He pushes himself back to his feet with his other arms, taking some sharp, deep breaths, groaning with pain, “I… need to train… this was too close…”
“The king probably would understand, though he wouldn’t want us to kill him. His mother would kill me.”
“Would that be so surprising? I do find myself wanting to make my relationship with Xavier one held by matrimony.”
"No. You will lie down." she says sternly, taking him to his house
"Why did he kill dad, anyway?"
"I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but I have to. Xavier's not full-blooded. To have him reproduce would be a disgrace."
He tried to resist, but he lacks the strength, looking up at all three of them, smiling softly, “Fine.”
“Because your father is a charming idiot who didn’t have the courage to tell someone no. He saved the princess of a Triton kingdom, and ran when they wanted him to marry her.”
One of her eyes twitches, not much, barely noticeable with her immense amount of restraint, but she nods, keeping composure “How unfortunate for the family name then.”
"Good lad." she lays him into his bed, sitting beside it to care for him
"..what a jerk."
"Actually, it's not. I lied." she smiles, serving them "You don't really think we're nobility or anything? I wanted to see how you'd react to me speaking ill of him, and you. You like him a lot, so I wont question your commitment or marriage anymore."
He asks for sake to numb the wounds, looking lovely at all three of them, “Thank you, you three are amazing, I… really appreciate it all.”
“Your father or the Triton prince? You shouldn’t blame your father too much, we were young then, and we didn’t have parents to treat us how to act, so we just had fun and tried to ignore the consequences.”
“My sister was nobility once, and by my personality’s other name, you can guess I was once too, it comes with the family I suppose. I am happy to have your approval, he deeply cares about you and having it.” She begins to eat, smiling at them.
"I think you're thinking of real magic. What I do is showmanship, just about as real as that skull. If I throw a fireball, I'm not expecting it to kill someone, just spook them a bit. A loud noise, a big scare! Of course, I could actually hurt people, but that's not what magic is for! It's the essence of the gods, after all, and shouldn't that be used to create?" He pats his shadow on the head. "I guess what I mean is my magic isn't the type most people practice. I'm here for fun and profit, and there is nothing more fun and profitable than fear!"
“Oh, yer a showman more than anythin’ else huh? I know a lil showman’s magic, after all, I had ta do some ta get crowds all excited when I was in the ring back in my fightin’ days, but now I’m a mother o’… eight kids, an’ they don’t need a mother that’s riskin’ her life in fights she don’t need to be takin’ part in.”
"Those are some good morals. My mother didn't have those. Or my father, for that matter, but that's a story for another day. I've never been in a real fight before. I've always been smaller than my competitors. Besides, they didn't want to get into trouble with my parents, who decided who among the laborers got food and breaks for prayer. They weren't above leaving lesser strugels to starve without the light of Volstadt to save them." He looks at his hot chocolate. "You want this? I lost my appetite."
She takes the hot chocolate, downing it without much questioning “I had a similar experience, I lived on a construct o’ a giant lizard, lived in the orphanage cause I ain’t have any parents who cared ‘bout me none, left me in a desert. Had ta be the mother figure among my fellow orphans, takin’ care o’ them an’ all that, had ta get big an’ strong to keep people safe.”
He sighs and snaps his fingers, bringing reality (and, thankfully, his face) back. "Theodore Pyresong. My parents started riots across Honkachu a couple times. Not reputable enough to be cute, not big enough to be scary. But that was at least a little startling, right?"
"I'm sorry? what was startling? The skeletons? They were charming. A pleasure to meet you, Theodore. A Pyresong, eh? Good to see they're still around." His lifted boots lift a bit more. "How about a drink?"
"Sure. I meant the whole ripping my face off thing." He sighs. "You weren't looking, were you? That's on me. If I can't hold your attention, I don't deserve it. Also, those skeletons weren't my creation. I'm a Deathcaller. They love my performances."
He pushes himself back to his feet with his other arms, taking some sharp, deep breaths, groaning with pain, “I… need to train… this was too close…”
“The king probably would understand, though he wouldn’t want us to kill him. His mother would kill me.”
“Would that be so surprising? I do find myself wanting to make my relationship with Xavier one held by matrimony.”
"No. You will lie down." she says sternly, taking him to his house
"Why did he kill dad, anyway?"
"I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but I have to. Xavier's not full-blooded. To have him reproduce would be a disgrace."
He tried to resist, but he lacks the strength, looking up at all three of them, smiling softly, “Fine.”
“Because your father is a charming idiot who didn’t have the courage to tell someone no. He saved the princess of a Triton kingdom, and ran when they wanted him to marry her.”
One of her eyes twitches, not much, barely noticeable with her immense amount of restraint, but she nods, keeping composure “How unfortunate for the family name then.”
"Good lad." she lays him into his bed, sitting beside it to care for him
"..what a jerk."
"Actually, it's not. I lied." she smiles, serving them "You don't really think we're nobility or anything? I wanted to see how you'd react to me speaking ill of him, and you. You like him a lot, so I wont question your commitment or marriage anymore."
He asks for sake to numb the wounds, looking lovely at all three of them, “Thank you, you three are amazing, I… really appreciate it all.”
“Your father or the Triton prince? You shouldn’t blame your father too much, we were young then, and we didn’t have parents to treat us how to act, so we just had fun and tried to ignore the consequences.”
“My sister was nobility once, and by my personality’s other name, you can guess I was once too, it comes with the family I suppose. I am happy to have your approval, he deeply cares about you and having it.” She begins to eat, smiling at them.
She helps him drink it, shushing him. "Not a word unless its a request, dear."
"The Tritons. Anyway, I'm looking forward to killing that guy."
She sits at a chair behind the bar. "I wonder why, but.. In any case, welcome to the family, dear. We're somehow wrapped in with dragons in abundance, so I suppose the more the merrier."
He nods a bit, wincing from the effort and drinking to numb the pain he’s feeling. He just watches her, affection in his eyes which she won’t let him say.
He stands back up, stretching “Don’t tell your parents about this, Damian’s want to come along and we don’t need that.” He begins to walk off.
“Wonderfully happy to be a member of this family of yours. If there is anything you could ever ask of me, think nothing of it and simply ask.” She says, putting down her food and beginning to clean her mouth.
"Those are some good morals. My mother didn't have those. Or my father, for that matter, but that's a story for another day. I've never been in a real fight before. I've always been smaller than my competitors. Besides, they didn't want to get into trouble with my parents, who decided who among the laborers got food and breaks for prayer. They weren't above leaving lesser strugels to starve without the light of Volstadt to save them." He looks at his hot chocolate. "You want this? I lost my appetite."
She takes the hot chocolate, downing it without much questioning “I had a similar experience, I lived on a construct o’ a giant lizard, lived in the orphanage cause I ain’t have any parents who cared ‘bout me none, left me in a desert. Had ta be the mother figure among my fellow orphans, takin’ care o’ them an’ all that, had ta get big an’ strong to keep people safe.”
It's quite good. Filled with spices and real chocolate of various kinds, and topped with home-made whipped cream. "My parents loved me. I was just the bad kid. Weak, didn't care for the family business, ate too much. They said that I acted like I deserved gold paint instead of blue." He sighs. "But they loved me. They didn't say it much, but they gave me so much more than I deserved, and that's one way to show love, right?"
"Those are some good morals. My mother didn't have those. Or my father, for that matter, but that's a story for another day. I've never been in a real fight before. I've always been smaller than my competitors. Besides, they didn't want to get into trouble with my parents, who decided who among the laborers got food and breaks for prayer. They weren't above leaving lesser strugels to starve without the light of Volstadt to save them." He looks at his hot chocolate. "You want this? I lost my appetite."
She takes the hot chocolate, downing it without much questioning “I had a similar experience, I lived on a construct o’ a giant lizard, lived in the orphanage cause I ain’t have any parents who cared ‘bout me none, left me in a desert. Had ta be the mother figure among my fellow orphans, takin’ care o’ them an’ all that, had ta get big an’ strong to keep people safe.”
It's quite good. Filled with spices and real chocolate of various kinds, and topped with home-made whipped cream. "My parents loved me. I was just the bad kid. Weak, didn't care for the family business, ate too much. They said that I acted like I deserved gold paint instead of blue." He sighs. "But they loved me. They didn't say it much, but they gave me so much more than I deserved, and that's one way to show love, right?"
“I wouldn’t know, when ya got nothin’ anythin’ ya can get means everythin’. Did they give ya stuff ta keep ya busy an’ didn’t punish ya when ya did bad, or did they give ya stuff an’ punish ya when ya did bad?” She asks, curious about their life, just trying to make a friend.
"We aren't exactly normal either. You've heard of MPD?.. Well, both of my personalities co-exist..."
" That's fine, just tell me who's frontin' every once in a while" she grins
"I'll be.. sure to do that." she smiles, looking into the bag
"I got gyros!"
"Oh, I love lamb." she takes them out and hands one to Raven. "Where'd you find these?"
"I have connections" she tears into it and it's gone in like 30 seconds
She eats her own, slowly, enjoying it. "Some connections.."
"YEah my boss's cousin knows a guy with a gyro stall"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Sure. I meant the whole ripping my face off thing." He sighs. "You weren't looking, were you? That's on me. If I can't hold your attention, I don't deserve it. Also, those skeletons weren't my creation. I'm a Deathcaller. They love my performances."
"No, I wasn't looking at your face, i'll admit. But, that's just my thoughts being plagued. I'm sure it's a handsome one. Anyway, lets get." he begins to waddle off to the tavern, still trying to come up with his genius revilation for furniture
He sighs again and follows, his shadow detaching once more to carry his case. "So, what's the issue? I know a bit of magic, and I might be able to help."
It's quite good. Filled with spices and real chocolate of various kinds, and topped with home-made whipped cream. "My parents loved me. I was just the bad kid. Weak, didn't care for the family business, ate too much. They said that I acted like I deserved gold paint instead of blue." He sighs. "But they loved me. They didn't say it much, but they gave me so much more than I deserved, and that's one way to show love, right?"
“I wouldn’t know, when ya got nothin’ anythin’ ya can get means everythin’. Did they give ya stuff ta keep ya busy an’ didn’t punish ya when ya did bad, or did they give ya stuff an’ punish ya when ya did bad?” She asks, curious about their life, just trying to make a friend.
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
It's quite good. Filled with spices and real chocolate of various kinds, and topped with home-made whipped cream. "My parents loved me. I was just the bad kid. Weak, didn't care for the family business, ate too much. They said that I acted like I deserved gold paint instead of blue." He sighs. "But they loved me. They didn't say it much, but they gave me so much more than I deserved, and that's one way to show love, right?"
“I wouldn’t know, when ya got nothin’ anythin’ ya can get means everythin’. Did they give ya stuff ta keep ya busy an’ didn’t punish ya when ya did bad, or did they give ya stuff an’ punish ya when ya did bad?” She asks, curious about their life, just trying to make a friend.
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
“Just cause the beatin’s made ya who ya are now, don’t mean they were good, I’m just hopin’ they ain’t treat ya too poorly. Can I see one of them magic tricks o’ yers, or should I let ya get ta restin’?”
He asks for sake to numb the wounds, looking lovely at all three of them, “Thank you, you three are amazing, I… really appreciate it all.”
“Your father or the Triton prince? You shouldn’t blame your father too much, we were young then, and we didn’t have parents to treat us how to act, so we just had fun and tried to ignore the consequences.”
“My sister was nobility once, and by my personality’s other name, you can guess I was once too, it comes with the family I suppose. I am happy to have your approval, he deeply cares about you and having it.” She begins to eat, smiling at them.
She takes the hot chocolate, downing it without much questioning “I had a similar experience, I lived on a construct o’ a giant lizard, lived in the orphanage cause I ain’t have any parents who cared ‘bout me none, left me in a desert. Had ta be the mother figure among my fellow orphans, takin’ care o’ them an’ all that, had ta get big an’ strong to keep people safe.”
"Sure. I meant the whole ripping my face off thing." He sighs. "You weren't looking, were you? That's on me. If I can't hold your attention, I don't deserve it. Also, those skeletons weren't my creation. I'm a Deathcaller. They love my performances."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods a bit, wincing from the effort and drinking to numb the pain he’s feeling. He just watches her, affection in his eyes which she won’t let him say.
He stands back up, stretching “Don’t tell your parents about this, Damian’s want to come along and we don’t need that.” He begins to walk off.
“Wonderfully happy to be a member of this family of yours. If there is anything you could ever ask of me, think nothing of it and simply ask.” She says, putting down her food and beginning to clean her mouth.
It's quite good. Filled with spices and real chocolate of various kinds, and topped with home-made whipped cream. "My parents loved me. I was just the bad kid. Weak, didn't care for the family business, ate too much. They said that I acted like I deserved gold paint instead of blue." He sighs. "But they loved me. They didn't say it much, but they gave me so much more than I deserved, and that's one way to show love, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
He does reach out an arm to give them some weak but nice chin scratches.
“Hmm? That would be a very good idea to bring them along, the uncle of the gargantuan dragon man right?”
“I do believe that he is, if he isn’t I’ll make sure to talk with them about it. His blood is healthy at least.”
“I wouldn’t know, when ya got nothin’ anythin’ ya can get means everythin’. Did they give ya stuff ta keep ya busy an’ didn’t punish ya when ya did bad, or did they give ya stuff an’ punish ya when ya did bad?” She asks, curious about their life, just trying to make a friend.
"YEah my boss's cousin knows a guy with a gyro stall"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He sighs again and follows, his shadow detaching once more to carry his case. "So, what's the issue? I know a bit of magic, and I might be able to help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"They punished me for just about anything they could. Their favorite one was 'interruption of break time with pointless nonsense.' I got beat for that one a lot. But I don't think I would be the person I am today if it weren't for those beatings."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He puts the remainder of his fire power into warming them up, trying to have them enjoy the moment.
“I’ll make sure to see if I can get them to come along, you just prepare for the time being.”
She stops for a moment, making a face for tells that she isn’t willing to lie to them, “Not… a doctor.”
“Just cause the beatin’s made ya who ya are now, don’t mean they were good, I’m just hopin’ they ain’t treat ya too poorly. Can I see one of them magic tricks o’ yers, or should I let ya get ta restin’?”