"No it isn't. I don't want to do anything like that again. I don't want to hurt anyone like that."
i understand... jylek moves his hand through the earth, as if he were writing in it, then sighs when nothing happens.
"I am truly so so sorry. I wish I were better, for you." He looks at his hands "What are you doing?"
jylek stiffens and glances at the pit fiend, going silent.
The pit fiend backs away, Rag mutters to him to make a telepathic connection so they can talk.
jylek nods quickly, melding their minds after he mutters a few words. "there."
He speaks through the mental connection "What were you doing there?"
jylek shrugs old habits... i guess.
"Oh, well it's best I learn more about you then."
he laughs yeah. there isnt much to know about me.
"Well I can't make you tell me anything, but if you want to tell me anything I'll always love you the same." *Good dad confirmed?*
(dad confirmation: 15/10)
he chuckles and begins listing stuff off i enjoy a good noodle meal. rice too. i like drawing, but i suck at it. love music, dancing, and sword fighting. fencing not so much. what else... taps his chin thoughtfully.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
"Well, hello there. That's a nasty cough you got there." The grinning man seems to be completely unfazed. "You some sort of reality bender? Or perhaps a plant-based geomancer?"
*Very.*
He signs "I don't really do either, my words are just infused with energy, unfortunately all of my words." He walks over and smiles "I'm Inumaki."
"What a dreadful power. Good thing I've studied sign language. I'm Sytosc. A food critic for the Great Ones, formerly a... well, their college professor on dimensional studies. I'm also their little goon who goes around doing busywork for em'. Right now I'm trying to analyze any local world-ending threats, ya know? The Judges kinda like this world. Lots of creative people making goods for the Great Ones to copy and such."
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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.
He sits down in front of Lonely. "I'm glad nothing really bad happened. I don't think I need to explain why. Now then, how did meeting him make you feel."
He snorts. "Who hasn't killed a few dozen people in a minor accident? It's no big deal. Hey, can you take others along? That could be a problem. Or an asset. I'm not sure yet." He giggles.
“Well… I was scared… really scared. He said he’d rip out my organs and drink my blood… but Alacreus, my dog, jumped out to protect me and he threatened to kill them too… i was really sad, and angry… and confused, a bit…”
”never done it before, so I’m not entirely sure, and I don’t know if they would be separated from time like me either. I could certainly try, though.”
"Well, next time you see him, tell him how it made you feel. I'm sure since he didn't hurt you or your pet, he must have a heart somewhere. Also tell him that you have a good tip that your blood and organs wouldn't taste very good."
"I would prefer it if you didn't. That could be very problematic for my job. I can barely handle time travelers already, and if they start multiplying I might lose my mind."
"No it isn't. I don't want to do anything like that again. I don't want to hurt anyone like that."
i understand... jylek moves his hand through the earth, as if he were writing in it, then sighs when nothing happens.
"I am truly so so sorry. I wish I were better, for you." He looks at his hands "What are you doing?"
jylek stiffens and glances at the pit fiend, going silent.
The pit fiend backs away, Rag mutters to him to make a telepathic connection so they can talk.
jylek nods quickly, melding their minds after he mutters a few words. "there."
He speaks through the mental connection "What were you doing there?"
jylek shrugs old habits... i guess.
"Oh, well it's best I learn more about you then."
he laughs yeah. there isnt much to know about me.
"Well I can't make you tell me anything, but if you want to tell me anything I'll always love you the same." *Good dad confirmed?*
(dad confirmation: 15/10)
he chuckles and begins listing stuff off i enjoy a good noodle meal. rice too. i like drawing, but i suck at it. love music, dancing, and sword fighting. fencing not so much. what else... taps his chin thoughtfully.
"Those are so pretty interesting things, I only knew you were a sword fighter at heart. If I ever get the chance I'd love to see one of your drawings."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
”bet it would! You can’t miss it, Giant spire rising out of the pit.”
”no… we’re putting him on Trial for murder…”
the imp shrieks and struggles to free itself.
"You are, but this isn't the place to be sorry for yourself, at least from what I can tell."
"Thanks, I'll go there." He walks off to find it.
"Ah. Oh well, I hope its entertaining at least."
Rag puts them down, gentle "Don't try to follow me without thinking I wont notice."
“then where am I supposed to go?…”
it’s very hard to miss, as they said. A spire of black stone topped with an enormous red sort of orb or glass room, thousands of feet across. It starts in the pit, and it goes all the way down, which he can’t even see to.
”of course, trials are my favorite pastime...” He says, looking through paperwork.
"Well, hello there. That's a nasty cough you got there." The grinning man seems to be completely unfazed. "You some sort of reality bender? Or perhaps a plant-based geomancer?"
*Very.*
He signs "I don't really do either, my words are just infused with energy, unfortunately all of my words." He walks over and smiles "I'm Inumaki."
"What a dreadful power. Good thing I've studied sign language. I'm Sytosc. A food critic for the Great Ones, formerly a... well, their college professor on dimensional studies. I'm also their little goon who goes around doing busywork for em'. Right now I'm trying to analyze any local world-ending threats, ya know? The Judges kinda like this world. Lots of creative people making goods for the Great Ones to copy and such."
"I don't understand most of what you said, but it sounds interesting and fun even. I'm just a cursed spirit hunter at heart."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He sits down in front of Lonely. "I'm glad nothing really bad happened. I don't think I need to explain why. Now then, how did meeting him make you feel."
He snorts. "Who hasn't killed a few dozen people in a minor accident? It's no big deal. Hey, can you take others along? That could be a problem. Or an asset. I'm not sure yet." He giggles.
“Well… I was scared… really scared. He said he’d rip out my organs and drink my blood… but Alacreus, my dog, jumped out to protect me and he threatened to kill them too… i was really sad, and angry… and confused, a bit…”
”never done it before, so I’m not entirely sure, and I don’t know if they would be separated from time like me either. I could certainly try, though.”
"Well, next time you see him, tell him how it made you feel. I'm sure since he didn't hurt you or your pet, he must have a heart somewhere. Also tell him that you have a good tip that your blood and organs wouldn't taste very good."
"I would prefer it if you didn't. That could be very problematic for my job. I can barely handle time travelers already, and if they start multiplying I might lose my mind."
*I gotta go soon*
“Okay… alright… thanks. I’ll… I’ll try that.”
”alright then, makes sense. Although I would love to show my friends some firsthand historical events, that could be fun, but I won’t of course.”
"What a dreadful power. Good thing I've studied sign language. I'm Sytosc. A food critic for the Great Ones, formerly a... well, their college professor on dimensional studies. I'm also their little goon who goes around doing busywork for em'. Right now I'm trying to analyze any local world-ending threats, ya know? The Judges kinda like this world. Lots of creative people making goods for the Great Ones to copy and such."
"I don't understand most of what you said, but it sounds interesting and fun even. I'm just a cursed spirit hunter at heart."
"Spirits, huh? Don't know a thing about those. My studies mostly concern mortals and their art. I'm glad you're not all that dangerous to the world at large. Taking care of monsters can be good, actually. Hey, you know if those things can be eaten?"
*I gtg very soon*
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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.
"Well, next time you see him, tell him how it made you feel. I'm sure since he didn't hurt you or your pet, he must have a heart somewhere. Also tell him that you have a good tip that your blood and organs wouldn't taste very good."
"I would prefer it if you didn't. That could be very problematic for my job. I can barely handle time travelers already, and if they start multiplying I might lose my mind."
*I gotta go soon*
“Okay… alright… thanks. I’ll… I’ll try that.”
”alright then, makes sense. Although I would love to show my friends some firsthand historical events, that could be fun, but I won’t of course.”
"Alright. Damn." He looks at his pocket watch. "I'm gonna go now. But try and remember to call me next time if you feel like it. I'm busy a lot, but I will always try and make time for you."
"Thank you very much! That makes my job a lot easier. I'll hold you to your word, though. Actually, I'm not sure I can, but I'll try. After all, that's the most basic form of trust and respect, isn't it? Trusting people to keep their word even if you can't prove a transgression or stop them."
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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.
”bet it would! You can’t miss it, Giant spire rising out of the pit.”
”no… we’re putting him on Trial for murder…”
the imp shrieks and struggles to free itself.
"You are, but this isn't the place to be sorry for yourself, at least from what I can tell."
"Thanks, I'll go there." He walks off to find it.
"Ah. Oh well, I hope its entertaining at least."
Rag puts them down, gentle "Don't try to follow me without thinking I wont notice."
“then where am I supposed to go?…”
it’s very hard to miss, as they said. A spire of black stone topped with an enormous red sort of orb or glass room, thousands of feet across. It starts in the pit, and it goes all the way down, which he can’t even see to.
”of course, trials are my favorite pastime...” He says, looking through paperwork.
”Abaddon… sent me to spy…” they squeak.
"I don't know, but self-pity isn't something that should be here."
He begins painting the tower, looking amazing, a monument to power and greatness.
"And yet you always make them so boring and legal." He says beginning to looks through his desk.
"Do you want to remain alive?" He begins to squeeze.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
”bet it would! You can’t miss it, Giant spire rising out of the pit.”
”no… we’re putting him on Trial for murder…”
the imp shrieks and struggles to free itself.
"You are, but this isn't the place to be sorry for yourself, at least from what I can tell."
"Thanks, I'll go there." He walks off to find it.
"Ah. Oh well, I hope its entertaining at least."
Rag puts them down, gentle "Don't try to follow me without thinking I wont notice."
“then where am I supposed to go?…”
it’s very hard to miss, as they said. A spire of black stone topped with an enormous red sort of orb or glass room, thousands of feet across. It starts in the pit, and it goes all the way down, which he can’t even see to.
”of course, trials are my favorite pastime...” He says, looking through paperwork.
”Abaddon… sent me to spy…” they squeak.
"I don't know, but self-pity isn't something that should be here."
He begins painting the tower, looking amazing, a monument to power and greatness.
"And yet you always make them so boring and legal." He says beginning to looks through his desk.
"Do you want to remain alive?" He begins to squeeze.
They turn away, drawing angrily in the dirt. “Why do you care?”
the Jailor watches him paint, upside down and floating, occasionally pointing out parts of the tower, because she lives there.
”thats what makes them so fun, I think.” “Aba-…Ddon… commanded me… I couldn’t say no…” they say between struggled breathes.
”bet it would! You can’t miss it, Giant spire rising out of the pit.”
”no… we’re putting him on Trial for murder…”
the imp shrieks and struggles to free itself.
"You are, but this isn't the place to be sorry for yourself, at least from what I can tell."
"Thanks, I'll go there." He walks off to find it.
"Ah. Oh well, I hope its entertaining at least."
Rag puts them down, gentle "Don't try to follow me without thinking I wont notice."
“then where am I supposed to go?…”
it’s very hard to miss, as they said. A spire of black stone topped with an enormous red sort of orb or glass room, thousands of feet across. It starts in the pit, and it goes all the way down, which he can’t even see to.
”of course, trials are my favorite pastime...” He says, looking through paperwork.
”Abaddon… sent me to spy…” they squeak.
"I don't know, but self-pity isn't something that should be here."
He begins painting the tower, looking amazing, a monument to power and greatness.
"And yet you always make them so boring and legal." He says beginning to looks through his desk.
"Do you want to remain alive?" He begins to squeeze.
They turn away, drawing angrily in the dirt. “Why do you care?”
the Jailor watches him paint, upside down and floating, occasionally pointing out parts of the tower, because she lives there.
”thats what makes them so fun, I think.” “Aba-…Ddon… commanded me… I couldn’t say no…” they say between struggled breathes.
Because he turned he can’t sign anymore, when he opens his mouth he say “Tuna mayo.”
Sekiro moves with what she suggests, painting in traditional Japanese style, sharp yet beautiful.
“We’re different I suppose, I’ll get you those.”
Rag drops him to the ground “I want you to do tell Abaddon that the next spy he sends won’t be seens again.”
"What a dreadful power. Good thing I've studied sign language. I'm Sytosc. A food critic for the Great Ones, formerly a... well, their college professor on dimensional studies. I'm also their little goon who goes around doing busywork for em'. Right now I'm trying to analyze any local world-ending threats, ya know? The Judges kinda like this world. Lots of creative people making goods for the Great Ones to copy and such."
"I don't understand most of what you said, but it sounds interesting and fun even. I'm just a cursed spirit hunter at heart."
"Spirits, huh? Don't know a thing about those. My studies mostly concern mortals and their art. I'm glad you're not all that dangerous to the world at large. Taking care of monsters can be good, actually. Hey, you know if those things can be eaten?"
*I gtg very soon*
“They can’t, they’re made entirely of negative emotions, which means they can exist anywhere and are stronger where more negative emotions are.”
(dad confirmation: 15/10)
he chuckles and begins listing stuff off i enjoy a good noodle meal. rice too. i like drawing, but i suck at it. love music, dancing, and sword fighting. fencing not so much. what else... taps his chin thoughtfully.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
"What a dreadful power. Good thing I've studied sign language. I'm Sytosc. A food critic for the Great Ones, formerly a... well, their college professor on dimensional studies. I'm also their little goon who goes around doing busywork for em'. Right now I'm trying to analyze any local world-ending threats, ya know? The Judges kinda like this world. Lots of creative people making goods for the Great Ones to copy and such."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, next time you see him, tell him how it made you feel. I'm sure since he didn't hurt you or your pet, he must have a heart somewhere. Also tell him that you have a good tip that your blood and organs wouldn't taste very good."
"I would prefer it if you didn't. That could be very problematic for my job. I can barely handle time travelers already, and if they start multiplying I might lose my mind."
*I gotta go soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Those are so pretty interesting things, I only knew you were a sword fighter at heart. If I ever get the chance I'd love to see one of your drawings."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“then where am I supposed to go?…”
it’s very hard to miss, as they said. A spire of black stone topped with an enormous red sort of orb or glass room, thousands of feet across. It starts in the pit, and it goes all the way down, which he can’t even see to.
”of course, trials are my favorite pastime...” He says, looking through paperwork.
”Abaddon… sent me to spy…” they squeak.
"I don't understand most of what you said, but it sounds interesting and fun even. I'm just a cursed spirit hunter at heart."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Okay… alright… thanks. I’ll… I’ll try that.”
”alright then, makes sense. Although I would love to show my friends some firsthand historical events, that could be fun, but I won’t of course.”
"Spirits, huh? Don't know a thing about those. My studies mostly concern mortals and their art. I'm glad you're not all that dangerous to the world at large. Taking care of monsters can be good, actually. Hey, you know if those things can be eaten?"
*I gtg very soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alright. Damn." He looks at his pocket watch. "I'm gonna go now. But try and remember to call me next time if you feel like it. I'm busy a lot, but I will always try and make time for you."
"Thank you very much! That makes my job a lot easier. I'll hold you to your word, though. Actually, I'm not sure I can, but I'll try. After all, that's the most basic form of trust and respect, isn't it? Trusting people to keep their word even if you can't prove a transgression or stop them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye, everyone!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*bye!*
*anyone else wanna RP?*
"I don't know, but self-pity isn't something that should be here."
He begins painting the tower, looking amazing, a monument to power and greatness.
"And yet you always make them so boring and legal." He says beginning to looks through his desk.
"Do you want to remain alive?" He begins to squeeze.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
They turn away, drawing angrily in the dirt. “Why do you care?”
the Jailor watches him paint, upside down and floating, occasionally pointing out parts of the tower, because she lives there.
”thats what makes them so fun, I think.”
“Aba-…Ddon… commanded me… I couldn’t say no…” they say between struggled breathes.
Leonard is looking to sell the many shoes he’s made and amassed.
Eito has a blank scroll in front of them and is writing something like a sutra with pure light.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hiya!*
Lonely is cheering themself up and is doing cartwheels.
Toonthulhu is being chased by a Cartoon Rhinoceros, their legs becoming wheel-like like the roadrunner.
Alacreus has slowed down and is taking a nap.
*hi!*
Because he turned he can’t sign anymore, when he opens his mouth he say “Tuna mayo.”
Sekiro moves with what she suggests, painting in traditional Japanese style, sharp yet beautiful.
“We’re different I suppose, I’ll get you those.”
Rag drops him to the ground “I want you to do tell Abaddon that the next spy he sends won’t be seens again.”
“They can’t, they’re made entirely of negative emotions, which means they can exist anywhere and are stronger where more negative emotions are.”
*hiya!*