, and hugs Cal “We are brothers in suffering, we should not argue in this fashion.”
*Don't get your infinity-ply paper towels in a twist. Drink yourself a Salty Gulp.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels