Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
He sees Gravedigger walk by
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
Gravedigger nods to him "good evening. how are you doing?"
(wendo?)
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Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
"Mn, a bit but not entirely. More of a brother than a clone I would assume but I am not your clone therefore I do not know." He shrugs.
"A bit.. We have been dating yes but I got the feeling you didn't want to be tied down.." he rubs the back of his neck.
He stands up, his heavy iron boots leaving deep prints in the dirt "I am Azeral, the Lord of Blades, the Angel of War and Death."
"Well, given the genetic identicality of clones, she's basically my twin sister. More or less. I just call him 'nephew' either way. For brevity's sake."
"Pffft. There's a difference between relationships I had in the past and this one. You're just... fulfilling."
"Lord of blades? Well all the blades I made are mine! And I'm not handing them over."
"Better an idea than any I suppose." He nods, leaning back in his chair.
Samaritan smiles and takes off his mask, setting it aside, and kissing him.
"It is a title, I don't want your weapons." He chuckles.
"But my complicated corpus of relatives is a minor issue right now. What are you working on?"
Rio embraces him happily.
"Good. 'Cause they're mine." She reaffirms.
"I intend to bring to light that the folks of the local town shall not be harmed now or ever again. Those who senselessly murder and pillage shall be dealt with accordingly and those who fight against the law shall be locked away." He said "Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Chief Inspector Thorne, I was sent here by the Thane Foundation to act as inspector until the issue like this is resolved."
Samaritan holds him, Rio can hear his heart beating quickly.
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
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*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
They shake their head, gesturing to the stone. "I don't eat, thank you.. But anyway, about earlier. Damian, I think is my sisters husband... he died, but I guess he's alive."
He's clearly jealous, his attuned knife appearing his his clenched paw. "What the hell is that?"
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She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
“I, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
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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 was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
They shake their head, gesturing to the stone. "I don't eat, thank you.. But anyway, about earlier. Damian, I think is my sisters husband... he died, but I guess he's alive."
He's clearly jealous, his attuned knife appearing his his clenched paw. "What the hell is that?"
He still seems confused about that, but listens closely as he eats, “He died? But now he’s alive? That’s pretty cool, it must have been terrible to have someone’s spouse die.”
The crocodilian growls softly at them, but Ambrosia boops it on the nose, “This, is our pet, my beloved.” She looks up to them.
"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
“I, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
She sighs, “Yeah… it’s okay… I’ll just kiss you for me.” She kisses them again, before going back to the corpse.
“I hope you like her, I wouldn’t want to turn that threat of yours around.” He leans back in his chair, ordering something to drink.
*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
They shake their head, gesturing to the stone. "I don't eat, thank you.. But anyway, about earlier. Damian, I think is my sisters husband... he died, but I guess he's alive."
He's clearly jealous, his attuned knife appearing his his clenched paw. "What the hell is that?"
He still seems confused about that, but listens closely as he eats, “He died? But now he’s alive? That’s pretty cool, it must have been terrible to have someone’s spouse die.”
The crocodilian growls softly at them, but Ambrosia boops it on the nose, “This, is our pet, my beloved.” She looks up to them.
"He was brought back by my half brother." they shrug. "I dunno them all very well, I only know Dad, Omi, Yuki, and Jay"
"Yours, you mean." he says, trying to make peace with it.
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(wendo?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
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 you would like?*
"I intend to bring to light that the folks of the local town shall not be harmed now or ever again. Those who senselessly murder and pillage shall be dealt with accordingly and those who fight against the law shall be locked away." He said "Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Chief Inspector Thorne, I was sent here by the Thane Foundation to act as inspector until the issue like this is resolved."
Samaritan holds him, Rio can hear his heart beating quickly.
He sighs and rolls his eyes "I understand."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
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She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
*my intro is on the prev. page*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
*Anybody else wanna rp?*
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
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Yuri sets down a cider in front of him. "Like hiding your face too, eh?"
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He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
*wendicut*
“Hm. I wish you luck then.”
Riotan gets on tiptoe to kiss him back lovingly.
“So how come you’re here?”
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 shake their head, gesturing to the stone. "I don't eat, thank you.. But anyway, about earlier. Damian, I think is my sisters husband... he died, but I guess he's alive."
He's clearly jealous, his attuned knife appearing his his clenched paw. "What the hell is that?"
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“I, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
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 still seems confused about that, but listens closely as he eats, “He died? But now he’s alive? That’s pretty cool, it must have been terrible to have someone’s spouse die.”
The crocodilian growls softly at them, but Ambrosia boops it on the nose, “This, is our pet, my beloved.” She looks up to them.
"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
She sighs, “Yeah… it’s okay… I’ll just kiss you for me.” She kisses them again, before going back to the corpse.
“I hope you like her, I wouldn’t want to turn that threat of yours around.” He leans back in his chair, ordering something to drink.
(did you see my post wendo?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
"He was brought back by my half brother." they shrug. "I dunno them all very well, I only know Dad, Omi, Yuki, and Jay"
"Yours, you mean." he says, trying to make peace with it.
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