“I said what I said.” He says, looking up to the sky, rubbing his eyes with his bloody hands, regaining his original demonic form, horns protruding from his head, nails extending, skin turning blacker than the deepest void and body growing lankier.
She only gets more confused “Okay. So you walk around the forest looking for friends? Some people I guess.” She shrugs.
"Hmm. Not bad, but you're not exactly muscular enough to be my type."
"No. I just act kindly because it is the right thing to do. I isolate myself willingly for isolation is the fifth step to the achievement of fuller knowledge."
*Sorry I meant for Jobah.*
“Firstly, I couldn’t care less, secondly, you have a boyfriend, remember?” He says, looking down to himself and then to them.
Heriot stops trying to understand what they are trying to do, she is far from intelligent enough to possibly understand “Okay, well the forest is more populated did you think.”
"Yes of course, but I'm just trying to make a suggestion for the betterment of this form. Plus, you can shapeshift with full control, right? 'Cause if you couldn't, that would clearly indicate my advantage over you in that regard."
"I see." Eito looks around, their glowing eyes begetting no hint as to what's going on inside their mind.
“I cannot shapeshift at will in the same way that you can, as I am not truly… well it doesn’t matter. Sometimes I take the appearance of a human, sometimes I don’t, I like this form, it’s what I really look like.” He looks down to an arm “You really don’t think I’m muscular enough?” He asks, more curious than anything.
She walks over to them, wiping off her sweaty hand before offering it to them “I’m Heriot, and you are?”
“I said what I said.” He says, looking up to the sky, rubbing his eyes with his bloody hands, regaining his original demonic form, horns protruding from his head, nails extending, skin turning blacker than the deepest void and body growing lankier.
She only gets more confused “Okay. So you walk around the forest looking for friends? Some people I guess.” She shrugs.
"Hmm. Not bad, but you're not exactly muscular enough to be my type."
"No. I just act kindly because it is the right thing to do. I isolate myself willingly for isolation is the fifth step to the achievement of fuller knowledge."
*Sorry I meant for Jobah.*
“Firstly, I couldn’t care less, secondly, you have a boyfriend, remember?” He says, looking down to himself and then to them.
Heriot stops trying to understand what they are trying to do, she is far from intelligent enough to possibly understand “Okay, well the forest is more populated did you think.”
"Yes of course, but I'm just trying to make a suggestion for the betterment of this form. Plus, you can shapeshift with full control, right? 'Cause if you couldn't, that would clearly indicate my advantage over you in that regard."
"I see." Eito looks around, their glowing eyes begetting no hint as to what's going on inside their mind.
“I cannot shapeshift at will in the same way that you can, as I am not truly… well it doesn’t matter. Sometimes I take the appearance of a human, sometimes I don’t, I like this form, it’s what I really look like.” He looks down to an arm “You really don’t think I’m muscular enough?” He asks, more curious than anything.
She walks over to them, wiping off her sweaty hand before offering it to them “I’m Heriot, and you are?”
"Oh no, what works for you works for you, I was just making a wry comment. That's what I do."
Their hand is soft yet cold. "Eito."
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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.
*I need to find more whimsy/creepy songs so I can introduce myself with their lyrics…*
*rumor on the street is that her apples are delicious, Jury said she’s charming but her exes say she’s wicked! I swear to god, I saw her howling at the sky, she ain’t out to get you but she’s better on your side! She don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a Woman In Total Control Of Herself.*
He smiles at them “Just like the demon I used to be, confident and fun loving, it’s been centuries, even more than that since those days. Happy to see that someone holds that where I can’t.”
“That’s a good name, it sounds strong.” Her own contrasts, rough and hot, her war tattoos glowing softly on her body.
He smiles at them “Just like the demon I used to be, confident and fun loving, it’s been centuries, even more than that since those days. Happy to see that someone holds that where I can’t.”
“That’s a good name, it sounds strong.” Her own contrasts, rough and hot, her war tattoos glowing softly on her body.
"Awww, thanks." Rio sets the bodies aside, grinning.
"It merely means 'person'."
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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.
*is it possible I could get some descriptions for them?*
*Thirteen is a sun elf necromancer, writer, arcanist, and scientist; Mauric is a famed yet disgraced chef who works as the Inn's janitor; Loriche is a 900-year-old haunted suit of magical armor that lives in a camp in the woods surrounded by traps; Riotan is a yuan-ti malison-like demon prince who embodies hedonism, sexuality, and wanton violence; Eito is a black velvet humanoid filled with cold light that acts as a prophet for the enigmatic religion Kasinen*
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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.
*is it possible I could get some descriptions for them?*
*Thirteen is a sun elf necromancer, writer, arcanist, and scientist; Mauric is a famed yet disgraced chef who works as the Inn's janitor; Loriche is a 900-year-old haunted suit of magical armor that lives in a camp in the woods surrounded by traps; Riotan is a yuan-ti malison-like demon prince who embodies hedonism, sexuality, and wanton violence; Eito is a black velvet humanoid filled with cold light that acts as a prophet for the enigmatic religion Kasinen*
*may i please have Riotan and Thirteen?*
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“I cannot shapeshift at will in the same way that you can, as I am not truly… well it doesn’t matter. Sometimes I take the appearance of a human, sometimes I don’t, I like this form, it’s what I really look like.” He looks down to an arm “You really don’t think I’m muscular enough?” He asks, more curious than anything.
She walks over to them, wiping off her sweaty hand before offering it to them “I’m Heriot, and you are?”
*Dont be sorry, it’s okay, you’re okay, just reminding you in case you forgot, it’s all good.*
*how art thou, Jobah?*
"Oh no, what works for you works for you, I was just making a wry comment. That's what I do."
Their hand is soft yet cold. "Eito."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*👍*
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 need to find more whimsy/creepy songs so I can introduce myself with their lyrics…*
*rumor on the street is that her apples are delicious, Jury said she’s charming but her exes say she’s wicked! I swear to god, I saw her howling at the sky, she ain’t out to get you but she’s better on your side! She don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a Woman In Total Control Of Herself.*
*Cut for Jobah.*
He smiles at them “Just like the demon I used to be, confident and fun loving, it’s been centuries, even more than that since those days. Happy to see that someone holds that where I can’t.”
“That’s a good name, it sounds strong.” Her own contrasts, rough and hot, her war tattoos glowing softly on her body.
*very good. Now, have some snickerdoodles.*
*I should probably go to sleep now, goodbye my dear friends, I love all of you deeply, take care of yourselves.*
*buh-bye!*
"Awww, thanks." Rio sets the bodies aside, grinning.
"It merely means 'person'."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*nom*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*farvel*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪
*now, wanna roleplay?*
*sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*alright, who do you have?*
*Thirteen, Mauric, Loriche, Riotan, and Eito*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*is it possible I could get some descriptions for them?*
*Thirteen is a sun elf necromancer, writer, arcanist, and scientist; Mauric is a famed yet disgraced chef who works as the Inn's janitor; Loriche is a 900-year-old haunted suit of magical armor that lives in a camp in the woods surrounded by traps; Riotan is a yuan-ti malison-like demon prince who embodies hedonism, sexuality, and wanton violence; Eito is a black velvet humanoid filled with cold light that acts as a prophet for the enigmatic religion Kasinen*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*may i please have Riotan and Thirteen?*