"You are very welcome. The coins were Hell Iron, a material as valuable as gold, probably moreso here due to its apparent rarity. It's used in high-powered machinery, and is fairly common in my homeland. It grows naturally where greed thrives, and its presence draws in greedy prospectors, which continues its life cycle. We kill it in the process of forging or melting it, but if allowed to spread it kills native wildlife."
The apple is pristine, probably the most perfect apple he's ever seen. It's big and bright red and healthy. It's also faintly cold and damp, delicately preserved for the purpose of gifting.
He puts the apple back down to the table, looking back over to Otto, his eyes glistening with tears of joy “I… why did you give me all of these before I even worked for you…? I… I can use these to pay off my debts… thank you Mr. Otto, you are a life saver.”
"All parasites want their host to excel and thrive. Most are simply too foolish or greedy to keep their symbiote alive." He explains, taking off his glasses to polish them on his tie. His eyes are dark, rotten-pumpkin holes in his face with tiny irises gleaming bright red. The glasses must have some sort of illusion on them. "It's in everyone's best interest that we keep talented, intelligent people like you safe, happy, and stimulated. I want to see what you can do if given the chance." His eyes are too inhuman to reveal any discernable emotion or deception.
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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.
"You are very welcome. The coins were Hell Iron, a material as valuable as gold, probably moreso here due to its apparent rarity. It's used in high-powered machinery, and is fairly common in my homeland. It grows naturally where greed thrives, and its presence draws in greedy prospectors, which continues its life cycle. We kill it in the process of forging or melting it, but if allowed to spread it kills native wildlife."
The apple is pristine, probably the most perfect apple he's ever seen. It's big and bright red and healthy. It's also faintly cold and damp, delicately preserved for the purpose of gifting.
He puts the apple back down to the table, looking back over to Otto, his eyes glistening with tears of joy “I… why did you give me all of these before I even worked for you…? I… I can use these to pay off my debts… thank you Mr. Otto, you are a life saver.”
"All parasites want their host to excel and thrive. Most are simply too foolish or greedy to keep their symbiote alive." He explains, taking off his glasses to polish them on his tie. His eyes are dark, rotten-pumpkin holes in his face with tiny irises gleaming bright red. The glasses must have some sort of illusion on them. "It's in everyone's best interest that we keep talented, intelligent people like you safe, happy, and stimulated. I want to see what you can do if given the chance." His eyes are too inhuman to reveal any discernable emotion or deception.
“You… aren’t a parasite… at worst you are a symbiotie, parasites down want to do anything but consume what keeps their host alive… thank you for this… even if you believe yourself to be less than good, I’m going to believe otherwise.” He takes the model back, looking at it curiously.
"All parasites want their host to excel and thrive. Most are simply too foolish or greedy to keep their symbiote alive." He explains, taking off his glasses to polish them on his tie. His eyes are dark, rotten-pumpkin holes in his face with tiny irises gleaming bright red. The glasses must have some sort of illusion on them. "It's in everyone's best interest that we keep talented, intelligent people like you safe, happy, and stimulated. I want to see what you can do if given the chance." His eyes are too inhuman to reveal any discernable emotion or deception.
“You… aren’t a parasite… at worst you are a symbiotie, parasites down want to do anything but consume what keeps their host alive… thank you for this… even if you believe yourself to be less than good, I’m going to believe otherwise.” He takes the model back, looking at it curiously.
He chuckles as he puts his glasses back on. "I'm a monster. All businessmen are, but I'm a distinctly subhuman one as you've no doubt noticed. A pseudo-person. My closest natural relative is the False Hydra." He looks at the model. "I've always hated trains. Of all the interests I've ever had, the railway was never one despite all my father did to instill it into me. I prefer living things. Machines are someone else's job."
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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.
*You've got me confused with crows. I bring playful mischief and romance, not death*
*Brother, I am the wrong person to say that to.*
*you just get the playful mischief part tho*
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*You've got me confused with crows. I bring playful mischief and romance, not death*
*Brother, I am the wrong person to say that to.*
*you just get the playful mischief part tho*
*And death that one time*
*On accident. Wanna RP or something? i'd also be down to yap*
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Thirteen is trying to consort with higher-multiversal entities.
Mauric is making piercer kebabs.
Riotan is preparing his incursion.
"Excuse me, why do you continue to force contact?" calls a voice in his mind
Saphuno is watching, helping him here and there
Mac is missing.
"To save my friend's life."
"Thanks, but I got it." He tells her.
Needing his cultists by his side for this affair, Rio's looking for him.
"Oh, I don't think I can help with that, very sorry."
"Alright, just making sure. Smells really good, though."
His search takes a while, but he finds the sad lump by the river, holding his legs to his chest
"You can't cure magical cancer, then?"
"I hope so. Piercers can be really stringy." He nods.
Riotan sits beside him, patting him on the head consolingly.
"I can try, I just need about an hour to materialize in your plane."
"Never had them before, when will it be done."
"Hey.." he says weakly, sniffling
"So... what are you, exactly?"
"In like... a minute or so."
Rio wordlessly hugs you.
"A god, more likened to a Sand Man, but I can do all sorts of things." An energy begins to coalesce near them
"Sweet! Want me to grab plates?"
Mac sobs out, hugging Rio tightly, blabbering incoherent words.
Thirteen opens an eye. “That being?”
“Sure!”
Rio just stays there, doing his best to be a solid presence the whole time.
"Mainly things that help the spirit, the mind, and the body. I'm less of an expert at the last though, so I doubt i'll be able to help your friend fully
Saphuno gets up and grabs two plates and some silverware. She also grabs a tankard and fills it with ale. "What do you want to drink?"
He settles down, speaking audibly now. "Riotan... I... I'm a mess..."
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*I'd be up for RP. I want to use Otto, and you can use whoever. I can bring out multiple characters too, if you want.*
*I'd like to see Felix again if that's okay. I've got an interaction planned that i'd like to see. Here's Ace and Cyvus. Let me know if you want somebody else as well*
Ace is drinking at the tavern, having racked up a considerable tab but never getting past tipsy.
Cyvus is sitting on a stump outside of his house, woodworking an elegeant staff. On the ground beside him lays his great-axe and the hilt of a sword.
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*I'd be up for RP. I want to use Otto, and you can use whoever. I can bring out multiple characters too, if you want.*
*I'd like to see Felix again if that's okay. I've got an interaction planned that i'd like to see. Here's Ace and Cyvus. Let me know if you want somebody else as well*
Ace is drinking at the tavern, having racked up a considerable tab but never getting past tipsy.
Cyvus is sitting on a stump outside of his house, woodworking an elegeant staff. On the ground beside him lays his great-axe and the hilt of a sword.
A long, manicured hand with dirt under the fingernails reaches around Ace, placing down a bottle of hard cider directly in front of him, while another arm reaches around his other side and places some black coins on the counter.
Felix waddles over and starts building a little stone grill. He has a fish about the size of himself on his back.
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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.
A long, manicured hand with dirt under the fingernails reaches around Ace, placing down a bottle of hard cider directly in front of him, while another arm reaches around his other side and places some black coins on the counter.
Felix waddles over and starts building a little stone grill. He has a fish about the size of himself on his back.
Ace looks at the cider and then the coins before looking for the owner of the hand. "Hello."
"Ahh, Felix, my friend." he says as he looks to them with a smile, still working expertly despite not making eye contact with the piece. "Good to see you, that's a mighty big catch."
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A long, manicured hand with dirt under the fingernails reaches around Ace, placing down a bottle of hard cider directly in front of him, while another arm reaches around his other side and places some black coins on the counter.
Felix waddles over and starts building a little stone grill. He has a fish about the size of himself on his back.
Ace looks at the cider and then the coins before looking for the owner of the hand. "Hello."
"Ahh, Felix, my friend." he says as he looks to them with a smile, still working expertly despite not making eye contact with the piece. "Good to see you, that's a mighty big catch."
Otto, half-shrouded in darkness, stands about six feet behind Ace, grinning with his tattered smile. His glasses gleam, a pinprick of red light shining behind each lens. "Hello to you too. You seem mighty thirsty."
"I've caught bigger. How are you today?" He lights the fire beneath the grill and places the fish on top of it. He then begins gutting it.
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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.
A long, manicured hand with dirt under the fingernails reaches around Ace, placing down a bottle of hard cider directly in front of him, while another arm reaches around his other side and places some black coins on the counter.
Felix waddles over and starts building a little stone grill. He has a fish about the size of himself on his back.
Ace looks at the cider and then the coins before looking for the owner of the hand. "Hello."
"Ahh, Felix, my friend." he says as he looks to them with a smile, still working expertly despite not making eye contact with the piece. "Good to see you, that's a mighty big catch."
Otto, half-shrouded in darkness, stands about six feet behind Ace, grinning with his tattered smile. His glasses gleam, a pinprick of red light shining behind each lens. "Hello to you too. You seem mighty thirsty."
"I've caught bigger. How are you today?" He lights the fire beneath the grill and places the fish on top of it. He then begins gutting it.
He waves to Otto. "Just trying to pass the time, thank you." He opens the bottle of cider and smells it
"I'm as well as I can be for a century and some years old. How about you?"
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*Gives it a good crunch, like pop rocks*
*And it has that red juice that only comes out when you eat the glass! So perfect!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"All parasites want their host to excel and thrive. Most are simply too foolish or greedy to keep their symbiote alive." He explains, taking off his glasses to polish them on his tie. His eyes are dark, rotten-pumpkin holes in his face with tiny irises gleaming bright red. The glasses must have some sort of illusion on them. "It's in everyone's best interest that we keep talented, intelligent people like you safe, happy, and stimulated. I want to see what you can do if given the chance." His eyes are too inhuman to reveal any discernable emotion or deception.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I kinda want to make another cannibal chef but more so leaning to Southern culture.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“You… aren’t a parasite… at worst you are a symbiotie, parasites down want to do anything but consume what keeps their host alive… thank you for this… even if you believe yourself to be less than good, I’m going to believe otherwise.” He takes the model back, looking at it curiously.
*I love it I love it I love it*
*Have you watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? It's an epic aesthetic.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles as he puts his glasses back on. "I'm a monster. All businessmen are, but I'm a distinctly subhuman one as you've no doubt noticed. A pseudo-person. My closest natural relative is the False Hydra." He looks at the model. "I've always hated trains. Of all the interests I've ever had, the railway was never one despite all my father did to instill it into me. I prefer living things. Machines are someone else's job."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*you just get the playful mischief part tho*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*And death that one time*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*On accident. Wanna RP or something? i'd also be down to yap*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Thirteen opens an eye. “That being?”
“Sure!”
Rio just stays there, doing his best to be a solid presence the whole time.
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'd be up for RP. I want to use Otto, and you can use whoever. I can bring out multiple characters too, if you want.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Mainly things that help the spirit, the mind, and the body. I'm less of an expert at the last though, so I doubt i'll be able to help your friend fully
Saphuno gets up and grabs two plates and some silverware. She also grabs a tankard and fills it with ale. "What do you want to drink?"
He settles down, speaking audibly now. "Riotan... I... I'm a mess..."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*I'd like to see Felix again if that's okay. I've got an interaction planned that i'd like to see. Here's Ace and Cyvus. Let me know if you want somebody else as well*
Ace is drinking at the tavern, having racked up a considerable tab but never getting past tipsy.
Cyvus is sitting on a stump outside of his house, woodworking an elegeant staff. On the ground beside him lays his great-axe and the hilt of a sword.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
A long, manicured hand with dirt under the fingernails reaches around Ace, placing down a bottle of hard cider directly in front of him, while another arm reaches around his other side and places some black coins on the counter.
Felix waddles over and starts building a little stone grill. He has a fish about the size of himself on his back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ace looks at the cider and then the coins before looking for the owner of the hand. "Hello."
"Ahh, Felix, my friend." he says as he looks to them with a smile, still working expertly despite not making eye contact with the piece. "Good to see you, that's a mighty big catch."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Otto, half-shrouded in darkness, stands about six feet behind Ace, grinning with his tattered smile. His glasses gleam, a pinprick of red light shining behind each lens. "Hello to you too. You seem mighty thirsty."
"I've caught bigger. How are you today?" He lights the fire beneath the grill and places the fish on top of it. He then begins gutting it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He waves to Otto. "Just trying to pass the time, thank you." He opens the bottle of cider and smells it
"I'm as well as I can be for a century and some years old. How about you?"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*I am back, hypothetically.*
*perchance*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25