An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
The footsteps stop. The light still shines, like a red stain on the floor, and the heavy breathing still shreds the nerves.
"Do you really care who I am, or does it matter more what my intent is? Let's play a game. You ask me as many questions as you want, and I will answer truthfully, but when I answer, you take a step toward this corner. If you ever feel the need to back out, you can start running at any point. But if I turn out to be a threat, I doubt you'll be able to outrun me."
It's about three more steps until he reaches the turn.
“Alright… who are you? No vague answers.” If the voice answers, he takes a step forwards.
A chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
“The blacklight? Spooky. Alright, will you try to attack me if I step too close?”
A moment of silence. The red light shifts slightly. "I think that all depends on your actions, not mine. Anyone can be reasoned with, it just depends on how easily. Simultaneously, anyone can be provoked to violence. I cannot predict the future, pureblood."
“…never a straight forward answer. What is with people here and never giving me a plain answer?” He Half yells, angrily chipping away another piece of the wood.
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
A chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
“The blacklight? Spooky. Alright, will you try to attack me if I step too close?”
A moment of silence. The red light shifts slightly. "I think that all depends on your actions, not mine. Anyone can be reasoned with, it just depends on how easily. Simultaneously, anyone can be provoked to violence. I cannot predict the future, pureblood."
“…never a straight forward answer. What is with people here and never giving me a plain answer?” He Half yells, angrily chipping away another piece of the wood.
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
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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 chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
“The blacklight? Spooky. Alright, will you try to attack me if I step too close?”
A moment of silence. The red light shifts slightly. "I think that all depends on your actions, not mine. Anyone can be reasoned with, it just depends on how easily. Simultaneously, anyone can be provoked to violence. I cannot predict the future, pureblood."
“…never a straight forward answer. What is with people here and never giving me a plain answer?” He Half yells, angrily chipping away another piece of the wood.
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
He takes a step back.
"Good, good. When was the last time you prayed? After that... who are you? No vague answers." The Blacklight chuckles as though it were turning a trick back on its owner.
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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.
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
He takes a step back.
"Good, good. When was the last time you prayed? After that... who are you? No vague answers." The Blacklight chuckles as though it were turning a trick back on its owner.
“Hmm, a few years ago. Before I went here. Rudolph Calloway, greatest Toymaker to ever live. Eventually.”
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
“He taught me. And so did his father, and his father, and his father too.”
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
He takes a step back.
"Good, good. When was the last time you prayed? After that... who are you? No vague answers." The Blacklight chuckles as though it were turning a trick back on its owner.
“Hmm, a few years ago. Before I went here. Rudolph Calloway, greatest Toymaker to ever live. Eventually.”
The light doesn't move. "Wonderful. Your turn, pureblood. Two steps back, and you can ask your question."
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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.
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
“He taught me. And so did his father, and his father, and his father too.”
A smile cracks across his sooty face, "Ah, wisdom passed down -koff- through the generations." He sighs, "Not much wisdom you get from the mines save don't go in there." He turns his head back up at you, "What're you -koff- doing deep down here?"
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
“He taught me. And so did his father, and his father, and his father too.”
A smile cracks across his sooty face, "Ah, wisdom passed down -koff- through the generations." He sighs, "Not much wisdom you get from the mines save don't go in there." He turns his head back up at you, "What're you -koff- doing deep down here?"
“People were freaked out when I told them that I talked to the ghosts of my father, and his father, and his father, and his father too.”
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
He takes a step back.
"Good, good. When was the last time you prayed? After that... who are you? No vague answers." The Blacklight chuckles as though it were turning a trick back on its owner.
“Hmm, a few years ago. Before I went here. Rudolph Calloway, greatest Toymaker to ever live. Eventually.”
The light doesn't move. "Wonderful. Your turn, pureblood. Two steps back, and you can ask your question."
“What are you? Because I’m pretty sure you aren’t human.”
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
“He taught me. And so did his father, and his father, and his father too.”
A smile cracks across his sooty face, "Ah, wisdom passed down -koff- through the generations." He sighs, "Not much wisdom you get from the mines save don't go in there." He turns his head back up at you, "What're you -koff- doing deep down here?"
“People were freaked out when I told them that I talked to the ghosts of my father, and his father, and his father, and his father too.”
He doesn't say anything for a moment and then his stillness is disturbed by a body racking cough, "I can see why. Were they ever buried?"
“Hmm, a few years ago. Before I went here. Rudolph Calloway, greatest Toymaker to ever live. Eventually.”
The light doesn't move. "Wonderful. Your turn, pureblood. Two steps back, and you can ask your question."
“What are you? Because I’m pretty sure you aren’t human.”
"Close. I'm half-human. I am what is referred to as a Demi-Eldritch. One of my parents was a being beyond mortal understanding. A red light that shines down from the moon and reshapes the land. One step forward, and my question... hmmm... this'll be hopeless for you if I don't ask at least two. Alright then. I'll ask two."
"Why did you want to be the greatest toymaker, and what do you plan on doing once you get away from the game? After all, answer both questions and you'll be home free."
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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.
As it gets close, Raphael can feel his blood grow stronger under the red glare of the beast. This thing radiates unnatural power. Blood and darkness, to be sure.
"I haven't seen the sky in so long... I just want to see the moon again... Have you ever seen an eclipse, pureblood?"
They nod no. "Despite my station, I have not experienced everything the worlds have to offer. What are you?"
It walks past Raphael. Its touch is invigorating, but clearly not positive energy.
"You... wouldn't understand. Angels, by nature, see the world as a set of systems. Anything outside those systems must be destroyed, as you lovingly demonstrated a minute ago. I exist as part of a different system, one much less orderly than what angels often choose to believe will function. I am a half-blood of the void. An heir of the night sky. A monster any father would be proud of."
Raphael stays still, before coughing as their voice returns to normal. "It is not your heritage that I take caution with. Merely your intentions, whatever they might be."
*Excellent job rping this fyi. Oh, and want to RP Raphael and Critic tomorrow, if your fine with that*
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
“He taught me. And so did his father, and his father, and his father too.”
A smile cracks across his sooty face, "Ah, wisdom passed down -koff- through the generations." He sighs, "Not much wisdom you get from the mines save don't go in there." He turns his head back up at you, "What're you -koff- doing deep down here?"
“People were freaked out when I told them that I talked to the ghosts of my father, and his father, and his father, and his father too.”
He doesn't say anything for a moment and then his stillness is disturbed by a body racking cough, "I can see why. Were they ever buried?"
“No. Not as far as I’m aware. Was yours?”
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A man in a blackened miner's coveralls and a hardhat turns around the corner. The only soot-free part of his body are the whites of his sunken eyes. A golden orb pours light across the shadowy corridor and hovers near his shoulders. He stands a little distance away, staring at you with sagging shoulders.
“…never a straight forward answer. What is with people here and never giving me a plain answer?” He Half yells, angrily chipping away another piece of the wood.
He looks at them, carving the wood in his hands. It doesn’t resemble anything yet.
”Ello there, who are you?”
The girl slides off the table and wanders towards the basement door
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"I'm a miner. Who are you?"
"Alright then. I'll change the game to fit your desires. First, I'll answer your question as best I can. By most definitions, I do not plan on attacking you if you get too close."
"New rule: You like straight answers, right? Demonstrate. I'll ask a question. If you answer, you can take a step back. If you don't, or if you lie, I take a step forward. There is a room five steps behind you. If you reach it, the game is over, and you win. If you reach me, I win. I'll let you take a step back now, but if you do, I get two questions this turn."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a step back.
“Better than my father. And his father. And his father too.”
"Good, good. When was the last time you prayed? After that... who are you? No vague answers." The Blacklight chuckles as though it were turning a trick back on its owner.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hmm, a few years ago. Before I went here. Rudolph Calloway, greatest Toymaker to ever live. Eventually.”
"My father was a coal miner. Always said if you cut him open you'd find blood blacker than black strap molasses." He sticks his fingers under his helmet and scratches his head, "I guess mining runs in the blood, but I wouldn't say I was any better than him. What exactly makes you better than your daddy?"
“He taught me. And so did his father, and his father, and his father too.”
The light doesn't move. "Wonderful. Your turn, pureblood. Two steps back, and you can ask your question."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A smile cracks across his sooty face, "Ah, wisdom passed down -koff- through the generations." He sighs, "Not much wisdom you get from the mines save don't go in there." He turns his head back up at you, "What're you -koff- doing deep down here?"
“People were freaked out when I told them that I talked to the ghosts of my father, and his father, and his father, and his father too.”
“What are you? Because I’m pretty sure you aren’t human.”
He doesn't say anything for a moment and then his stillness is disturbed by a body racking cough, "I can see why. Were they ever buried?"
"Close. I'm half-human. I am what is referred to as a Demi-Eldritch. One of my parents was a being beyond mortal understanding. A red light that shines down from the moon and reshapes the land. One step forward, and my question... hmmm... this'll be hopeless for you if I don't ask at least two. Alright then. I'll ask two."
"Why did you want to be the greatest toymaker, and what do you plan on doing once you get away from the game? After all, answer both questions and you'll be home free."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Raphael stays still, before coughing as their voice returns to normal. "It is not your heritage that I take caution with. Merely your intentions, whatever they might be."
*Excellent job rping this fyi. Oh, and want to RP Raphael and Critic tomorrow, if your fine with that*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“No. Not as far as I’m aware. Was yours?”