“So… what brings you all to this part of the world?”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
"Souls have been coming out since it nears Hallow's Eve." It said, "They come out more frequently during this month it seems.."
She grins and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. A flame forms on the tip of her nail as she leans in and lights it.
“Ooh, spooky. Is something angering them?”
“Nice trick.” He comments.
"We do not know. We only know that our job must get done." The one in the demon mask says.
She raises a brow "Hm? oh, my nails. They are infernal sigil branded. Can snap my fingers and flames erupt from them." She explained.
“And once you’ve got everyone around here sent off to their proper place, where are you gonna go next?”
“I have something like that.” He says, shifting slightly. For a second, the light upon his scales illuminates thousands of abyssal runes, one on every single scale.
"Most likely wherever we are needed." The blank face says, picking at its food "Always somewhere new."
She watches in awe, grinning madly "What I wouldn't do to harvest your flesh to study!" she chirps.
“Sounds like a nice life. And you keep the lost spirits from turning into vengeful monsters or anything, so it’s sure that you’re always doing good.”
“I’m glad I found a kindred spirit the moment I arrived here.”
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
“Why?” She asks curiously. “The only way I can see that happening is if the ghosts you send back were, like, their family or friends or something and they wanted to see them again.”
“Mhm.” Riotan leans back slightly, seemingly pondering something.
"People think we are hurting them. We will admit, the tools we were given are a bit painful but the least painful out of what we were offered." The one in the burlap said, sighing "We do not like them being hurt you see..."
Stroth takes a drag of her cigarette,smoke curling in her lungs, and then she exhales it out.
“Hmm… hey, maybe I could help you with that. I’m really good at making tools and weapons. I could give you guys some different stuff to work with.”
“So do you think you could tell me more about yourself?” He asks her.
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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.
Xan smiles back and nods, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"I never got why people like cigars"
"This is a cigarette, not a cigar. Cigar's are bigger. I like them because they calm my nerves."
"guess that shows how little I know" he laughs
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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
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“So… what brings you all to this part of the world?”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
"Souls have been coming out since it nears Hallow's Eve." It said, "They come out more frequently during this month it seems.."
She grins and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. A flame forms on the tip of her nail as she leans in and lights it.
“Ooh, spooky. Is something angering them?”
“Nice trick.” He comments.
"We do not know. We only know that our job must get done." The one in the demon mask says.
She raises a brow "Hm? oh, my nails. They are infernal sigil branded. Can snap my fingers and flames erupt from them." She explained.
“And once you’ve got everyone around here sent off to their proper place, where are you gonna go next?”
“I have something like that.” He says, shifting slightly. For a second, the light upon his scales illuminates thousands of abyssal runes, one on every single scale.
"Most likely wherever we are needed." The blank face says, picking at its food "Always somewhere new."
She watches in awe, grinning madly "What I wouldn't do to harvest your flesh to study!" she chirps.
“Sounds like a nice life. And you keep the lost spirits from turning into vengeful monsters or anything, so it’s sure that you’re always doing good.”
“I’m glad I found a kindred spirit the moment I arrived here.”
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
“Why?” She asks curiously. “The only way I can see that happening is if the ghosts you send back were, like, their family or friends or something and they wanted to see them again.”
“Mhm.” Riotan leans back slightly, seemingly pondering something.
"People think we are hurting them. We will admit, the tools we were given are a bit painful but the least painful out of what we were offered." The one in the burlap said, sighing "We do not like them being hurt you see..."
Stroth takes a drag of her cigarette,smoke curling in her lungs, and then she exhales it out.
“Hmm… hey, maybe I could help you with that. I’m really good at making tools and weapons. I could give you guys some different stuff to work with.”
“So do you think you could tell me more about yourself?” He asks her.
"We would need something that could snare a spirit without burning them like our whips do. Or perhaps a brand that doesn't either.."
"Hm, fine then." She says, giving a sly grin "My name is Stroth. I am 183, give or take five years. I consider myself the ugliest creature on this planet." She laughs to herself "and I am trying to kill the gods at the present moment."
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." She rolls her eyes.
Xan smiles back and nods, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"I never got why people like cigars"
"This is a cigarette, not a cigar. Cigar's are bigger. I like them because they calm my nerves."
"guess that shows how little I know" he laughs
"Believe me, dont try them. Their expensive, taste horrible, and not at all worth it."
"bit hypocritical don't you think?"
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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
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." She rolls her eyes.
He laughs, his grey eyes looking deeply into her's "That's truer than almost anything else."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." She rolls her eyes.
He laughs, his grey eyes looking deeply into her's "That's truer than almost anything else."
Her eyes are bright orange with slit-like pupils. The outer edge is flecked with a mixture of gold and black. She sips hers slowly, nodding "I do suppose it is."
“So… what brings you all to this part of the world?”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
"Souls have been coming out since it nears Hallow's Eve." It said, "They come out more frequently during this month it seems.."
She grins and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. A flame forms on the tip of her nail as she leans in and lights it.
“Ooh, spooky. Is something angering them?”
“Nice trick.” He comments.
"We do not know. We only know that our job must get done." The one in the demon mask says.
She raises a brow "Hm? oh, my nails. They are infernal sigil branded. Can snap my fingers and flames erupt from them." She explained.
“And once you’ve got everyone around here sent off to their proper place, where are you gonna go next?”
“I have something like that.” He says, shifting slightly. For a second, the light upon his scales illuminates thousands of abyssal runes, one on every single scale.
"Most likely wherever we are needed." The blank face says, picking at its food "Always somewhere new."
She watches in awe, grinning madly "What I wouldn't do to harvest your flesh to study!" she chirps.
“Sounds like a nice life. And you keep the lost spirits from turning into vengeful monsters or anything, so it’s sure that you’re always doing good.”
“I’m glad I found a kindred spirit the moment I arrived here.”
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
“Why?” She asks curiously. “The only way I can see that happening is if the ghosts you send back were, like, their family or friends or something and they wanted to see them again.”
“Mhm.” Riotan leans back slightly, seemingly pondering something.
"People think we are hurting them. We will admit, the tools we were given are a bit painful but the least painful out of what we were offered." The one in the burlap said, sighing "We do not like them being hurt you see..."
Stroth takes a drag of her cigarette,smoke curling in her lungs, and then she exhales it out.
“Hmm… hey, maybe I could help you with that. I’m really good at making tools and weapons. I could give you guys some different stuff to work with.”
“So do you think you could tell me more about yourself?” He asks her.
"We would need something that could snare a spirit without burning them like our whips do. Or perhaps a brand that doesn't either.."
"Hm, fine then." She says, giving a sly grin "My name is Stroth. I am 183, give or take five years. I consider myself the ugliest creature on this planet." She laughs to herself "and I am trying to kill the gods at the present moment."
“What about just… a net? If you need to grab them?”
“You’re the furthest thing from ugly I can even think of. And do you mean some specific gods, or just all of them in general?”
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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.
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." She rolls her eyes.
He laughs, his grey eyes looking deeply into her's "That's truer than almost anything else."
Her eyes are bright orange with slit-like pupils. The outer edge is flecked with a mixture of gold and black. She sips hers slowly, nodding "I do suppose it is."
His own eyes have a unique soullessness to them, rather than being dead on the outside they seen dead within. He begins to work on the other organs from the angel, slicing them with a scalpel.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." She rolls her eyes.
He laughs, his grey eyes looking deeply into her's "That's truer than almost anything else."
Her eyes are bright orange with slit-like pupils. The outer edge is flecked with a mixture of gold and black. She sips hers slowly, nodding "I do suppose it is."
His own eyes have a unique soullessness to them, rather than being dead on the outside they seen dead within. He begins to work on the other organs from the angel, slicing them with a scalpel.
She watches, her chin propped up in her open palm.
"You will disappear whether you do or not." His tendrils whip out to wrap around one of their throats. Raw soulstuff with the strength of a Demon Prince. He lifts them off the ground, effectively hanging them. He doesn't look malicious. Not angry, not happy. Very little anything, other than a hint of sadness. "I want to speak with your employer. I assume he will want to speak with me as well, else he will suffer from an acute lack of employees."
"P-Please" They weakly protest, not fighting back. They refuse to fight back. He can feel the gears clicking desperately under their clothes "W-We can't! We truly cannot!"
He lifts up a hand as the tentacle lifts the Wrangler up higher. His hand shakes. He throws them to the ground. "I like you. I truly do. And I hate hurting people, even mechanical ones. But if you keep doing this I will have to hurt you very, very badly. I have no other options. You are hurting the lost because they are lost. Do you know how much that pains me to see?" Tears form in his eyes. "You've given me an impossible dilemma. I work every day with such things, but I can usually give them to my advisors and ethics committees. This is not one of those things. I gave you a choice, but your very nature took it away from you. None of this is your fault. I am not angry at you."
He pulls out a cease and desist notice and writes his name on it in glowing red ink. "No more Spirit Wranglers. If you catch one more soul, I will immediately know the location of your employer and have legal right to collect their soul. Is this clear enough for your understanding?"
She snorts, rolling her eyes "I used to have a friend like that..." She taps her nails against the mug, staring at the liquid in it before snapping her eyes up and grinning "But your's sounds like a handful."
He shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." She rolls her eyes.
He laughs, his grey eyes looking deeply into her's "That's truer than almost anything else."
Her eyes are bright orange with slit-like pupils. The outer edge is flecked with a mixture of gold and black. She sips hers slowly, nodding "I do suppose it is."
His own eyes have a unique soullessness to them, rather than being dead on the outside they seen dead within. He begins to work on the other organs from the angel, slicing them with a scalpel.
She watches, her chin propped up in her open palm.
He moves with the expertise of a surgeon, taking apart a liver after emptying it, humming to himself with a slight smile "Hope this works."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"You will disappear whether you do or not." His tendrils whip out to wrap around one of their throats. Raw soulstuff with the strength of a Demon Prince. He lifts them off the ground, effectively hanging them. He doesn't look malicious. Not angry, not happy. Very little anything, other than a hint of sadness. "I want to speak with your employer. I assume he will want to speak with me as well, else he will suffer from an acute lack of employees."
"P-Please" They weakly protest, not fighting back. They refuse to fight back. He can feel the gears clicking desperately under their clothes "W-We can't! We truly cannot!"
He lifts up a hand as the tentacle lifts the Wrangler up higher. His hand shakes. He throws them to the ground. "I like you. I truly do. And I hate hurting people, even mechanical ones. But if you keep doing this I will have to hurt you very, very badly. I have no other options. You are hurting the lost because they are lost. Do you know how much that pains me to see?" Tears form in his eyes. "You've given me an impossible dilemma. I work every day with such things, but I can usually give them to my advisors and ethics committees. This is not one of those things. I gave you a choice, but your very nature took it away from you. None of this is your fault. I am not angry at you."
He pulls out a cease and desist notice and writes his name on it in glowing red ink. "No more Spirit Wranglers. If you catch one more soul, I will immediately know the location of your employer and have legal right to collect their soul. Is this clear enough for your understanding?"
They look at it and then at each other. Suddenly, a voice unlike any of theirs starts speaking from their mouths.
"Gods, I thought I finally had a day off. Apparently not." A male voice grumbles, a slightly buzzing heard in the background "Please my creations alone, they are simply doing their job which is their one task." He says, as if reading off a script "My name is Johnny Buzz, I own the 'John Buzz' weaponry manufacturers. For centuries the mortal plane has had the unfortunate issue of experiencing hauntings. These are lost spirits that didn't pass on to the afterlife. My creations, The Soul Ranchers, are designed to send these spirits back to their rightful plane." It says and shuffling of papers is stopped "In other words, stop doing whatever the [GP] it is you are doing and let them do their job."
“Hmm… hey, maybe I could help you with that. I’m really good at making tools and weapons. I could give you guys some different stuff to work with.”
“So do you think you could tell me more about yourself?” He asks her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"guess that shows how little I know" he laughs
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 shakes his head knowingly "He is a handful. Every day is an adventure with that idiot, it may be annoying, but it's fun too." He finishes his drink, looking slightly tipsy, his jet black hair coming more undone "It's nothing new though."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"We would need something that could snare a spirit without burning them like our whips do. Or perhaps a brand that doesn't either.."
"Hm, fine then." She says, giving a sly grin "My name is Stroth. I am 183, give or take five years. I consider myself the ugliest creature on this planet." She laughs to herself "and I am trying to kill the gods at the present moment."
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, dont try them. Their expensive, taste horrible, and not at all worth 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
"But of course, friends by your side make things better." 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
*Anybody want to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"bit hypocritical don't you think?"
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 laughs, his grey eyes looking deeply into her's "That's truer than almost anything else."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Mn, just warning you is all." He said, chuckling.
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
Her eyes are bright orange with slit-like pupils. The outer edge is flecked with a mixture of gold and black. She sips hers slowly, nodding "I do suppose it is."
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 about just… a net? If you need to grab them?”
“You’re the furthest thing from ugly I can even think of. And do you mean some specific gods, or just all of them in general?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His own eyes have a unique soullessness to them, rather than being dead on the outside they seen dead within. He begins to work on the other organs from the angel, slicing them with a scalpel.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Grab em." he said "If you do it with more than one... things get.... messy."
She snorts "Now that's a brazen lie but sure, believe that if you wish." She says "and each and everyone of them."
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 watches, her chin propped up in her open palm.
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 lifts up a hand as the tentacle lifts the Wrangler up higher. His hand shakes. He throws them to the ground. "I like you. I truly do. And I hate hurting people, even mechanical ones. But if you keep doing this I will have to hurt you very, very badly. I have no other options. You are hurting the lost because they are lost. Do you know how much that pains me to see?" Tears form in his eyes. "You've given me an impossible dilemma. I work every day with such things, but I can usually give them to my advisors and ethics committees. This is not one of those things. I gave you a choice, but your very nature took it away from you. None of this is your fault. I am not angry at you."
He pulls out a cease and desist notice and writes his name on it in glowing red ink. "No more Spirit Wranglers. If you catch one more soul, I will immediately know the location of your employer and have legal right to collect their soul. Is this clear enough for your understanding?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He moves with the expertise of a surgeon, taking apart a liver after emptying it, humming to himself with a slight smile "Hope this works."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Oh. I phrased that wrong. I meant, if you need to grab them, would just a net work?”
“You’ve got a lot of work ahead of you. Hope you have good financial backing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They look at it and then at each other. Suddenly, a voice unlike any of theirs starts speaking from their mouths.
"Gods, I thought I finally had a day off. Apparently not." A male voice grumbles, a slightly buzzing heard in the background "Please my creations alone, they are simply doing their job which is their one task." He says, as if reading off a script "My name is Johnny Buzz, I own the 'John Buzz' weaponry manufacturers. For centuries the mortal plane has had the unfortunate issue of experiencing hauntings. These are lost spirits that didn't pass on to the afterlife. My creations, The Soul Ranchers, are designed to send these spirits back to their rightful plane." It says and shuffling of papers is stopped "In other words, stop doing whatever the [GP] it is you are doing and let them do their job."
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 do you plan to use them for?" She asked.
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