I've got this strength, hear it in my voice... Barlowe the demon is chopping up firewood, his big muscles making short work of the logs. He hums in celestial, dusts off his hands, and pulls up his belt, sloshing the beer in his big gut.
On every wavelength, the choirs rejoice... Felix is in the tavern, listening to his own voice on the radio. The song is more hopeful than you would expect, but he doesn't look happy about it.
I sense them getting closer, pray that I maintain composure... Oswald is increasing security around the factory, automating guardposts and threat detection systems.
I'll just sing...
Loriche watches him from a good distance away.
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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.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for you?”
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
Thirteen approaches closer, trying to discern the nature of him.
“But this is the wilderness! She deserves natural meat to grow up strong.”
“I know. And I’m just fine. So have you thought about my offer one way or the other?”
As he gets closer, the man suddenly whips around and faces him. "Hello there concerned citizens. How're you?"
"Agreed, which is why.-" he holds up the fish he caught.
"I did and I say let's do this." She smiles.
"Uh. Quite well, thanks."
"Oh good. You know, I've seen these things called displacer beasts which look the same as normal cats when they're little. What if our friend here is one of those? That'd be cool."
Rio nods solemnly. "Well then, allow me a minute to set this back up. There's also some ritual stuff you'll need to hold and use. Once I'm done, lie down in the center of the circle."
"Very good, I am glad to hear it!" He says, beaming.
"I don't see any sort of tentacles coming from its back though."
She nods and stands up, watching and helping the best she can.
"Not to be impolite, but who are you?"
"Yeah but that could be since she's a baby." Loriche gets up and looks at the cat closely. Nature: 6
Rio pulls out a moray eel and begins daubing its blood to create this symbol. He then takes out a crown of twisted wires with twelve pearls linking the wires together. "Alright, put this on and lie down." He then starts setting up black candles at the points of the star.
"My name is Russel! I am now the new protector of this town and are, sent to you specifically by the THA!"
From what she can tell, it's just a cat.
She takes it and turns to face him "What will this do?"
I've got this strength, hear it in my voice... Barlowe the demon is chopping up firewood, his big muscles making short work of the logs. He hums in celestial, dusts off his hands, and pulls up his belt, sloshing the beer in his big gut.
On every wavelength, the choirs rejoice... Felix is in the tavern, listening to his own voice on the radio. The song is more hopeful than you would expect, but he doesn't look happy about it.
I sense them getting closer, pray that I maintain composure... Oswald is increasing security around the factory, automating guardposts and threat detection systems.
I'll just sing...
Harlow is in a nearby lake, submerged in the deeper end to gather up samples of the streams water.
Angél walks over, dressed in thick woolen clothing to keep himself warm. He carries a ceramic pot with him.
Yuri, of course, is being an arse and testing the security out.
The big man wades in after him, cleaning the sweat off himself in the process. He stands beside Harlow at the bottom of the lake, looking over his shoulder.
Felix raises his face off the bar. "Hey, Angel. How've you been?"
It detects her flawlessly, even through invisibility and glamour, but does not engage.
I've got this strength, hear it in my voice... Barlowe the demon is chopping up firewood, his big muscles making short work of the logs. He hums in celestial, dusts off his hands, and pulls up his belt, sloshing the beer in his big gut.
On every wavelength, the choirs rejoice... Felix is in the tavern, listening to his own voice on the radio. The song is more hopeful than you would expect, but he doesn't look happy about it.
I sense them getting closer, pray that I maintain composure... Oswald is increasing security around the factory, automating guardposts and threat detection systems.
I'll just sing...
Loriche watches him from a good distance away.
He turns his goat-skull head and waves, setting down the axe and picking up another beer.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for you?”
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
Thirteen approaches closer, trying to discern the nature of him.
“But this is the wilderness! She deserves natural meat to grow up strong.”
“I know. And I’m just fine. So have you thought about my offer one way or the other?”
As he gets closer, the man suddenly whips around and faces him. "Hello there concerned citizens. How're you?"
"Agreed, which is why.-" he holds up the fish he caught.
"I did and I say let's do this." She smiles.
"Uh. Quite well, thanks."
"Oh good. You know, I've seen these things called displacer beasts which look the same as normal cats when they're little. What if our friend here is one of those? That'd be cool."
Rio nods solemnly. "Well then, allow me a minute to set this back up. There's also some ritual stuff you'll need to hold and use. Once I'm done, lie down in the center of the circle."
"Very good, I am glad to hear it!" He says, beaming.
"I don't see any sort of tentacles coming from its back though."
She nods and stands up, watching and helping the best she can.
"Not to be impolite, but who are you?"
"Yeah but that could be since she's a baby." Loriche gets up and looks at the cat closely. Nature: 6
Rio pulls out a moray eel and begins daubing its blood to create this symbol. He then takes out a crown of twisted wires with twelve pearls linking the wires together. "Alright, put this on and lie down." He then starts setting up black candles at the points of the star.
"My name is Russel! I am now the new protector of this town and are, sent to you specifically by the THA!"
From what she can tell, it's just a cat.
She takes it and turns to face him "What will this do?"
"The what?" He begins writing all of this stuff down quickly.
"Hm. Maybe not. I guess I'm just paranoid..."
"Help channel both demonic and celestial forces in tandem. The thorny metal and the revered stones contrast and transmit in tandem. It's a volatile exchange. Now lie down and I can set the rest up." He continues to light the candles, their flames shifting in color across the entire visible spectrum.
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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've got this strength, hear it in my voice... Barlowe the demon is chopping up firewood, his big muscles making short work of the logs. He hums in celestial, dusts off his hands, and pulls up his belt, sloshing the beer in his big gut.
On every wavelength, the choirs rejoice... Felix is in the tavern, listening to his own voice on the radio. The song is more hopeful than you would expect, but he doesn't look happy about it.
I sense them getting closer, pray that I maintain composure... Oswald is increasing security around the factory, automating guardposts and threat detection systems.
I'll just sing...
Harlow is in a nearby lake, submerged in the deeper end to gather up samples of the streams water.
Angél walks over, dressed in thick woolen clothing to keep himself warm. He carries a ceramic pot with him.
Yuri, of course, is being an arse and testing the security out.
The big man wades in after him, cleaning the sweat off himself in the process. He stands beside Harlow at the bottom of the lake, looking over his shoulder.
Felix raises his face off the bar. "Hey, Angel. How've you been?"
It detects her flawlessly, even through invisibility and glamour, but does not engage.
Harlow doesn't seem to look up but says "I can feel you staring, may I help you?" He then stands up, holding what appears to be a fish, though rotted and disgusting looking.
Angél smiles "I have been well though something tells me that you are not." He brushes the dust off of Felix's face.
She pouts and folds her arms "It's got a read on me huh?"
I've got this strength, hear it in my voice... Barlowe the demon is chopping up firewood, his big muscles making short work of the logs. He hums in celestial, dusts off his hands, and pulls up his belt, sloshing the beer in his big gut.
On every wavelength, the choirs rejoice... Felix is in the tavern, listening to his own voice on the radio. The song is more hopeful than you would expect, but he doesn't look happy about it.
I sense them getting closer, pray that I maintain composure... Oswald is increasing security around the factory, automating guardposts and threat detection systems.
I'll just sing...
Loriche watches him from a good distance away.
He turns his goat-skull head and waves, setting down the axe and picking up another beer.
She slowly approaches. "Um... pardon me, but... you wouldn't happen to be a god, would you?"
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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.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for you?”
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
Thirteen approaches closer, trying to discern the nature of him.
“But this is the wilderness! She deserves natural meat to grow up strong.”
“I know. And I’m just fine. So have you thought about my offer one way or the other?”
As he gets closer, the man suddenly whips around and faces him. "Hello there concerned citizens. How're you?"
"Agreed, which is why.-" he holds up the fish he caught.
"I did and I say let's do this." She smiles.
"Uh. Quite well, thanks."
"Oh good. You know, I've seen these things called displacer beasts which look the same as normal cats when they're little. What if our friend here is one of those? That'd be cool."
Rio nods solemnly. "Well then, allow me a minute to set this back up. There's also some ritual stuff you'll need to hold and use. Once I'm done, lie down in the center of the circle."
"Very good, I am glad to hear it!" He says, beaming.
"I don't see any sort of tentacles coming from its back though."
She nods and stands up, watching and helping the best she can.
"Not to be impolite, but who are you?"
"Yeah but that could be since she's a baby." Loriche gets up and looks at the cat closely. Nature: 6
Rio pulls out a moray eel and begins daubing its blood to create this symbol. He then takes out a crown of twisted wires with twelve pearls linking the wires together. "Alright, put this on and lie down." He then starts setting up black candles at the points of the star.
"My name is Russel! I am now the new protector of this town and are, sent to you specifically by the THA!"
From what she can tell, it's just a cat.
She takes it and turns to face him "What will this do?"
"The what?" He begins writing all of this stuff down quickly.
"Hm. Maybe not. I guess I'm just paranoid..."
"Help channel both demonic and celestial forces in tandem. The thorny metal and the revered stones contrast and transmit in tandem. It's a volatile exchange. Now lie down and I can set the rest up." He continues to light the candles, their flames shifting in color across the entire visible spectrum.
"The Hero's Association! We are a worldwide network of heros dedicated to serving and protecting humanity." He says.
He holds it out to her "We gotta figure out a name for it."
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
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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.
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
The big man wades in after him, cleaning the sweat off himself in the process. He stands beside Harlow at the bottom of the lake, looking over his shoulder.
Felix raises his face off the bar. "Hey, Angel. How've you been?"
It detects her flawlessly, even through invisibility and glamour, but does not engage.
Harlow doesn't seem to look up but says "I can feel you staring, may I help you?" He then stands up, holding what appears to be a fish, though rotted and disgusting looking.
Angél smiles "I have been well though something tells me that you are not." He brushes the dust off of Felix's face.
She pouts and folds her arms "It's got a read on me huh?"
"Nah, just wanted to see what you were doing. Ichthyologist, right?" He takes a close look at the fish.
He sighs. "They made me change my song. Composer struggles."
Oswald nods. "Fey in general, actually. For Georgie's sake."
The big man wades in after him, cleaning the sweat off himself in the process. He stands beside Harlow at the bottom of the lake, looking over his shoulder.
Felix raises his face off the bar. "Hey, Angel. How've you been?"
It detects her flawlessly, even through invisibility and glamour, but does not engage.
Harlow doesn't seem to look up but says "I can feel you staring, may I help you?" He then stands up, holding what appears to be a fish, though rotted and disgusting looking.
Angél smiles "I have been well though something tells me that you are not." He brushes the dust off of Felix's face.
She pouts and folds her arms "It's got a read on me huh?"
"Nah, just wanted to see what you were doing. Ichthyologist, right?" He takes a close look at the fish.
He sighs. "They made me change my song. Composer struggles."
Oswald nods. "Fey in general, actually. For Georgie's sake."
"Marine Biology. But yes, that falls under my specialties as well." He said, taking the fish and climbing out of the water. He puts the fish in a bucket with multiple others.
"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that. Would you like me to change the radio waves so it plays your original song instead?" He offers.
"Well, that's good." She nods and kisses the top of his head. She takes off her necklace, the one that was made from his tie bar and smiles "Look what I made." She beams.
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*How're you feeling love?*
*a bit better, trying to see if any of my friends are available to talk. How are you?*
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*How're you feeling love?*
*a bit better, trying to see if any of my friends are available to talk. How are you?*
*I am well, I want to make sure you are doing okay :)"
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*How're you feeling love?*
*a bit better, trying to see if any of my friends are available to talk. How are you?*
*I am well, I want to make sure you are doing okay :)"
*thank thee!*
*I’m also procrastinating rehearsing my solo song for my musical theatre class, but I have a test on it on Wednesday. It’s a very fun class however, and we got to choose our songs from a bunch of broadway shows. I’m doing consider yourself from Oliver.*
"Nah, just wanted to see what you were doing. Ichthyologist, right?" He takes a close look at the fish.
He sighs. "They made me change my song. Composer struggles."
Oswald nods. "Fey in general, actually. For Georgie's sake."
"Marine Biology. But yes, that falls under my specialties as well." He said, taking the fish and climbing out of the water. He puts the fish in a bucket with multiple others.
"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that. Would you like me to change the radio waves so it plays your original song instead?" He offers.
"Well, that's good." She nods and kisses the top of his head. She takes off her necklace, the one that was made from his tie bar and smiles "Look what I made." She beams.
"Hm. Was something up with that fish? Usually I'd say something that rotten in so populated an area would be picked clean by now." He picks up the bucket with his strong, steady hands.
Felix thinks for a moment. "Nah. It's not that big a deal. I can sing it some other time, y'know?"
He leans forward to get a closer look, then nods. "I greatly appreciate that you made that. It means a lot to me that I mean a lot to you."
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*How're you feeling love?*
*a bit better, trying to see if any of my friends are available to talk. How are you?*
*I am well, I want to make sure you are doing okay :)"
*thank thee!*
*I’m also procrastinating rehearsing my solo song for my musical theatre class, but I have a test on it on Wednesday. It’s a very fun class however, and we got to choose our songs from a bunch of broadway shows. I’m doing consider yourself from Oliver.*
*Noice! I hope it goes well. I unfortunately don't know that song but I hope you do well with it and get an A with extra credit.*
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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
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Loriche watches him from a good distance away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"My name is Russel! I am now the new protector of this town and are, sent to you specifically by the THA!"
From what she can tell, it's just a cat.
She takes it and turns to face him "What will this do?"
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
The big man wades in after him, cleaning the sweat off himself in the process. He stands beside Harlow at the bottom of the lake, looking over his shoulder.
Felix raises his face off the bar. "Hey, Angel. How've you been?"
It detects her flawlessly, even through invisibility and glamour, but does not engage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He turns his goat-skull head and waves, setting down the axe and picking up another beer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The what?" He begins writing all of this stuff down quickly.
"Hm. Maybe not. I guess I'm just paranoid..."
"Help channel both demonic and celestial forces in tandem. The thorny metal and the revered stones contrast and transmit in tandem. It's a volatile exchange. Now lie down and I can set the rest up." He continues to light the candles, their flames shifting in color across the entire visible spectrum.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Harlow doesn't seem to look up but says "I can feel you staring, may I help you?" He then stands up, holding what appears to be a fish, though rotted and disgusting looking.
Angél smiles "I have been well though something tells me that you are not." He brushes the dust off of Felix's face.
She pouts and folds her arms "It's got a read on me huh?"
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 slowly approaches. "Um... pardon me, but... you wouldn't happen to be a god, would you?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The Hero's Association! We are a worldwide network of heros dedicated to serving and protecting humanity." He says.
He holds it out to her "We gotta figure out a name for it."
She does so and folds her hands over her stomach.
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*
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
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 didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
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
"Nah, just wanted to see what you were doing. Ichthyologist, right?" He takes a close look at the fish.
He sighs. "They made me change my song. Composer struggles."
Oswald nods. "Fey in general, actually. For Georgie's sake."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Marine Biology. But yes, that falls under my specialties as well." He said, taking the fish and climbing out of the water. He puts the fish in a bucket with multiple others.
"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that. Would you like me to change the radio waves so it plays your original song instead?" He offers.
"Well, that's good." She nods and kisses the top of his head. She takes off her necklace, the one that was made from his tie bar and smiles "Look what I made." She beams.
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 has a strong, sweet, almost intoxicating scent. He strokes his beard. "Yes, I think so. Is that important?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*marching ever forward, neath’ the wooded shrine, i stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine… primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side, if sun be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide.*
*How're you feeling love?*
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
*a bit better, trying to see if any of my friends are available to talk. How are you?*
*I am well, I want to make sure you are doing okay :)"
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
*thank thee!*
*I’m also procrastinating rehearsing my solo song for my musical theatre class, but I have a test on it on Wednesday. It’s a very fun class however, and we got to choose our songs from a bunch of broadway shows. I’m doing consider yourself from Oliver.*
"Hm. Was something up with that fish? Usually I'd say something that rotten in so populated an area would be picked clean by now." He picks up the bucket with his strong, steady hands.
Felix thinks for a moment. "Nah. It's not that big a deal. I can sing it some other time, y'know?"
He leans forward to get a closer look, then nods. "I greatly appreciate that you made that. It means a lot to me that I mean a lot to you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Noice! I hope it goes well. I unfortunately don't know that song but I hope you do well with it and get an A with extra credit.*
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