Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
"The only thing there that will hydrate you is the canteen." He tosses over one of the bottles. "Caffeine and alcohol are pretty nasty on your guts anyway." He picks up a stick and begins playing with it as if it were a sword. "You're pretty scary. If I weren't wearing snailsteel I might not have kept my composure." He is obviously not proficient with swords.
"I try not to be but folks say I got that attitude and face for being a villain." He shrugs and opens it "Sure you ain't trying to poison me? It won't end well for either of us if you are."
"Poisoners don't wear armor. They're egotistical like that. They also don't carry axes or shields. They see themselves as masters of something so dangerous that no one can stop them. Like pyromancers a lot of the time. You kill enough people, you think you are a god. Normal people learn a different lesson: Man is mortal, and I should be afraid. So... very... afraid."
He plops his chubby self down by the fire again and pulls out a hot dog from his coat before stabbing it on his stick and holding it over the flames. "I'm a mystic. We study history and practical knowledge. Honkachu has a lot of history, and it has a bad habit of repeating and repeating the worst bits ever. We try and intervene, but we're not supposed to take up arms for ourselves unless our lives, or our loved ones' lives, are threatened. So we outfit heroes."
He gestures with the hot dog. "Being a hero is easy. All you have to be is dumb. You take care of problems efficiently, and that means violence. When people don't listen to reason, you throw them into a volcano. Heroes suck, but they're sure useful sometimes. They solve practical problems. All you have to do is make them think they're the good guys. Life isn't that simple, so you gotta make it simple for them. Make them see it the way you do. Biased, angry, scared. And tell them that they can solve the problem with just a couple bullets."
"The only thing there that will hydrate you is the canteen." He tosses over one of the bottles. "Caffeine and alcohol are pretty nasty on your guts anyway." He picks up a stick and begins playing with it as if it were a sword. "You're pretty scary. If I weren't wearing snailsteel I might not have kept my composure." He is obviously not proficient with swords.
"I try not to be but folks say I got that attitude and face for being a villain." He shrugs and opens it "Sure you ain't trying to poison me? It won't end well for either of us if you are."
"Poisoners don't wear armor. They're egotistical like that. They also don't carry axes or shields. They see themselves as masters of something so dangerous that no one can stop them. Like pyromancers a lot of the time. You kill enough people, you think you are a god. Normal people learn a different lesson: Man is mortal, and I should be afraid. So... very... afraid."
He plops his chubby self down by the fire again and pulls out a hot dog from his coat before stabbing it on his stick and holding it over the flames. "I'm a mystic. We study history and practical knowledge. Honkachu has a lot of history, and it has a bad habit of repeating and repeating the worst bits ever. We try and intervene, but we're not supposed to take up arms for ourselves unless our lives, or our loved ones' lives, are threatened. So we outfit heroes."
He gestures with the hot dog. "Being a hero is easy. All you have to be is dumb. You take care of problems efficiently, and that means violence. When people don't listen to reason, you throw them into a volcano. Heroes suck, but they're sure useful sometimes. They solve practical problems. All you have to do is make them think they're the good guys. Life isn't that simple, so you gotta make it simple for them. Make them see it the way you do. Biased, angry, scared. And tell them that they can solve the problem with just a couple bullets."
"Mn, you forget that they have an inflated sense of self because they believe they are the 'chosen' one or some dumb (GP)." He responds, staring at the fire "Believing they can do anything they set their minds to and believing they are powerful."
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
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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.
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
Samaritan walks back upstairs with Thorne, filling out some paperwork before heading outside with Riotan. He is quiet, seeming annoyed due to the amount of smoke coming off of him.
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
Samaritan walks back upstairs with Thorne, filling out some paperwork before heading outside with Riotan. He is quiet, seeming annoyed due to the amount of smoke coming off of him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get a message out to you. This is a pretty awful way to start out my first week as your fiance..." He seems genuinely apologetic.
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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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Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
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
"Poisoners don't wear armor. They're egotistical like that. They also don't carry axes or shields. They see themselves as masters of something so dangerous that no one can stop them. Like pyromancers a lot of the time. You kill enough people, you think you are a god. Normal people learn a different lesson: Man is mortal, and I should be afraid. So... very... afraid."
He plops his chubby self down by the fire again and pulls out a hot dog from his coat before stabbing it on his stick and holding it over the flames. "I'm a mystic. We study history and practical knowledge. Honkachu has a lot of history, and it has a bad habit of repeating and repeating the worst bits ever. We try and intervene, but we're not supposed to take up arms for ourselves unless our lives, or our loved ones' lives, are threatened. So we outfit heroes."
He gestures with the hot dog. "Being a hero is easy. All you have to be is dumb. You take care of problems efficiently, and that means violence. When people don't listen to reason, you throw them into a volcano. Heroes suck, but they're sure useful sometimes. They solve practical problems. All you have to do is make them think they're the good guys. Life isn't that simple, so you gotta make it simple for them. Make them see it the way you do. Biased, angry, scared. And tell them that they can solve the problem with just a couple bullets."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Uhhh, I don't know then really. Most of my guys are humanoid.*
Sable sighs and scratches the back of his neck, moreso scratching the bites on his neck that have been there for nearly a century.
Edward glances over at them, looking annoyed but not really underneath.
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
"Mn, you forget that they have an inflated sense of self because they believe they are the 'chosen' one or some dumb (GP)." He responds, staring at the fire "Believing they can do anything they set their minds to and believing they are powerful."
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
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
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’m huge, and I guess I’m a little too heavy too.” He says with a chuckle.
She gives them a light peck on the nose, “Okay, they look amazing, just don’t want to worry about you getting hurt again.”
*He's a switch lol, but leans towards top*
Sable snarls, baring his fangs "What do you want?"
He nods at them, stubbing out his cigarette.
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
Samaritan walks back upstairs with Thorne, filling out some paperwork before heading outside with Riotan. He is quiet, seeming annoyed due to the amount of smoke coming off of him.
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
*Does anyone else wanna rp?*
😶🌫️
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
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
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'm sorry I couldn't get a message out to you. This is a pretty awful way to start out my first week as your fiance..." He seems genuinely apologetic.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.