*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
"Cassandra Quinn" she hands ambrosia a buisness card that shimmers in the light. It appears to be just reflective silver, but at the right angle "The Looking Glass" can be seen. The text below that reads "Forms Changed, Advice given, Appearances Improved,"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I don't say this nearly enough to y'all but I deeply cherish the people that you are, were, and will become. I know most of us will never meet in real life never get to shake each other's hand, hug one another, but these times on DDB like today, I realize how lucky I am to have met each and everyone of you. You have all taught me something different about the world that I would've been blind to if I had never had met you. You have let me experience emotions I don't think I would've had ever been able to experience if I hadn't been on here. I love you all so much and you mean more to me than anything in this world or the next.*
*love you too man, but always remember, I have a car and I will haul *ss to see any of you if you ever want me to or need me to.*
*I'm in Rhode Island so that may be a long haul XD*
*Sweet, I can pick up jobah on the way. Wanna rp?*
*Sure. I am thinking of creating an married pair of NPC's who are self aware who runs bar and are parental in nature.*
*Sweet.*
*want me to help, or?*
*if not, who you want?*
*Uhhh I suppose I'll take anyone you are willing to give me.*
*you're not making my life easy.*
Omi, Sam, and Yuki are having a meeting, discussing when to shift seasons.
The un-named twins are tottering about the inn
Toothless is sniffing about for Nik.
They feel a presence, the ait becomes heavy. "Hello little ones.." a sweet voice seems to mock them from the darkness.
Minnie watches them, knitting a sweater for Tim.
Nik is outside, smoking while trying to beat an old woman at Majong.
Simultaneously, all of them growl slightly, feeling disconcerted by the presence. "More Unwanted guests... I don't have the note anymore!" "W-wait, what do you mean 'The Note,' Omi?..."
They look at each other, spitting images of their father, Alix, before back at the woman
he whispers something in their ear, advice. and then a greeting. "I've been looking for you, mister."
The voice laughs "Ah, you gods, trying to always be the best you can be.. makes me laugh"
Minnie smiles and waves "Ello loves."
Nik smiles and fixes his glasses "Been missing you actually."
"You can tell us what you want or you can leave us alone, we're quite busy. " Yuki snarls, constantly turning to find the voice.
Silence befalls them, and they look at each other again. They both approach slowly
"Well isn't that a nice timing? Are you really gambling with an old lady?"
They can't seem to find it but animals seem to appear. Foxes, Faerie Dragons, Walking Mushrooms, Wolves, Stags, Deer, Bears, Skunks, the whole lot of them suddenly watching them all. "I could smell ye all from miles and miles away."
Minnie pulls Coconut, a small brown mouse wearing a little sweater, out from the nest he made in her hair. It stands in its hind legs and sniffs the air.
"Yep, and getting my butt kicked by her." He chuckles.
"And yet your nap made you look more stupid." she smirks
"No, I don't drink anymore..." he says, pushing the glass away
"I will cherish every moment with him. He is the love of my life, and our children will carry his legacy."
He mock looks hurt "Oh, wounded by my own daughter, such a tragic moment."
She raises an eyebrow, making one of the glasses disappear "Mmm. Unfortunate I suppose. Why would that be?" She licks her fangs.
She smiles "Sounds like you're going to treat him right, sister." She tosses a gem between her hands, chuckling.
"Yeah yeah, tell it to shakespeare." she tilts her head. "Mom know you were out dying in the mud?"
"I need to find better ways to live... My old ones were horrid."
"No, it is I who does not deserve him... I owe him my life, twice I believe."
"Hopefully not, I don't want to worry her any more than I already do." He gets off the table, sitting in a chair "Oh, and I'm going to kill Tony."
"What would those old ones be?" She asks, pouring herself a glass of wine, smelling of blood.
"Sounds like he'll make a good husband, Jax has saved more than just my life. I'll love him as long as I live for that."
Her face drains of color, and she becomes panicked. "W-whoah, w-what? N-no, you cant!"
"Murdering for no reason... I was... insane."
"We've both found somebody special, huh?" she says, tearing up a bit.
He shakes his head “I certainly can, and I definitely will. I heard what he asked of you while drunk, so I’m going to kill him.”
She tilts her head, seemingly confused, “Insane? Do you think I’m insane then?” She gives another predatory smile.
She hugs them, “I’m happy you found yours, I’m happy I found mine. I hope every moment is better than the last with yours.”
"How I deal with my boyfriend is my business, now back the [GP] off." She says the last 5 words aggressively, poking a finger in his chest with each one.
"Do you kill? Do you kill innocent people, and dismember them in horrid ways?" he asks, offended slightly.
She hugs back, smiling and wiping her tears away. "We need to do a double bridal shower."
“My son in law is my business. I don’t want my son in law to end up like, let’s say his father in law for example. I don’t need you dating a degenerate.” He says, remaining calm.
“And oh are they delicious when I take them apart and eat every little bit of them. Their fear makes them so, so very tasty indeed.”
“Definitely, we should begin planning.” She says, going to find them a dress for their wedding, helping them find one.
"I'm stronger than him, and if he becomes an issue, I can dispose of him my way. Please, don't control this aspect of my life, you've no right."
"Well, I don't want to be that person anymore." he says, feeling very uncomfortable. He calls out quietly to the duchess again.
*good end?*
He sighs, leaning back in his chair, shaking his head “It’s your life, I’m not going to control anything. Next time I say I’m going to kill him, I’ll say it for my own reasons, okay?”
She sighs, blinking, her eyes slitting “Do you want them to save you? Fine, but I will return.” She blinks again, and the blood red in her eyes fades. She tilts her head “You called?”
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
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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.
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
"Cassandra Quinn" she hands ambrosia a buisness card that shimmers in the light. It appears to be just reflective silver, but at the right angle "The Looking Glass" can be seen. The text below that reads "Forms Changed, Advice given, Appearances Improved,"
She takes the card, before immediately tossing it away, “That seems interesting to some, but not to me. I hope your business goes well. Have you used your magic on yourself, or are you naturally that beautiful? I am almost jealous.”
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
"Cassandra Quinn" she hands ambrosia a buisness card that shimmers in the light. It appears to be just reflective silver, but at the right angle "The Looking Glass" can be seen. The text below that reads "Forms Changed, Advice given, Appearances Improved,"
She takes the card, before immediately tossing it away, “That seems interesting to some, but not to me. I hope your business goes well. Have you used your magic on yourself, or are you naturally that beautiful? I am almost jealous.”
She blushes, but it doesn't seem to be coming from the flattery. She looks almost embarrassed. "Here and there" she quickly recovers
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
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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 don't say this nearly enough to y'all but I deeply cherish the people that you are, were, and will become. I know most of us will never meet in real life never get to shake each other's hand, hug one another, but these times on DDB like today, I realize how lucky I am to have met each and everyone of you. You have all taught me something different about the world that I would've been blind to if I had never had met you. You have let me experience emotions I don't think I would've had ever been able to experience if I hadn't been on here. I love you all so much and you mean more to me than anything in this world or the next.*
*love you too man, but always remember, I have a car and I will haul *ss to see any of you if you ever want me to or need me to.*
*I'm in Rhode Island so that may be a long haul XD*
*Sweet, I can pick up jobah on the way. Wanna rp?*
*Sure. I am thinking of creating an married pair of NPC's who are self aware who runs bar and are parental in nature.*
*Sweet.*
*want me to help, or?*
*if not, who you want?*
*Uhhh I suppose I'll take anyone you are willing to give me.*
*you're not making my life easy.*
Omi, Sam, and Yuki are having a meeting, discussing when to shift seasons.
The un-named twins are tottering about the inn
Toothless is sniffing about for Nik.
They feel a presence, the ait becomes heavy. "Hello little ones.." a sweet voice seems to mock them from the darkness.
Minnie watches them, knitting a sweater for Tim.
Nik is outside, smoking while trying to beat an old woman at Majong.
Simultaneously, all of them growl slightly, feeling disconcerted by the presence. "More Unwanted guests... I don't have the note anymore!" "W-wait, what do you mean 'The Note,' Omi?..."
They look at each other, spitting images of their father, Alix, before back at the woman
he whispers something in their ear, advice. and then a greeting. "I've been looking for you, mister."
The voice laughs "Ah, you gods, trying to always be the best you can be.. makes me laugh"
Minnie smiles and waves "Ello loves."
Nik smiles and fixes his glasses "Been missing you actually."
"You can tell us what you want or you can leave us alone, we're quite busy. " Yuki snarls, constantly turning to find the voice.
Silence befalls them, and they look at each other again. They both approach slowly
"Well isn't that a nice timing? Are you really gambling with an old lady?"
They can't seem to find it but animals seem to appear. Foxes, Faerie Dragons, Walking Mushrooms, Wolves, Stags, Deer, Bears, Skunks, the whole lot of them suddenly watching them all. "I could smell ye all from miles and miles away."
Minnie pulls Coconut, a small brown mouse wearing a little sweater, out from the nest he made in her hair. It stands in its hind legs and sniffs the air.
"Yep, and getting my butt kicked by her." He chuckles.
"You'd have to be nose-blind not to." Omi snarls softly. "H-hey, guys, we can talk this out, right?..."
The twins approach quicker, waving politely.
he sits next to them. "That's... actually really sad."
Suddenly, before them all stands a beautiful woman. She rides on the back of a white stag with glowing antlers. The animals follows her along with dryad who wear beautiful gowns of flowers. The woman seems to be fey in question, long pointed ears poking out from her long raven hair that flows around her like a cape. She wears a shoulderless white gown with black accents and a woven belt made of golden branches. Around her wrists and the crown of her head are a circlet and bracelets made from black thorns. Her eyes are cat-like, with slit pupils backed by green. Just above her collarbone is a necklace of gold with a tie pin at its center. She smiles mischievously "Well well well... Look at you all."
Coconut jumps from her to them, nuzzling them happily. Minnie chuckles "He likes you!"
"Good enough for me." She sighs, sitting back down. "He made one mistake, not like you've not made several."
"Oh..." he says softly, now realizing her tormentor and her observer are one and the same. "I was... visited by somebody, but I did not realize you and her shared a body..."
Lacai is preparing for his next round about the realm.
He sighs “I regret those mistakes I made, and I don’t want to see them repeated in someone else. I’m sorry Domino.” He says genuinely meaning it.
She sighs, shaking her head, seemingly sorry “I… I wish that I could change that, but I cannot. I will try to keep them from getting to you, if that makes it any better. If not, I will try to avoid you entirely.”
Dracula comes over, carrying a large stack of books, some his, some not “Are we going soon?”
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
"Cassandra Quinn" she hands ambrosia a buisness card that shimmers in the light. It appears to be just reflective silver, but at the right angle "The Looking Glass" can be seen. The text below that reads "Forms Changed, Advice given, Appearances Improved,"
She takes the card, before immediately tossing it away, “That seems interesting to some, but not to me. I hope your business goes well. Have you used your magic on yourself, or are you naturally that beautiful? I am almost jealous.”
She blushes, but it doesn't seem to be coming from the flattery. She looks almost embarrassed. "Here and there" she quickly recovers
She tilts her head “Oh did that get to you? I love when I can find something like that in someone.” She waves her hand “Eternal beauty doesn’t compare to short lived, natural beauty.”
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
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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.
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
"Cassandra Quinn" she hands ambrosia a buisness card that shimmers in the light. It appears to be just reflective silver, but at the right angle "The Looking Glass" can be seen. The text below that reads "Forms Changed, Advice given, Appearances Improved,"
She takes the card, before immediately tossing it away, “That seems interesting to some, but not to me. I hope your business goes well. Have you used your magic on yourself, or are you naturally that beautiful? I am almost jealous.”
She blushes, but it doesn't seem to be coming from the flattery. She looks almost embarrassed. "Here and there" she quickly recovers
She tilts her head “Oh did that get to you? I love when I can find something like that in someone.” She waves her hand “Eternal beauty doesn’t compare to short lived, natural beauty.”
"Well, it's mostly natural. And don't lie to yourself; nothing is eternal"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*also villain time, a little bit for fry since they wanted to fight them*
It's towards the end of the day for the carnival, and one of the ending shows is in the middle of performing. Clover, the jester, and his various fools are on stage. The jester is dressed in a black and red diamond patterned jester outfit, with a white smiling mask covering his face, and messy white hair sticking out from under their hat. The seem to be doing some sort of card trick, calling on an audience member to come pick a card, "Now, pick any card you'd like, I swear they don't bite" He says with an audible grin in his tone
A short half-elven girl comes to the front of the audience and picks a card
The cars looks to be a modified tarot card of 'the hanged man'. The jester tilts his head, "How fun!" He says,
Dex save?
15
A rope lashes out of the card, wrapping around her wrists and neck, lifting her off the ground, "Oh my, I'd puty a fool who get stuck in this" The jester says, resulting in an odd sounding laugh from the audience
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"Cassandra Quinn" she hands ambrosia a buisness card that shimmers in the light. It appears to be just reflective silver, but at the right angle "The Looking Glass" can be seen. The text below that reads "Forms Changed, Advice given, Appearances Improved,"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Thirteen notices him while surrounded by skeletons and shadows. "Hello."
Rio tastes his blood in the air and suddenly snaps out of his reverie. He jumps down and hurries over.
Eito looks up. "Much time has passed since our last meeting..."
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 can't seem to find it but animals seem to appear. Foxes, Faerie Dragons, Walking Mushrooms, Wolves, Stags, Deer, Bears, Skunks, the whole lot of them suddenly watching them all. "I could smell ye all from miles and miles away."
Minnie pulls Coconut, a small brown mouse wearing a little sweater, out from the nest he made in her hair. It stands in its hind legs and sniffs the air.
"Yep, and getting my butt kicked by her." 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
He sighs, leaning back in his chair, shaking his head “It’s your life, I’m not going to control anything. Next time I say I’m going to kill him, I’ll say it for my own reasons, okay?”
She sighs, blinking, her eyes slitting “Do you want them to save you? Fine, but I will return.” She blinks again, and the blood red in her eyes fades. She tilts her head “You called?”
*Of course.*
*who's the first one for?*
"Yeah... just thinking. Also, your golden form is really cool."
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 takes the card, before immediately tossing it away, “That seems interesting to some, but not to me. I hope your business goes well. Have you used your magic on yourself, or are you naturally that beautiful? I am almost jealous.”
, Thirteen.,
"Aw, thank you! Also what are ya thinking about.?"
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 blushes, but it doesn't seem to be coming from the flattery. She looks almost embarrassed. "Here and there" she quickly recovers
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Thirteen gathers his host of the dead around him like a phalanx and slowly approaches.
"Just, you know, life. How it's unfolding and what I'm gonna do going forward. I never thought much about the future but a relationship changes you, doesn't it?" He muses.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Suddenly, before them all stands a beautiful woman. She rides on the back of a white stag with glowing antlers. The animals follows her along with dryad who wear beautiful gowns of flowers. The woman seems to be fey in question, long pointed ears poking out from her long raven hair that flows around her like a cape. She wears a shoulderless white gown with black accents and a woven belt made of golden branches. Around her wrists and the crown of her head are a circlet and bracelets made from black thorns. Her eyes are cat-like, with slit pupils backed by green. Just above her collarbone is a necklace of gold with a tie pin at its center. She smiles mischievously "Well well well... Look at you all."
Coconut jumps from her to them, nuzzling them happily. Minnie chuckles "He likes you!"
"Incredibly so." 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
He sighs “I regret those mistakes I made, and I don’t want to see them repeated in someone else. I’m sorry Domino.” He says genuinely meaning it.
She sighs, shaking her head, seemingly sorry “I… I wish that I could change that, but I cannot. I will try to keep them from getting to you, if that makes it any better. If not, I will try to avoid you entirely.”
Dracula comes over, carrying a large stack of books, some his, some not “Are we going soon?”
The air quickly gets more radioactive, the ground around them dying as a result.
"I suppose. I mean, I used to be a feral dog, now look at me... Buying a home."
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 brings you to such a desolate place?"
Rio picks him up easily and carries him inside.
"Companion? A generous epithet. Fewer than a dozen meetings and a single dalliance warrant such wanton closeness?"
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 tilts her head “Oh did that get to you? I love when I can find something like that in someone.” She waves her hand “Eternal beauty doesn’t compare to short lived, natural beauty.”
Thirteen stays back, worried for his safety, but sends a single skeleton forth. Since its cells are all dead, radiation-formed cancers can't harm it.
"Really?" He sits up.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, it's mostly natural. And don't lie to yourself; nothing is eternal"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)