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*
"And what knowledge have you of my intentions, pureblood?"
It begins to walk off, but waits to hear Raphael's answer.
“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."
“Because that’s what my father did, and his father, and his father, and his father too. And I’m planning on resuming my work,” he gestures to the branch he’s been carving.
The girl slides off the table and wanders towards the basement door
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? You don’t go in there!” The meds have taken effect and for a short time, he seems sane.
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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*
"And what knowledge have you of my intentions, pureblood?"
It begins to walk off, but waits to hear Raphael's answer.
*Oh, thank you and absolutely!*
"I infer from what I sense. That you were locked away, even if by that... groundskeeper. I know that a wendigo reveals a creature of flesh eating. Your description of yourself as a monster. I am wary, but you have brought wisdom to me, however small. I shall collect more information." They explain, shifting into a song bird as they follow the creature
*Great! I am sure Critic will have things to say about Raphael and how to be a good warlock patron*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“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."
“Because that’s what my father did, and his father, and his father, and his father too. And I’m planning on resuming my work,” he gestures to the branch he’s been carving.
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
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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.
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
“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."
“Because that’s what my father did, and his father, and his father, and his father too. And I’m planning on resuming my work,” he gestures to the branch he’s been carving.
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
"I infer from what I sense. That you were locked away, even if by that... groundskeeper. I know that a wendigo reveals a creature of flesh eating. Your description of yourself as a monster. I am wary, but you have brought wisdom to me, however small. I shall collect more information." They explain, shifting into a song bird as they follow the creature
*Great! I am sure Critic will have things to say about Raphael and how to be a good warlock patron*
It laughs and sprints down the hall, looking for an exit or courtyard, its heavy hooves cracking the concrete beneath its feet.
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
“I already told you! That’s not fair!”
"You agreed to my terms when you joined the game, pureblood! Ask your question or forfeit!" It laughs.
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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.
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
“I already told you! That’s not fair!”
"You agreed to my terms when you joined the game, pureblood! Ask your question or forfeit!" It laughs.
“Fine. I’ve already asked you who and what you are, so when are you?” *that is not a typo*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
“I already told you! That’s not fair!”
"You agreed to my terms when you joined the game, pureblood! Ask your question or forfeit!" It laughs.
“Fine. I’ve already asked you who and what you are, so when are you?” *that is not a typo*
"I am in the present. My past is rarely relevant, and my future is something I cannot predict. Bah, this game isn't fun anymore. What color is the sky, and what is your most prized possession?"
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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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"And what knowledge have you of my intentions, pureblood?"
It begins to walk off, but waits to hear Raphael's answer.
*Oh, thank you and absolutely!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Because that’s what my father did, and his father, and his father, and his father too. And I’m planning on resuming my work,” he gestures to the branch he’s been carving.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? You don’t go in there!” The meds have taken effect and for a short time, he seems sane.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"I infer from what I sense. That you were locked away, even if by that... groundskeeper. I know that a wendigo reveals a creature of flesh eating. Your description of yourself as a monster. I am wary, but you have brought wisdom to me, however small. I shall collect more information." They explain, shifting into a song bird as they follow the creature
*Great! I am sure Critic will have things to say about Raphael and how to be a good warlock patron*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
“I already told you! That’s not fair!”
It laughs and sprints down the hall, looking for an exit or courtyard, its heavy hooves cracking the concrete beneath its feet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
Raphael flutters after the creatures
*Welp, I'll leave this at that, got to go work on hw*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"You agreed to my terms when you joined the game, pureblood! Ask your question or forfeit!" It laughs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
“Fine. I’ve already asked you who and what you are, so when are you?” *that is not a typo*
*who here*
Me but nobody’s with me
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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I’m free to rp
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*iiii aamm*
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
"I am in the present. My past is rarely relevant, and my future is something I cannot predict. Bah, this game isn't fun anymore. What color is the sky, and what is your most prized possession?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.