She smiles back at them, licking her lips and gesturing them over, looking affectionately at them.
“No no, candied apples would be fine, you don’t have to make me anything.”
She looks up at them, frowning as she pulls back from the hug, putting her hands on her hips, “What’s up?”
When he's dry, he comes over to sit in her lap. "Hello, dear."
"I'll make something for you whether you like it or not." she laughs, getting busy. "Wander? Do you need something?"
"I'm working, dear. Apologies for my distance." he shuffles over to a man on a table, secured to it via plastic wrap and ductape
She wraps her arms around them, resting her head on their shoulder, “Hello, love. Enjoying your swim?”
Wander looks up and over to them, shaking his head, “You are enough of a gift for me.” Sylvia scoffs, “He loves anything anyone gives him, the thought of a gift excites him.”
She sits down nearby and watches silently once she understands the situation, wanting to see them work.
"Indeed I am, but I enjoy your presence more." he reaches a paw up to hold her face
"I've come to accept that as fact." she laughs. A glass appears next to Wander, filled with ice. It has his name etched into it
"This man is a deflowerer and peddles drugs to young children. He will not do that any longer." He puts smelling salts under the man's nose, slapping them a bit.
She leans against their hand with a smile, “I would’ve joined you in the pool if I could’ve, I’m sorry I cannot.”
He looks over before taking the glass, noticing the etching and smiling brightly, having tied back his incredibly long hair so she can see his face more easily.
She frowns, she hates meeting people like that, crime she’s fine with, but doing anything that puts kids in the crime she hates, “Can I kill him?”
She smiles back at them, licking her lips and gesturing them over, looking affectionately at them.
“No no, candied apples would be fine, you don’t have to make me anything.”
She looks up at them, frowning as she pulls back from the hug, putting her hands on her hips, “What’s up?”
When he's dry, he comes over to sit in her lap. "Hello, dear."
"I'll make something for you whether you like it or not." she laughs, getting busy. "Wander? Do you need something?"
"I'm working, dear. Apologies for my distance." he shuffles over to a man on a table, secured to it via plastic wrap and ductape
She wraps her arms around them, resting her head on their shoulder, “Hello, love. Enjoying your swim?”
Wander looks up and over to them, shaking his head, “You are enough of a gift for me.” Sylvia scoffs, “He loves anything anyone gives him, the thought of a gift excites him.”
She sits down nearby and watches silently once she understands the situation, wanting to see them work.
"Indeed I am, but I enjoy your presence more." he reaches a paw up to hold her face
"I've come to accept that as fact." she laughs. A glass appears next to Wander, filled with ice. It has his name etched into it
"This man is a deflowerer and peddles drugs to young children. He will not do that any longer." He puts smelling salts under the man's nose, slapping them a bit.
She leans against their hand with a smile, “I would’ve joined you in the pool if I could’ve, I’m sorry I cannot.”
He looks over before taking the glass, noticing the etching and smiling brightly, having tied back his incredibly long hair so she can see his face more easily.
She frowns, she hates meeting people like that, crime she’s fine with, but doing anything that puts kids in the crime she hates, “Can I kill him?”
"Do not apologize, it's not directly your fault. I am surprised to see you, though, how did you know where to find me?"
"Wander, dear, have you considered getting a new banjo? I've seen a few for sale in town." She hands Sylvia a glazed apple
"You can deliver the killing blow, but I have a few things to do first.."
The man on the table looks around, frantically.
“It wasn’t difficult to find summer, after that I just had to look for a god.” She says with a smirk, running a claw across their belly.
He looks back at them, tilting his head, “Is there something wrong with the bango I’ve got? She’s been with me as long as Sylvia has.” Sylvia crunches down on it, nodding.
Moonshine notices the fear in their eyes and smiles, sitting closer.
He downs the tankard with the thirst of an experienced drinker. "Did you know," he says between bites, "that the water in Mistshore isn't safe to drink? I brew my own beer and serve it at my soup kitchen, but it's nowhere near this strong. This is some amazing stuff."
"I'm glad you enjoy it. I'm not responsible for it's creation, but it's a town favorite. Why is the water not drinkable?"
"Parasites. They swim around so small you can't see them, then grow bigger once they feed on blood. Dysentery, now with tapeworms. Not literally, but effectively the case. Go for a swim, odds are you would be better off sinking. If we had any clerics in that part of the city it would be a non-issue, or if we had the proper equipment to filter the water. I have my still, but after that the water is poisoned by the toxins the parasites release when killed, so we're kind of screwed."
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She continues to run the blade across their chest, leaving cuts so thin they don’t even bleed “Yes, love.”
He looks down at his bango, worn with time and old as anything else “I don’t think this one can do much more than it has… maybe a new one would be good.”
She nods, listening and looking the least carefree she ever has, taking out a small, sharp knife.
She continues to run the blade across their chest, leaving cuts so thin they don’t even bleed “Yes, love.”
He looks down at his bango, worn with time and old as anything else “I don’t think this one can do much more than it has… maybe a new one would be good.”
She nods, listening and looking the least carefree she ever has, taking out a small, sharp knife.
His hind kicks and he leans into the touch; an act so simple has him melting
"I will buy you the finest banjo money can buy then, dear." she sits on the ground beside him
"No, not yet. and not with that knife." he puts some of the blood on a slide, pressing the glass pieces together
She continues to do it, smiling and kissing their neck, “You like that? Good to know, dear, Byren.”
He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her, “You don’t have to do that, any bango you buy will do.”
She sighs and puts away the knife, like she never had it at all, still watching them work as she looks over to them, “Then what?”
Atticus is lazing around, tossing Uzui's soul bottle into the air and catching it over and over.
Jacob is boiling the toxins out of grell tentacles in the kitchen.
Uzui has been looking for them, most of his carefree attitude has vanished, he’s nervous, fidgeting with his hands.
Damian walks into the kitchen, waving to them, smiling “Oh, hello.”
He hums to himself and stops flipping the bottle, not looking at Uzui. "I filled you with dread and I can't stop laughing! Your parents are dead and I can't stop laughing! Right to the top you'll crawl, But all you find up here's a fall!"
He bows his head to Damian. "Hello. Are you Saphuno's legendary husband?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Atticus is lazing around, tossing Uzui's soul bottle into the air and catching it over and over.
Jacob is boiling the toxins out of grell tentacles in the kitchen.
Uzui has been looking for them, most of his carefree attitude has vanished, he’s nervous, fidgeting with his hands.
Damian walks into the kitchen, waving to them, smiling “Oh, hello.”
He hums to himself and stops flipping the bottle, not looking at Uzui. "I filled you with dread and I can't stop laughing! Your parents are dead and I can't stop laughing! Right to the top you'll crawl, But all you find up here's a fall!"
He bows his head to Damian. "Hello. Are you Saphuno's legendary husband?"
*Referencing the Joker singing from Arkham Knight is crazy.*
He sits down in his own legs next to them, looking over to the bottle, wincing every time they toss it up and catch it as if he causes him physical pain. He doesn’t speak, listening.
He tilts his head and gives a wide grin “Oh? I didn’t know my reputation proceeded me, Damian Alterious-Padfoot, it’s a pleasure.”
He hums to himself and stops flipping the bottle, not looking at Uzui. "I filled you with dread and I can't stop laughing! Your parents are dead and I can't stop laughing! Right to the top you'll crawl, But all you find up here's a fall!"
He bows his head to Damian. "Hello. Are you Saphuno's legendary husband?"
*Referencing the Joker singing from Arkham Knight is crazy.*
He sits down in his own legs next to them, looking over to the bottle, wincing every time they toss it up and catch it as if he causes him physical pain. He doesn’t speak, listening.
He tilts his head and gives a wide grin “Oh? I didn’t know my reputation proceeded me, Damian Alterious-Padfoot, it’s a pleasure.”
He drags his short, dull claws along the bottle, making a squeaking sound. "I'm in your blood, I'm so alive, I only wish you'd let me drive! It won't be long till I make you kill! Who'll be laughing then?" Atticus grins, offering the bottle. "I'm messing with you. Sort of."
"Jacob Abbott. A pleasure for me as well. Your wife invited me to work in the kitchen." He removes the tentacles from one pot and puts them into the other, the one with the beaks. "Some people call me the Desperation Chef because of my specialties. I'm learning to work with the local ingredients at the moment, so forgive me if my first few dishes aren't up to scratch."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She continues to run the blade across their chest, leaving cuts so thin they don’t even bleed “Yes, love.”
He looks down at his bango, worn with time and old as anything else “I don’t think this one can do much more than it has… maybe a new one would be good.”
She nods, listening and looking the least carefree she ever has, taking out a small, sharp knife.
His hind kicks and he leans into the touch; an act so simple has him melting
"I will buy you the finest banjo money can buy then, dear." she sits on the ground beside him
"No, not yet. and not with that knife." he puts some of the blood on a slide, pressing the glass pieces together
She continues to do it, smiling and kissing their neck, “You like that? Good to know, dear, Byren.”
He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her, “You don’t have to do that, any bango you buy will do.”
She sighs and puts away the knife, like she never had it at all, still watching them work as she looks over to them, “Then what?”
"I do.. but I don't know what you like.." he frowns
"but only the finest will satisfy me, that way I know it will be a quality instrument!"
"I am sorry, the ritual must be followed to the letter. Take his." from within himself, he withdraws a pitch black blade, a chef's knife. "one stroke to the heart, the blade facing you."
“I like you, what more do you want to know, love?” She asks, stopping her hands, looking up at them.
He laughs, kissing her side as high as he can reach, “If you say so, do you play any instruments?”
She takes the pitch black knife, holding it firmly in her hands, they don’t even shake as she makes the stroke, sharp and quick.
"Parasites. They swim around so small you can't see them, then grow bigger once they feed on blood. Dysentery, now with tapeworms. Not literally, but effectively the case. Go for a swim, odds are you would be better off sinking. If we had any clerics in that part of the city it would be a non-issue, or if we had the proper equipment to filter the water. I have my still, but after that the water is poisoned by the toxins the parasites release when killed, so we're kind of screwed."
"Well, I don't know much about science, so I can't help, but that sounds really [GP]. Did you eat enough?"
"My body absorbs nutrients and calories more efficiently due to a mix of genetic aberration and the severe training needed to survive Mistshore. With food like this, a forkful could probably sustain me for a day." He smiles at her. "Thank you for your kindness."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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She leans against their hand with a smile, “I would’ve joined you in the pool if I could’ve, I’m sorry I cannot.”
He looks over before taking the glass, noticing the etching and smiling brightly, having tied back his incredibly long hair so she can see his face more easily.
She frowns, she hates meeting people like that, crime she’s fine with, but doing anything that puts kids in the crime she hates, “Can I kill him?”
*Im on and off but I’ll try, Atticus for sure, maybe someone else too.*
“It wasn’t difficult to find summer, after that I just had to look for a god.” She says with a smirk, running a claw across their belly.
He looks back at them, tilting his head, “Is there something wrong with the bango I’ve got? She’s been with me as long as Sylvia has.” Sylvia crunches down on it, nodding.
Moonshine notices the fear in their eyes and smiles, sitting closer.
"Parasites. They swim around so small you can't see them, then grow bigger once they feed on blood. Dysentery, now with tapeworms. Not literally, but effectively the case. Go for a swim, odds are you would be better off sinking. If we had any clerics in that part of the city it would be a non-issue, or if we had the proper equipment to filter the water. I have my still, but after that the water is poisoned by the toxins the parasites release when killed, so we're kind of screwed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alright, Atticus and Jacob for now.*
Atticus is lazing around, tossing Uzui's soul bottle into the air and catching it over and over.
Jacob is boiling the toxins out of grell tentacles in the kitchen.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem.*
She continues to run the blade across their chest, leaving cuts so thin they don’t even bleed “Yes, love.”
He looks down at his bango, worn with time and old as anything else “I don’t think this one can do much more than it has… maybe a new one would be good.”
She nods, listening and looking the least carefree she ever has, taking out a small, sharp knife.
Uzui has been looking for them, most of his carefree attitude has vanished, he’s nervous, fidgeting with his hands.
Damian walks into the kitchen, waving to them, smiling “Oh, hello.”
She continues to do it, smiling and kissing their neck, “You like that? Good to know, dear, Byren.”
He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her, “You don’t have to do that, any bango you buy will do.”
She sighs and puts away the knife, like she never had it at all, still watching them work as she looks over to them, “Then what?”
He hums to himself and stops flipping the bottle, not looking at Uzui.
"I filled you with dread and I can't stop laughing!
Your parents are dead and I can't stop laughing!
Right to the top you'll crawl,
But all you find up here's a fall!"
He bows his head to Damian. "Hello. Are you Saphuno's legendary husband?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Referencing the Joker singing from Arkham Knight is crazy.*
He sits down in his own legs next to them, looking over to the bottle, wincing every time they toss it up and catch it as if he causes him physical pain. He doesn’t speak, listening.
He tilts his head and gives a wide grin “Oh? I didn’t know my reputation proceeded me, Damian Alterious-Padfoot, it’s a pleasure.”
He drags his short, dull claws along the bottle, making a squeaking sound.
"I'm in your blood, I'm so alive,
I only wish you'd let me drive!
It won't be long till I make you kill!
Who'll be laughing then?"
Atticus grins, offering the bottle. "I'm messing with you. Sort of."
"Jacob Abbott. A pleasure for me as well. Your wife invited me to work in the kitchen." He removes the tentacles from one pot and puts them into the other, the one with the beaks. "Some people call me the Desperation Chef because of my specialties. I'm learning to work with the local ingredients at the moment, so forgive me if my first few dishes aren't up to scratch."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I like you, what more do you want to know, love?” She asks, stopping her hands, looking up at them.
He laughs, kissing her side as high as he can reach, “If you say so, do you play any instruments?”
She takes the pitch black knife, holding it firmly in her hands, they don’t even shake as she makes the stroke, sharp and quick.
"My body absorbs nutrients and calories more efficiently due to a mix of genetic aberration and the severe training needed to survive Mistshore. With food like this, a forkful could probably sustain me for a day." He smiles at her. "Thank you for your kindness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.