Thirteen is experimenting with his Klein bottle of magic blood.
Mauric is making poached ishkhan.
Riotan is buried up to his neck behind the inn, thinking things over.
"What is that?" Lacai asks, his cart of trinkets disappearing as he walks away from it and over to them.
The smell attracts Lilac, who slowly pads over to him.
"isn't this convenient? you're already practically buried." A voice calls out from behind him. it's a grating, psychotic tone.
"Necrichor. I'm testing its reflexes."
He carefully submerges the fish and then turns. "Hi!"
"This is how I sleep, [gp], leave me alone." His eyes never close, probably on account of a lack of eyelids.
"is that something you can mass-produce?" he asks, pulling out a notepad.
She sits down on her hinds, bowing politely. "Hello. I smelled food... I was wondering if I could have some in exchange for treasure."
"Oh, but we're about to have some fun!" he cackles, shoving his large, sharpened spoon into the dirt right next to their head.
“If there’s enough dead things…”
“Pfft, you don’t have to pay! Everyone should get to enjoy good food.”
“You think you scare me? I’ll [gp]ing pull off your skin, square inch by square inch, then force-feed you your own genitals, and then I’ll bisect you along your ears so your pretty face is completely unharmed.” He hisses.
He scribbles something down, nodding. "Uh-huh, uh-huh... I see. And how much would it cost to make or buy enough dead things?"
"Well then, might I have some food? in return, tommorow, I shall cook you a deer."
"Well aren't you a doll? nice enough to leave the moneymaker intact, huh?" he cackles again, pulling the spoon out of the ground and bending and smooching their forehead. He sits down in front of him "I take it back, you seem crazier than me."
“For this sample, only six dead rats. But the standard is a single average-sized humanoid.”
“Girl, I don’t need any kind of repayment. The joy of creation is enough to sustain me. It should be done in five minutes or so.”
Suddenly, Riotan bursts out of the ground like a sandworm and bites down on his head, his jaw splitting nearly all the way around his head. Attack: 29 Damage: 91 piercing damage plus 50 psychic damage.
"Six dead rats for that much? Perfect, you'll make two bottles with that amount, just half the size. how does 15 copper sound per bottle?"
"I request this as part of my culture... Allow me to repay your kindness, please." She bows again.
Rio's teeth sink into Xavier's skull, and he groans, feeling a splitting pain in his head. "Someone's... a bit... upset." he says when he manages to get away, panting. "Now, now. we can talk about this."
“I’m not a worker in your service. I am a man of magic and science. It is a simple alchemical ritual, and you only need study and learn to do it yourself.”
“Ah, fine. You’re too nice…”
Riotan leers down at Xavier. “Ohhhh no no no no no… you’re going to die now, you see.”
"Alright. 1 platinum for all the materials I need to learn to do so."
"Thank you, it will be a wonderful meal." she smiles
"Aww, what a buzzkill. Did I leave too much lipstick? Or am I wearing too much perfume?" he cackles, standing up with his spoon in hand. "Talk about a bad one night stand. See, you can't kill me, not without facing Saphuno at least. You'll probably kill me anyway, as i'm not in peak shape, and it'll get to her somehow. She'll be furious that her little brother has been murdered." he cackles again, pulling off his blindfold for the first time in a long while. His eyes are black pearls set into an emaciated skull.
*gn*
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Thirteen is experimenting with his Klein bottle of magic blood.
Mauric is making poached ishkhan.
Riotan is buried up to his neck behind the inn, thinking things over.
"What is that?" Lacai asks, his cart of trinkets disappearing as he walks away from it and over to them.
The smell attracts Lilac, who slowly pads over to him.
"isn't this convenient? you're already practically buried." A voice calls out from behind him. it's a grating, psychotic tone.
"Necrichor. I'm testing its reflexes."
He carefully submerges the fish and then turns. "Hi!"
"This is how I sleep, [gp], leave me alone." His eyes never close, probably on account of a lack of eyelids.
"is that something you can mass-produce?" he asks, pulling out a notepad.
She sits down on her hinds, bowing politely. "Hello. I smelled food... I was wondering if I could have some in exchange for treasure."
"Oh, but we're about to have some fun!" he cackles, shoving his large, sharpened spoon into the dirt right next to their head.
“If there’s enough dead things…”
“Pfft, you don’t have to pay! Everyone should get to enjoy good food.”
“You think you scare me? I’ll [gp]ing pull off your skin, square inch by square inch, then force-feed you your own genitals, and then I’ll bisect you along your ears so your pretty face is completely unharmed.” He hisses.
He scribbles something down, nodding. "Uh-huh, uh-huh... I see. And how much would it cost to make or buy enough dead things?"
"Well then, might I have some food? in return, tommorow, I shall cook you a deer."
"Well aren't you a doll? nice enough to leave the moneymaker intact, huh?" he cackles again, pulling the spoon out of the ground and bending and smooching their forehead. He sits down in front of him "I take it back, you seem crazier than me."
“For this sample, only six dead rats. But the standard is a single average-sized humanoid.”
“Girl, I don’t need any kind of repayment. The joy of creation is enough to sustain me. It should be done in five minutes or so.”
Suddenly, Riotan bursts out of the ground like a sandworm and bites down on his head, his jaw splitting nearly all the way around his head. Attack: 29 Damage: 91 piercing damage plus 50 psychic damage.
"Six dead rats for that much? Perfect, you'll make two bottles with that amount, just half the size. how does 15 copper sound per bottle?"
"I request this as part of my culture... Allow me to repay your kindness, please." She bows again.
Rio's teeth sink into Xavier's skull, and he groans, feeling a splitting pain in his head. "Someone's... a bit... upset." he says when he manages to get away, panting. "Now, now. we can talk about this."
“I’m not a worker in your service. I am a man of magic and science. It is a simple alchemical ritual, and you only need study and learn to do it yourself.”
“Ah, fine. You’re too nice…”
Riotan leers down at Xavier. “Ohhhh no no no no no… you’re going to die now, you see.”
"Alright. 1 platinum for all the materials I need to learn to do so."
"Thank you, it will be a wonderful meal." she smiles
"Aww, what a buzzkill. Did I leave too much lipstick? Or am I wearing too much perfume?" he cackles, standing up with his spoon in hand. "Talk about a bad one night stand. See, you can't kill me, not without facing Saphuno at least. You'll probably kill me anyway, as i'm not in peak shape, and it'll get to her somehow. She'll be furious that her little brother has been murdered." he cackles again, pulling off his blindfold for the first time in a long while. His eyes are black pearls set into an emaciated skull.
*gn*
"There are books in the adjacent library that explicitly state the processes of creation, one of which was written by me. I can provide you access to the requisite alchemical supplies, but I don't need money."
"I hope so." He turns back to the trout. "So who are you?"
Riotan stands over you, his hide glowing like Cherenkov radiation, his eyes inhuman and filled with unbridled hate. "Your sister can try. Maybe I'll kill her too, just for fun. Matter of fact, you deserve a special treat for this. I'll keep you alive, but only in pieces. And then... you can watch." With that, he summons his scimitar and submerges its blade in your neck, starting to drag it through your trachea and out the left side of your throat. Attack: 22 Damage: 17 slashing damage plus 36 acid damage.
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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.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
*It probably will, but it might be best to make his confidence conditional.*
*He's still a nervous guy, but he can at least function. True confidence and assertiveness still require that layer of separation.*
*Oh, and, while this hasn't really come up, one of his biggest traits is that he is a deceiver. He learns great truths and refuses to share them, whether due to his paranoia or his own brand of kindness.*
*It probably will, but it might be best to make his confidence conditional.*
*He's still a nervous guy, but he can at least function. True confidence and assertiveness still require that layer of separation.*
*Oh, and, while this hasn't really come up, one of his biggest traits is that he is a deceiver. He learns great truths and refuses to share them, whether due to his paranoia or his own brand of kindness.*
*Ah that’s going to make an interesting character. Would love to see those changes in action when I get the chance.*
"Alright. 1 platinum for all the materials I need to learn to do so."
"Thank you, it will be a wonderful meal." she smiles
"Aww, what a buzzkill. Did I leave too much lipstick? Or am I wearing too much perfume?" he cackles, standing up with his spoon in hand. "Talk about a bad one night stand. See, you can't kill me, not without facing Saphuno at least. You'll probably kill me anyway, as i'm not in peak shape, and it'll get to her somehow. She'll be furious that her little brother has been murdered." he cackles again, pulling off his blindfold for the first time in a long while. His eyes are black pearls set into an emaciated skull.
*gn*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
*guess people went to bed.*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
"There are books in the adjacent library that explicitly state the processes of creation, one of which was written by me. I can provide you access to the requisite alchemical supplies, but I don't need money."
"I hope so." He turns back to the trout. "So who are you?"
Riotan stands over you, his hide glowing like Cherenkov radiation, his eyes inhuman and filled with unbridled hate. "Your sister can try. Maybe I'll kill her too, just for fun. Matter of fact, you deserve a special treat for this. I'll keep you alive, but only in pieces. And then... you can watch." With that, he summons his scimitar and submerges its blade in your neck, starting to drag it through your trachea and out the left side of your throat. Attack: 22 Damage: 17 slashing damage plus 36 acid damage.
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 LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Morrow.*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*How you holding up?*
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
*Eh, got to go to work in a few minutes.*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*Imagine a world where everything is the same except we still had all those prehistoric ocean arthropods like Jaekelopterus and stuff*
*it would be horrific*
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
*Sorry I had to do stuff yesterday. I’m back now.*
*I made Max less of a coward.*
*This should help a bit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*It probably will, but it might be best to make his confidence conditional.*
*Can I throw myself in the river? The fish call me name so sweetly.*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*He's still a nervous guy, but he can at least function. True confidence and assertiveness still require that layer of separation.*
*Oh, and, while this hasn't really come up, one of his biggest traits is that he is a deceiver. He learns great truths and refuses to share them, whether due to his paranoia or his own brand of kindness.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Ah that’s going to make an interesting character. Would love to see those changes in action when I get the chance.*
*Please don’t, I’m a decent swimmer but I don’t know if I’m good enough to rescue someone.*
*Hmmm... when spring rolls around.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*But the fish promise me that the world underneath the water is beautiful and if I stay with them, I can be one.*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.
*Something tells me those are sirens, not fish.*
*The fish are just a dream. When you sleep, that is true fishhood.*
*The fish in the water are the devil, lurking, looming, tempting you to sin. Do not sleep with them.*
*You are a beautiful thing, and we don't deserve you among our ranks. The fish deserve you even less.*
*Need I list more reasons not to join the wet fishes?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*They look like salmon.*
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Alan Wake 2 answers the question of “What is art” by saying “Art is whatever the big evil lake likes”.