So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
"...huh." He gives Damian a gentle jostle. "You'll be up in a minute or two, just like always..." He reassures himself.
"Whatcha doing?"
And he waits a minute or two, nothing, nothing but the chilling cold. He waits longer and longer still, but the only thing that changes, is the assurance that Damian isn’t coming back.
“Meditating. The sands call out to me, and at times, I must answer.” She smiles at them, “Though they can wait a moment with you here.”
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
"...huh." He gives Damian a gentle jostle. "You'll be up in a minute or two, just like always..." He reassures himself.
"Whatcha doing?"
And he waits a minute or two, nothing, nothing but the chilling cold. He waits longer and longer still, but the only thing that changes, is the assurance that Damian isn’t coming back.
“Meditating. The sands call out to me, and at times, I must answer.” She smiles at them, “Though they can wait a moment with you here.”
Trying to not panic, Mauric picks Damian and starts frantically looking for someone who can help.
“That’s really nice of you…” She says earnestly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
"...huh." He gives Damian a gentle jostle. "You'll be up in a minute or two, just like always..." He reassures himself.
"Whatcha doing?"
And he waits a minute or two, nothing, nothing but the chilling cold. He waits longer and longer still, but the only thing that changes, is the assurance that Damian isn’t coming back.
“Meditating. The sands call out to me, and at times, I must answer.” She smiles at them, “Though they can wait a moment with you here.”
Trying to not panic, Mauric picks Damian and starts frantically looking for someone who can help.
“That’s really nice of you…” She says earnestly.
He would be able to find people who could attempt to bring back the dead, but all attempts find themselves failing. Actually, once he accepts that Damian is dead, can he roll me an investigation check.
“I do mean it.” She leans back against the tree, “How are you today, Malafasa?”
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
"...huh." He gives Damian a gentle jostle. "You'll be up in a minute or two, just like always..." He reassures himself.
"Whatcha doing?"
And he waits a minute or two, nothing, nothing but the chilling cold. He waits longer and longer still, but the only thing that changes, is the assurance that Damian isn’t coming back.
“Meditating. The sands call out to me, and at times, I must answer.” She smiles at them, “Though they can wait a moment with you here.”
Trying to not panic, Mauric picks Damian and starts frantically looking for someone who can help.
“That’s really nice of you…” She says earnestly.
He would be able to find people who could attempt to bring back the dead, but all attempts find themselves failing. Actually, once he accepts that Damian is dead, can he roll me an investigation check.
“I do mean it.” She leans back against the tree, “How are you today, Malafasa?”
*should’ve specified where he’d go. He’s gonna go find Sanviento*
“A little better than yesterday, I hope.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Sanviento doesn’t feel right. He isn’t studying like he usually does, but he is in the library, frantically looking for something, but he doesn’t know why.
“As do I. I hope every day for you is a little brighter than the last, in the metaphorical sense.”
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*so am i! we have so much in common!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*We should've been hanging out weeks ago.*
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
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*agreed*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Weeeeeee*
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
*want to rp?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Sure but I have to head to work in 15 minutes. Probably start something and continue later.*
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
*(Huggles)*
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
Thirteen is playing Othello with Caramel.
Mauric is nowhere to be found.
Loriche is out hunting.
Riotan is hatching some snakes outside the inn, preparing them to serve as future abyssal bodies.
Eito is worrying about Omi.
Malafasa is in her nest, asleep.
Yod is trying to snipe some vultures out in the woods.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*i’m sorry*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He puts down a bowl of the food in front of him, giving them a kiss on the cheek before going back to the kitchen.
“Max… you can come over here if you want.” He says, continuing to rub his hands.
And he waits a minute or two, nothing, nothing but the chilling cold. He waits longer and longer still, but the only thing that changes, is the assurance that Damian isn’t coming back.
“Meditating. The sands call out to me, and at times, I must answer.” She smiles at them, “Though they can wait a moment with you here.”
*(tackles into a hug) Well I love you and your life.*
Trying to not panic, Mauric picks Damian and starts frantically looking for someone who can help.
“That’s really nice of you…” She says earnestly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Ssssh Stress makes you chewy*
He would be able to find people who could attempt to bring back the dead, but all attempts find themselves failing. Actually, once he accepts that Damian is dead, can he roll me an investigation check.
“I do mean it.” She leans back against the tree, “How are you today, Malafasa?”
*should’ve specified where he’d go. He’s gonna go find Sanviento*
“A little better than yesterday, I hope.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Cut for Jobah. Oh yeah, sorry.*
Sanviento doesn’t feel right. He isn’t studying like he usually does, but he is in the library, frantically looking for something, but he doesn’t know why.
“As do I. I hope every day for you is a little brighter than the last, in the metaphorical sense.”