Oswald is eating a cheap sausage sandwich outside, watching his automatons scurry around, working.
Uncle Pastel is wrapping presents in the tavern. He has a lot of boxes to wrap.
Okropnosc is lurking around in the dark parts of the forest where he can't be seen clearly.
Yuri appears behind him and hugs him "Hi there" she chirps with a grin.
Sadeh walks over to him and helps him, making sure to follow his work exactly.
Pakmon is going to him and calls out. "Tell me what I have to do to destroy those who took my homeland. Tell me how I can make them fear me."
"Mm." Oswald doesn't react much. "How are you?"
Uncle Pastel calmly teaches her how to wrap them perfectly. He seems to be very experienced at this.
Silence. Then approaching footsteps. Light filtering through the trees reveals glimpses of the Baslilisk's current form: a mutilated Sadeh, burned with holy fire. Pakmon feels a twinge of something he hasn't felt in a long, long time: fear. Disgust. Anger, of course, but the fear is new. The footsteps get close, then stop. The voices re-emerge from behind Pakmon. "Fear is a defense mechanism against Consequence. You must, like me, become Consequence. But at the same time, it is a Secret. To be feared, you must become Unpredictable."
"Awakened and Bored." She said, tilting her head to the side. "What about you?" She asked.
Sadeh grins "You not my uncle, are you?" She asked, tilting her head. "It's okay. I don't care if you aren't. You've been nice to me and my sister and brother."
His hands shake in disbelief. He had never felt fear before, his father said he was immune to it and it passed down to him but now... now he was shaking like a scared dog. "Teach me.. Please. I want to take back my homeland from those who deemed me and my family to be monsters."
F3-0n has created a new weapon -- the spike gun. It appears to be a very large shotgun that fires large metal spikes. He is testing it outside of the city, in a forest clearing.
Lycosidos has finished eating the thug, and is weaving a web in an alley.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
F3-0n has created a new weapon -- the spike gun. It appears to be a very large shotgun that fires large metal spikes. He is testing it outside of the city, in a forest clearing.
Lycosidos has finished eating the thug, and is weaving a web in an alley.
Uncle Pastel calmly teaches her how to wrap them perfectly. He seems to be very experienced at this.
Silence. Then approaching footsteps. Light filtering through the trees reveals glimpses of the Baslilisk's current form: a mutilated Sadeh, burned with holy fire. Pakmon feels a twinge of something he hasn't felt in a long, long time: fear. Disgust. Anger, of course, but the fear is new. The footsteps get close, then stop. The voices re-emerge from behind Pakmon. "Fear is a defense mechanism against Consequence. You must, like me, become Consequence. But at the same time, it is a Secret. To be feared, you must become Unpredictable."
"Awakened and Bored." She said, tilting her head to the side. "What about you?" She asked.
Sadeh grins "You not my uncle, are you?" She asked, tilting her head. "It's okay. I don't care if you aren't. You've been nice to me and my sister and brother."
His hands shake in disbelief. He had never felt fear before, his father said he was immune to it and it passed down to him but now... now he was shaking like a scared dog. "Teach me.. Please. I want to take back my homeland from those who deemed me and my family to be monsters."
"I have to take a break. The investors don't want to 'wear out' their cash cow. Everything feels like busywork when I don't have a direct job to do. I guess I could try and design more efficient tree-planters again."
"I'm everyone's Uncle. I decided that when I was very little. It's a calling that I've never grown tired of."
Silence for a full 10 seconds. "I see. First off, you must see them as people. Sympathize. Care about them. Then crush them. They already see you as a monster, and they refuse to see you as anything else. Lean into that. Be the unbridled evil they expect you to be. But make it clear: you know that they are people. There is humanity in you... but not enough to save them."
Uncle Pastel calmly teaches her how to wrap them perfectly. He seems to be very experienced at this.
Silence. Then approaching footsteps. Light filtering through the trees reveals glimpses of the Baslilisk's current form: a mutilated Sadeh, burned with holy fire. Pakmon feels a twinge of something he hasn't felt in a long, long time: fear. Disgust. Anger, of course, but the fear is new. The footsteps get close, then stop. The voices re-emerge from behind Pakmon. "Fear is a defense mechanism against Consequence. You must, like me, become Consequence. But at the same time, it is a Secret. To be feared, you must become Unpredictable."
"Awakened and Bored." She said, tilting her head to the side. "What about you?" She asked.
Sadeh grins "You not my uncle, are you?" She asked, tilting her head. "It's okay. I don't care if you aren't. You've been nice to me and my sister and brother."
His hands shake in disbelief. He had never felt fear before, his father said he was immune to it and it passed down to him but now... now he was shaking like a scared dog. "Teach me.. Please. I want to take back my homeland from those who deemed me and my family to be monsters."
"I have to take a break. The investors don't want to 'wear out' their cash cow. Everything feels like busywork when I don't have a direct job to do. I guess I could try and design more efficient tree-planters again."
"I'm everyone's Uncle. I decided that when I was very little. It's a calling that I've never grown tired of."
Silence for a full 10 seconds. "I see. First off, you must see them as people. Sympathize. Care about them. Then crush them. They already see you as a monster, and they refuse to see you as anything else. Lean into that. Be the unbridled evil they expect you to be. But make it clear: you know that they are people. There is humanity in you... but not enough to save them."
She beams "That would be nice. Thank you again." She said and messed with his hair quietly. (Listening to Cutthroat yet again to get a feel for Oswald.)
She nods "Do you want us to be your Nephew and Nieces?"
"How can I see them as people when they attacked us?" He begged "How can I get them to see me more than a monster?"
"I have to take a break. The investors don't want to 'wear out' their cash cow. Everything feels like busywork when I don't have a direct job to do. I guess I could try and design more efficient tree-planters again."
"I'm everyone's Uncle. I decided that when I was very little. It's a calling that I've never grown tired of."
Silence for a full 10 seconds. "I see. First off, you must see them as people. Sympathize. Care about them. Then crush them. They already see you as a monster, and they refuse to see you as anything else. Lean into that. Be the unbridled evil they expect you to be. But make it clear: you know that they are people. There is humanity in you... but not enough to save them."
She beams "That would be nice. Thank you again." She said and messed with his hair quietly. (Listening to Cutthroat yet again to get a feel for Oswald.)
She nods "Do you want us to be your Nephew and Nieces?"
"How can I see them as people when they attacked us?" He begged "How can I get them to see me more than a monster?"
"It's really nothing." He doesn't seem like the humble type. (Awesome!)
"I would love that more than anything."
"You ask for the impossible. They already fear you. Hate you. Everything tells them that you are to be destroyed. They are experiencing the Fight response. All they need is a little push. Don't threaten their loved ones. Their homes and their people are safe. Make it known: those who oppose you will be annihilated. You are Consequence, not Threat."
"I have to take a break. The investors don't want to 'wear out' their cash cow. Everything feels like busywork when I don't have a direct job to do. I guess I could try and design more efficient tree-planters again."
"I'm everyone's Uncle. I decided that when I was very little. It's a calling that I've never grown tired of."
Silence for a full 10 seconds. "I see. First off, you must see them as people. Sympathize. Care about them. Then crush them. They already see you as a monster, and they refuse to see you as anything else. Lean into that. Be the unbridled evil they expect you to be. But make it clear: you know that they are people. There is humanity in you... but not enough to save them."
She beams "That would be nice. Thank you again." She said and messed with his hair quietly. (Listening to Cutthroat yet again to get a feel for Oswald.)
She nods "Do you want us to be your Nephew and Nieces?"
"How can I see them as people when they attacked us?" He begged "How can I get them to see me more than a monster?"
"It's really nothing." He doesn't seem like the humble type. (Awesome!)
"I would love that more than anything."
"You ask for the impossible. They already fear you. Hate you. Everything tells them that you are to be destroyed. They are experiencing the Fight response. All they need is a little push. Don't threaten their loved ones. Their homes and their people are safe. Make it known: those who oppose you will be annihilated. You are Consequence, not Threat."
"Well, it means a lot to me, so I will keep thanking you." She purrs with delight. She wraps her arms around his neck and grins "How much time do you have for a break?" (These two are exact opposites, I love it so much. She is just pure emotion while he isn't.)
She giggles and nods "Then we shall. It's not like we have a home to go back to.." She said and sighed and shook her head, smiling again "Why do people give presents to each other on Christmas?"
He looks crestfallen. He sighs and drops his weapons to the ground "I just want my sister to live their life, but not in fear of being killed anytime someone looks at them wrong. Please... I will give you anything. Please help us."
"I would rather not. I grew up in a swamp, and that was bad enough."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Awakened and Bored." She said, tilting her head to the side. "What about you?" She asked.
Sadeh grins "You not my uncle, are you?" She asked, tilting her head. "It's okay. I don't care if you aren't. You've been nice to me and my sister and brother."
His hands shake in disbelief. He had never felt fear before, his father said he was immune to it and it passed down to him but now... now he was shaking like a scared dog. "Teach me.. Please. I want to take back my homeland from those who deemed me and my family to be monsters."
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
F3-0n has created a new weapon -- the spike gun. It appears to be a very large shotgun that fires large metal spikes. He is testing it outside of the city, in a forest clearing.
Lycosidos has finished eating the thug, and is weaving a web in an alley.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'Yeah. Though my place is nicer, no gators or fish or mosquito swarms'
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'Ya ok there?' Flint says to Lycosidos
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"I have to take a break. The investors don't want to 'wear out' their cash cow. Everything feels like busywork when I don't have a direct job to do. I guess I could try and design more efficient tree-planters again."
"I'm everyone's Uncle. I decided that when I was very little. It's a calling that I've never grown tired of."
Silence for a full 10 seconds. "I see. First off, you must see them as people. Sympathize. Care about them. Then crush them. They already see you as a monster, and they refuse to see you as anything else. Lean into that. Be the unbridled evil they expect you to be. But make it clear: you know that they are people. There is humanity in you... but not enough to save them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It's a sewer, Flint. There's no point in trying to hide it. I'm not the type who can go swim in human filth without people noticing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hey, it's not just 'human filth', there are elves and orcs and other races who live in this city too'
*A typical Flint line if ever there was one*
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"It makes no difference to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Me neither. I'm just messing with ya, buddy. Ya wanna go for a walk or something, the cherry blossoms are nice this time of year'
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She beams "That would be nice. Thank you again." She said and messed with his hair quietly. (Listening to Cutthroat yet again to get a feel for Oswald.)
She nods "Do you want us to be your Nephew and Nieces?"
"How can I see them as people when they attacked us?" He begged "How can I get them to see me more than a monster?"
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
"Sure, why not? I might see something interesting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Great! So, how's business going?'
Flint heads off on a nice walking route
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*a grand morning to you all! How goes it?*
"It's really nothing." He doesn't seem like the humble type. (Awesome!)
"I would love that more than anything."
"You ask for the impossible. They already fear you. Hate you. Everything tells them that you are to be destroyed. They are experiencing the Fight response. All they need is a little push. Don't threaten their loved ones. Their homes and their people are safe. Make it known: those who oppose you will be annihilated. You are Consequence, not Threat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*MY FRIENDDDDDD*
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 booming. My new Eco-friendly policies have attracted a new audience. They don't all trust me quite yet. I need to earn that."
Oswald looks around, seemingly unaffected by the beauty of nature.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Eco-friendly policies? That sounds good, what are they?'
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"Well, it means a lot to me, so I will keep thanking you." She purrs with delight. She wraps her arms around his neck and grins "How much time do you have for a break?" (These two are exact opposites, I love it so much. She is just pure emotion while he isn't.)
She giggles and nods "Then we shall. It's not like we have a home to go back to.." She said and sighed and shook her head, smiling again "Why do people give presents to each other on Christmas?"
He looks crestfallen. He sighs and drops his weapons to the ground "I just want my sister to live their life, but not in fear of being killed anytime someone looks at them wrong. Please... I will give you anything. Please help us."
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
"Setting up air-cleansers, avoiding pollution, planting trees. Stuff like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels