"I understand. I would like a name. And no, as a father you no longer have the right to throw your life away with drugs and poison. If you need to relieve stress, I would suggest turning to the arts. Possibly the martial sort. You don't seem like the painterly, poetic, or gourmet type, if you don't mind me saying."
He chuckles at that, opening the flask and emptying it onto the ground before putting it away “Don’t worry ‘bout it none, I deserve it after accidentally abandoning my son, ya can rib me just a bit. What kind o’ name would ya want? I… I wanted ta name ya Archer back befer ya were born.”
"I like that name." The cat from before walks over, purring like a little motor engine. It's a maine coone, a pureblood judging by its incredible size.
"I understand. I would like a name. And no, as a father you no longer have the right to throw your life away with drugs and poison. If you need to relieve stress, I would suggest turning to the arts. Possibly the martial sort. You don't seem like the painterly, poetic, or gourmet type, if you don't mind me saying."
He chuckles at that, opening the flask and emptying it onto the ground before putting it away “Don’t worry ‘bout it none, I deserve it after accidentally abandoning my son, ya can rib me just a bit. What kind o’ name would ya want? I… I wanted ta name ya Archer back befer ya were born.”
"I like that name." The cat from before walks over, purring like a little motor engine. It's a maine coone, a pureblood judging by its incredible size.
He smiles at the cat, holding out a hand to them, taking off his bandages for the hand that he’s reaching out towards them “I hoped that you would. Ya ain’t gonna see yer mom fer a while, she’s, calmin’ herself down.”
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
He shrugs and reads it aloud.
Thirteen infiltrates the edge of the house as best he can. Stealth: 13
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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.
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
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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 like that name." The cat from before walks over, purring like a little motor engine. It's a maine coone, a pureblood judging by its incredible size.
He smiles at the cat, holding out a hand to them, taking off his bandages for the hand that he’s reaching out towards them “I hoped that you would. Ya ain’t gonna see yer mom fer a while, she’s, calmin’ herself down.”
"I understand. I want to make her love me." The cat headbutts Sparrow's hand.
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
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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 like that name." The cat from before walks over, purring like a little motor engine. It's a maine coone, a pureblood judging by its incredible size.
He smiles at the cat, holding out a hand to them, taking off his bandages for the hand that he’s reaching out towards them “I hoped that you would. Ya ain’t gonna see yer mom fer a while, she’s, calmin’ herself down.”
"I understand. I want to make her love me." The cat headbutts Sparrow's hand.
"What would that take?"
“It wouldn’t take much, it’s only a matter o’ time.” He begins to pet the cat, smiling down at them “I’ll do everythin’ I can ta help.”
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
He shrugs and reads it aloud.
Thirteen infiltrates the edge of the house as best he can. Stealth: 4
Suddenly, he is in Stroth's Demiplane, standing on a circle in the middle of the lab. He can hear the sound of something crashing as Stroth appears, her body a warping mess of previous forms though it seems to stabilize as she sees him. She drops a pipe she has in hand and hugs him.
Sable sighs and rubs his eyes "I could see you trying to sneak in before ye turned invisible you gobshite.."
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
“Altruism? Nah, I ain’t good enough fer all that, after all, my sisters used ta be monstrous demons, an’ I wasn’t too good myself.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t have any wings. I bet you’ve never fought a Shambler before, let alone beat one.”
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
He shrugs and reads it aloud.
Thirteen infiltrates the edge of the house as best he can. Stealth: 4
Suddenly, he is in Stroth's Demiplane, standing on a circle in the middle of the lab. He can hear the sound of something crashing as Stroth appears, her body a warping mess of previous forms though it seems to stabilize as she sees him. She drops a pipe she has in hand and hugs him.
Sable sighs and rubs his eyes "I could see you trying to sneak in before ye turned invisible you gobshite.."
He hugs her back. “How’s the gestation going? ‘Cause I never got a chance to tell you everything.”
“I know.” Thirteen says calmly.
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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.
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"I like that name." The cat from before walks over, purring like a little motor engine. It's a maine coone, a pureblood judging by its incredible size.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*boo!*
*you’ve summoned me by mentioning Maine Coones*
He smiles at the cat, holding out a hand to them, taking off his bandages for the hand that he’s reaching out towards them “I hoped that you would. Ya ain’t gonna see yer mom fer a while, she’s, calmin’ herself down.”
He shrugs and reads it aloud.
Thirteen infiltrates the edge of the house as best he can. Stealth: 13
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anyone else at all?*
*Yes, it is the child eater.*
*I must go soon, but I'm bringing back William Afton as a good boi vigilante who adores the taste of his villains' fear.*
*You will re-witness him tomorrow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sure!*
"I understand. I want to make her love me." The cat headbutts Sparrow's hand.
"What would that take?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Le bed calls me*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
*RESIST IT*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who would you like?*
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It wouldn’t take much, it’s only a matter o’ time.” He begins to pet the cat, smiling down at them “I’ll do everythin’ I can ta help.”
Suddenly, he is in Stroth's Demiplane, standing on a circle in the middle of the lab. He can hear the sound of something crashing as Stroth appears, her body a warping mess of previous forms though it seems to stabilize as she sees him. She drops a pipe she has in hand and hugs him.
Sable sighs and rubs his eyes "I could see you trying to sneak in before ye turned invisible you gobshite.."
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
*anyone could work, and I still don’t know your characters all too well, but I have my new character, Calypso, ready*
*hey Jobah, do you want to roleplayyyy?*
“Altruism? Nah, I ain’t good enough fer all that, after all, my sisters used ta be monstrous demons, an’ I wasn’t too good myself.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t have any wings. I bet you’ve never fought a Shambler before, let alone beat one.”
He hugs her back. “How’s the gestation going? ‘Cause I never got a chance to tell you everything.”
“I know.” Thirteen says calmly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.