#THE WAY THEY STOP AND WAIT FOR THEIR GODKING TO DO HIS THING

[favoredsouls]

Remy Sivaron

Idk if i ever told this story of one of my favorite characters. Its a time i worked with the dm to tell the characters story. We planned it out, he gave me some meta knowledge that fell in line with my goal, and we let the pieces fall into place. There were alot of what ifs because there were still 3 other players. I knew i may not get to achieve my goal and we didnt tell anyone the plan so they would do what they wanted to do. I was a good enough role player by this point to adjust my goal if it came up. It didnt. So like i said. It fell into place.

Remy was a half elf with one goal in mind. To become famous. It was all he used his powers for. To be well known. When he lay awake at night he told himself he would be a god or the next best thing. He didnt know how true that would be.

Sivaron was a noble name. The family were the lords of a border mining town between Roon (Remys homeland) and Tilanor. Roon was purist human country bordering the Sylvanwood for a time. Despite stigma and rascism humans still had relations with the elves. Half elves became a thing. Civil war struck roon after decades of prejudice and Tilanor was born.

Back to the Sivarons. They led the mining operations of their town and fought in the Civil War. Remy was the youngest of the family and doesnt remember the conflict. He was kept in the castle for safety and he was but a babe anyway. The conflict would set the stage for the familys downfall. The mines would dry up after Tilanor won its independence.

Remy still knew a life of luxury. He was constantly dotted on as the youngest and shown off to other families but people knew the Sivarons werent long for the world. They humored them. Came to their parties that were attempts at forming alliences with the other nobles. To show an air of strength in their fading wealth.

Remy had several older siblings but the eldest was a proud son. He demandex respect even when his family was losing it. When he was sent to a gala on behlaf of the family he would be killed in a duel he started. One insult led to another and he found himself dead. This was the final nail in the Sivaron coffin as no one wanted to help the family after that.

Remy had started to develop magically at this time. So much that family had started to keep him from the public eye. Roon had a prejudice against all magic as well. Saw it as an impurity and a crutch. He would be sent away by the family to a secluded temple in Tilanor with his rothers death as they feared they could no longer care for him.

The temple saw him for what was. A favored of the gods. Though in the absence of any god claiming him they had assumed him to be one of their gods. I dont remember their name but it was a god of love i think. They raised him from their on and he never saw his family again. The temple was silent on the matter, insisting he should "let them go". He stopped caring after awhile. He barely saw his parents and only his eldest brother paid him any mind. He was dead now.

Remy lost the attention he had grown fond of. Of strangers and servents givning him what wanted. Compliments and service. Without any real family or money he only had the worship of monks. He grew to like this. He knew he wasnt favored by their god but he knew how to lie. When they consideded it as a possibility he started talking of visions and dreams. They ate it up for years.

They would send him out into the world on his world he would help people. He instead became an adventurer and helped people in his own way. He acted as a kind of evangel, performing miracles for the downtrodden and he reveled in their thanks. He always acted as favored by whatever god was popular in that town. Namely the sun god since he visited some farming communities.

Some would figure him out. Chase him away or stop giving him free shit. Remy would be hurt but move on quickly. He traveled through Tilanor, the Sylvanwood, and Vodsguard but never went home to Roon. They wouldnt buy his magic acts and besides. His elves features came in during his teens.

He did this for ten years before he was approached by a hooded figure who promised he knew who favored Remy. Remy didnt care too much for faith but knowing would make lying easier. Maybe he wouldnt even need to lie anymore. So he let the guy talk to him for abit. Then he was knocked out via drugged wine and woke up under the effects of a Geas.

He kneq he had to go to lanwar and so he did. From their the campaign started. To shorten this as its already pretty long. They were to find a divine relic. We learned along the way it was used by former vampire to become a god. We delivered it to the hooded figure, an inevitable, and worked to stop him.

We learned he was going to use it to ascend and in order to do that he needed a great deal of power. Either alot of souls or one godly soul. He was after the elven god king. The sylvanwood was being invaded by demons on accounts of tears between that world and theirs. The godkings extended prescence on the world was too much for it.

We rallied armies and fought our way to his throneroom. An ascension chamber from when he became a god. We fought and killed the inevitable, aquired the sphere of divinity and had to answer a question. The god king would die. There was no stopping that. His soul would transcend but something had to be done about the energy that would be released on his death. By this point Remy had learned alot of things. That his power seemed to come from within himself and from a current divine. His friends had learned he was a liar but a sweetheart. He had pieced together that he was his own god. A god of time. He favored himself from the future to set him on the right path. He still had to make the choice and become a god.

So with the parties blessing, he used the fallout of the god kings death in a rituaal to ascend. He ceased and became a god. It couldve gone differently. We couldve walked away. Anyone else couldve taken the oppurtunity. I made sure to wait in case someone else wanted to before i revealed remys ambitions.

He was fun. I never played a liar before. I never completed a campaign before. I used to date that dm but we broke up before the last session. Were not friends aanymore. About six months later he started dating someone and he seemed to change. Or maybe i was blind to who he really was. Probably both. Suffice it to say his then girlfriend threatened my best friend and i stopped talking to him.

Anyway. That was Remy Sivaron and how i became my own god. Dont know if he still uses him in that setting or not. Dont really care. Im happy about how i played that character. A mix of selfish and selfless. A journey of learning he had to be himself and that he didnt need to lie anymore.

I miss Remy alot nowadays.

[terraclae]

An introduction to Clan Canephora and her Humble Majesty's Wreck

Bit of a POV shift! Off to a clan by the sea that likes their agriculture healthy. There's a lot of characters in here who will get more time in their own shorter stories.

Lore pings: @cityofinoue @yuushanoah-fr

‘How's the hull holding up?’

There was a moment of silence that lasted too long for Stolas. ‘How is-’

‘As well as it could be holding up.’ Sounded from down below. Stolas could peer down the hole that ran from the upper main deck down through a few floors to the bottom of the ship. As it was now, it had currently been patched up with wood, steel, and whatever else would hold the water out. Bravo paced around on an elevated piece of wood with cloths tied like socks around her feet. ‘It's salvageable.’

Well, they weren't out at sea anymore so salvageable would probably do. Stolas gave Bravo a half hearted salute, marching on. ‘Sails?’ He called out above him.

‘We need replacements.’ Ren dropped down next to him in a cloud of smoke. She observed an already tattered sail being ripped apart by two other shipmates who promptly dragged it off to the sick ward. ‘There's no salvaging most of them and only Nur’s good with needle and thread’

‘She doesn't have the patience for that.’ Stolas scoffed. He glanced around the deck. ‘I'll check in with her later since I need to oversee the dead anyway.’

‘And what are you looking for now?’

‘The captain.’ Stolas said, and soon spotted a familiar shape curled around the bowsprit. ‘Wow, he really isn't doing well, is he?’ Captain Lucifer had frantically tied himself in a knot and looked mostly pensive now as opposed to his earlier panicked outburst over losing his ship. He seemed halfway between his spiral self and his more bipedal form. At least he usually had the decency however to not freak out until it was absolutely certain everyone's safety was assured and they were sailing into a harbor.

‘Let him sulk sailor, this is basically his life, remember?’ She looked a little grimmer. ‘You need to patrol if anyone is infected. Just because they seem fine doesn't mean that monster didn't rub his essence off on none of them.’

‘Yes.’ Stolas started his approach to the starboard side of the ship, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. As tallied, they lost five men, and many others had gotten wounded. Luckily none among the dead had been imperials, then he would have a bigger problem and perhaps would be left staring at his hands again the next weeks in self consciousness. Two things were on his mind right now; Altair, and the damage he had left with the centerpiece of the latter thought being Arodan’s fall off the boat. He immediately tried to find some support for his shaking knees by leaning over the side of the boat, feeling as if he might hurl. Damnit Stolas, you are better than this, he thought.

‘Whatcha thinking about bro?’ The head of a young ridgeback poked out of an empty gunport below Stolas. Stolas recognized him as Kohaku and as soon as he made eye contact with the child they clawed their way up towards Stolas until they sat besides him. ‘Why are you sad, we’re alive right?’

‘I would be happier if that was the end of our problems Haku, but it isn't that simple.’ Not if it came to shade-ridden godkings. He focused on the settlement in the distance, and knew by the stretch of coffee fields by it they had arrived at Clan Canephora’s clan grounds. Spectacular, he still had a knuckle sandwich to cash in there. He turned back to Kohaku with a sour look and was met with a grin that seemed like it could rival the sun in brightness. ‘I'm… I'm sorry I left you downstairs in the skirmish.’

‘Brother, stop saying that.’ Kohaku clasped Stolas’ face. ‘I'm fine right? We're alright, that's what matters.’ They let go and turned to look at the clan grounds in the distance. Judging the activity on the ship the rest of the crew was preparing to disembark. ‘The only thing I'm worried about is Danny though. Do you think he's alright?’

Stolas didn't reply to that initially. Death was the more likely answer to that question, as hardy as he might be. Undead was an alternative answer if the shade he had treated in Arodan functioned as he had witnessed it in others. ‘... Probably. Sornieth is big kiddo, we might not see him in a long time.’ He inhaled a little too loudly. ‘Maybe he'll stop by on the clan grounds while we’re fixing the boat.’

‘Fair enough.’ Kohaku shot Stolas a curious look and then turned to look at the view again alongside Stolas, holding their tongue. Their tail idly pat against the ship’s side, and that was the end of their conversation.

After a while Ren joined the two at Kohaku’s side, idly patting their head. ‘We’re landing soon boys. Better get your stuff, because this Ham isn't sailing for a while.’ She pat the side of the boat this time and made a mental note she had to paint the name of the boat on again. ‘Enjoying the view?’

‘I can't wait to see Dolores again actually!’ Kohaku immediately chirped in response. ‘Ren, do you have any friends within Clan Canephora?’

‘Oh kid, I don't really make friends. Don't have time for that.’ That earned a disappointed whine from Kohaku. ‘Well, except for you. You're a good soul.’ She looked around them to Stolas with a coy grin. ‘Speaking of friends, are you excited to see your old buddy again?’

‘Basil is not my buddy and he will never be Ren.’ Stolas grunted, his mood growing more toxic than it already was. ‘You know, when I stepped on this boat I didn't expect to end up here again.’

‘How long has it been?’ Ren asked.

‘A year.’ Stolas answered.

Ren stifled a laugh at that. ‘Time sure flies doesn't it?’

‘Well, at least I was productive among the Tempest Brigade.’ As was his employment in the forges of the Ashfall wastes after that. Even his brief vacation in between those two jobs had been a more efficient use of his time than whenever he was forced to hang out anywhere in light flight territory. ‘I wonder if they'll stop by.’

‘Not likely.’ Ren bluntly answered. ‘They've apparently started getting chummy with some big corporation and headed out to the Viridian Labyrinth.’

‘How would you know?’ Stolas picked up Kohaku so he could now actually look at Ren and make sure they weren't going to topple overboard.

‘I overheard Cap’n talking about it last night.’ Ren answered. ‘T’was a little hopeless. But y’know, what can you do?’

‘Spying? Really? On your own captain?’ Stolas made a disgusted noise and immediately started to make progress to distance himself from Ren. ‘Why do I talk to you?’

‘We’re friends moron, and I'm basically a puff of smoke.’ She ran after Stolas and Kohaku with the biggest grin. ‘Oddities should stick together.’

‘Yeah, whatever.’ Stolas flustered a little at that and allowed Ren to tag along to where people had started to gather to disembark. She knew him a little too well for comfort, despite the long time that had been between them speaking to each other. ‘Kohaku, go get your bag.’ He set them down on the deck.

‘Do I need to get yours too?’ He asked, rocking back and forth on his feet. ‘Don't you-’

‘No, I'll get it later.’ He said, rolling up his sleeves. 'There's stuff in there I don't want to potentially damage so I'll retrieve it later.' Ren shook her head in disappointment and Kohaku only looked up a Stolas with a questioning but innocent stare. 'I'll see you on the shore, okay?'

'Okay!' Kohaku ran off to do as they had been told and Stolas waited until they disappeared out of sight. As soon as they did he reeled around and marched towards the plank that had just been lowered from the larboard side of the ship. Ren still followed him, keeping the silence initially.

'You're not actually going to hit him, are you?' She finally asked.

'If he makes any snappy remarks about me or Kohaku the gloves are coming off.' Stolas grunted, shouldering his way past a few other crewmembers. He only stopped to allow Captain lucifer to pass who finally seemed to have taken a smaller bipedal form. He didn't look any less worn in it, his clothes still in pristine condition which only more emphasized his currently hollow stare. Quartermaster Kravitz closely followed and ushered him off the ship.

'You know Kravitz will have you tied to the bowsprit for hitting a trading partner right?' Ren added, coming to perch on Stolas' shoulder. 'I don't care what beef you have but leave it for the bar fights.'

'Can't promise that.' Stolas shook his head. 'If anything happens then so be it.' He attempted to swat Ren off of his shoulder but only ended up brushing through a handful of smoke. 'You gotta give me some way to take out my frustrations right? I mean, Basil hates me too, maybe he's thinking about punching me.'

'Stolas, this conversation is going nowhere and you know it.' She rode along until Stolas was at the very bottom of the plank and standing in the pleasantly warm water of the shallow bay. At that Ren evaporated and whizzed around Stolas' head, stopping before him so he'd come to a halt. 'Focus. And… Relax a little, will you? Give it a chance.'

'Whatever it is you two are scheming, put it out of your mind.' At that moment Ren and Stolas both nearly got knocked over. 'Ren, think about that offer I made you earlier?' The large guardian turned towards the both of them, bags slung over his shoulders and tail. 'Or do you have an alternative?'

'Gotta watch this troublemaker Franz.' She pat Stolas' head who was grimacing widely. 'Try Prospect instead, she's more interested in weapons.'

'You're kinda missing a great chance here.' He shrugged, and looked another direction. 'Like that bolt of magic is not gonna miss your head, Solly.' On that note his large paw rose up and pushed Stolas down, Ren evaporating in a puff of smoke. Franz himself ducked and folded his wing in front of them both, a sizable bolt of blue lightning reflecting off of it. 'Prospect, your aim is getting better.' The blast would certainly have hit Stolas if he hadn't shielded him.

'Ah, I swore I had him this time!' A girl with a hat far too big for her head came running up to Franz, magic still dancing on her clawtips. 'Franz is still faster than you though Stolas.' Prospect looked over Stolas, mildly disappointed. 'I thought I told you to think fast the next time I'd see you.'

'He's supposed to be.' Stolas spat, clutching his chest. Ren still swirled around his head in circles urging him to stay calm. Well, he could try. He righted himself again, checking how soaked he had gotten from suddenly being pushed down. For now he'd ignore Prospect. 'Where's Basil?'

'I see someone else is looking for me?'

Within seconds yet another figure swept into Stolas' line of sight, making the area feel far too crowded. Said figure was clad in gold and at least half a head taller than Stolas, a set of round glasses making his dark eyes seem far bigger. 'Welcome ashore again crew, it is always such a joy to have you all.' He bowed lightly, and opened his eyes. 'And Stolas, it seems.'

'Basil.' Stolas narrowed his eyes and his fists balled and shook. 'It sure has been a while but I'm sure you're not up for chitchat right now, are you?' He unflexed his fist. 'Not that running away is unusual for you.'

'Depends, I don't have temper issues like you do.' The eyes of the surrounding dragons darted between the two and turned into glares. Stolas and Basil both seemed to get the hint. 'Welcome anyway.' He stepped forward and tugged at Stolas' arm. 'Stolas, I'll drop the pretense and I'd hate to drag you along directly but I need to speak with you.'

'Hey, what's the deal man?' He yanked his arm away. 'Don't you have better things to do? And I thought I made it clear I don't want to talk to you unless you square up.'

'Because it concerns your line of expertise and I don't know who else to ask.' On that note Basil dragged Stolas along with a force unlike him. 'And no, this is not up for negotiation.'

‘Hey-What- Asshole, slow down!’ Stolas failed to jump out of Basil’s grasp until the two stopped under a tree in the shade. ‘What is your problem this time?!’

‘So many but I don't want to talk about what problems you might have with me alright, save that for teatime.’ Basil hissed, near pulling his hair out in frustration. Finally he extended his hand into a direction, pointing. ‘Look over yonder.’

Stolas turned his gaze and followed Basil’s hand to see what he meant. Before him, he saw a wide view of a field of various crops, all blackened, resembling a blackened scar upon the land. ‘What, had a fire or something?’

‘No.’ Basil shook his head, and quietly approached the field, stopping on a fair distance. Stolas followed him in similar thread. ‘I wish it had been a fire.’

He understood what Basil meant by just the smell. Immediately a thick, iron and smoke like smell assaulted his senses and made him instinctively clasp his mouth. ‘Good fucking gods, that's awful.’

‘You don't need to say that twice.’ He grew more grim as he said this. Basil looked at Stolas with a suspicious glance. ‘Can you purge it?’

‘... You're lucky I'm not completely awful.’ He threw Basil a snide look and marched up to the field, pulling out a small stick. It extended into a longer pole and Stolas held it out before him. ‘You'd better cover your ears, I'm gonna purify.’ Immediately the staff flashed with the intensity of a small sun and a mass of solid energy formed at the end to make a hammer, Stolas taking the now hammer in both hands and lifting it above his head. ‘Yield!’ he brought the hammer down on the edge of the field, initially hitting the ground with a dull thud until all sound seemed to be swallowed and visibly imploded. In one heavy, scorching and loud crash the earth was set alight in dancing columns of white light. After a solid five seconds the light finally started to fade, dissipating into ribbons that had burnt the shade infection off the leaves on the plant, leaving only an expanse of underwatered plants before Stolas. He shook the last remnants of energy from his staff and rested it on his shoulder, smugly turning to Basil. ‘How about that huh?’

‘Dork.’ Basil whispered, a laugh escaping him. He loved it when Stolas tried to act cool. It was when he noticed he had caught on to him smiling that he fell back to his serious facade again and reminded himself that no, this wasn't like the old times in which they used to be friends. ‘Thank you. It's been spreading now since last weeks and no one wanted to come near it.’

‘I can understand that.’ He folded the staff and pocketed it again. ‘Any idea who did it?’

'Same as always. Terminus cultists.The Shade.' He seemed tired to Stolas, weary from all that had happened, and if just for a moment he felt a flicker of pity. 'It would be easier to uproot everything again I think, move to the Viridian-'

'Basil, not again, come on!' Stolas exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. 'I just got here and you start the same nonsense of moving this, moving that, are you going to fight back or not?'

'I want to Stolas, I really do. But you know I also can't bring the rest of my clan in danger.’ Basil snapped in return, walking off. 'Don't you think I'm not stressed? My parlor is a mess Stolas, I can't be bothered to rearrange cups by color anymore, my room is a mess, I can't be bothered to do anything because it feels as if it could crash down any moment anyway.'

'That's why you have to act Basil, what are you going to do then, run back to your mom?'

'She's half in charge now actually.'

'Right.' Stolas threw his hands in the air and resigned to looking up to the sky as opposed of glaring at Basil. 'Why are we like this?'

'I don't know, you could ask yourself.' Basil sat down by the tree with a resigned sigh. 'Will we ever agree?'

Probably not, Stolas thought. He wanted to be friends again too, he could only guess Basil had the same thought. The one thing stopping them both had been Clan Canephora's situation, something they'd never agree on, even if Stolas was just glad that somehow cowardice did keep the clan safe for this long. 'Basil, I-'

'Delivery! Delivery for Stolas!'

Stolas whipped around and watched how a fairly small Nocturne landed in wobbling manner. He always threatened to fall over but was quick to swing his bag in front of him as counterweight. A label on the bag said "Langdon", which Stolas assumed was his name. 'Uh… That's me?'

'Oh good, you look like the description!' Langdon chimed, searching his bag immediately. He retrieved a letter sealed with a heavy mark. 'Letter from Arodan!'

'He's alive?!' Stolas ripped the letter from the Nocturne's hands and this time he did topple over. Stolas only briefly threw a look and then decided he'd help him up once he was done reading, ripping open the letter. He scanned it over quickly, only taking in the most important parts, then reached out to pull Langdon upright. He immediately continued reading the letter more thoroughly. 'Oh thank the Lightweaver.'

'Would you like to write a letter in return?' He paced around Stolas, still frantically dusting off his scarf and shaking the sand off. 'I can wait for you to finish writing, I think I have to refile my letters anyway.' He glanced into his bag which was a little shaken up. Dangit.

'Yes, yes, just wait, gimme a moment!' Stolas scrambled to retrieve paper from his pockets, only finding a rather crumpled piece of parchment that would have to do. No pens though, so he reeled around and marched up to Basil who looked a little taken aback. 'Two questions, first, give me a pen, second, are you still any good at diplomacy?'

'I'm not fixing your problems Stolas, negotiate things yourself.' Basil snapped, retrieving a pen that was quickly snagged from his hands. 'Why?'

'You owe me.' He gestured at the field behind him with the pen, and immediately and fiercely started to write a letter against the tree. 'I need access to the city of Paramo, a friend of mine is in there and I haven't finished treating him. I want to get him out and also that he won't grow to be a danger to others there.'

'Well fine, whatever then.' He knew what Stolas meant by that all too well so he'd best just let him. Basil turned to Langdon. 'That's in the Southern Icefields right?'

'Yes!' Langdon was currently deeply focused on organizing his medium urgency tab within his bag. 'Do you need a letter sent too?'

'To your leader.' Basil pulled out a piece of paper and a second pen he would prefer to keep far away from Stolas. 'I've heard it's well hidden, so is that possible?'

'Oh, yeah, of course!' Langdon answered, and noted Stolas had finished writing and was now reading over his own letter once more. He hurried to get his bag organized. 'Our king likes letters, even if we keep the city closed. So, give me yours once you're done writing it.' He got Stolas' letter shoved into his hands and gently put it into the low urgency tab.

'Good. Please deliver this quickly, I've decided to help this jerk.' He wrote his letter as quickly as he possibly could without making any mistakes or possibly strange remarks. Stolas' disapproving stare didn't help either but he neglected to give it any attention. 'I'd like to get this wrapped up as quickly as possible.' He held out the finished letter, folded and marked with the clan's seal.

'Got it!' Langdon eagerly took the letter and immediately filed it high priority, preparing himself for takeoff. 'Until next letter!' And gone he was, oddly fast for having frail looking wings. Basil and Stolas were left standing in silence, one looking oddly relieved while the other looked positively annoyed.

'I expect you to help out here though as long as you don't have another place to go.' Basil started, a grit to his voice.

'Who says I don't?' Well, he could head back to the Brigade but wanted to be easy to find. No matter how he looked at it it was better to stay, from the fact it meant a dry place to sleep, easy location to relative safety if he could help it. 'I'm not leaving though. Worry over that.'

'Well… If it's any consolation I'm strangely glad to have you around.' He threw a glance at Stolas, knowing that had rattled something in him. Slowly he rose and walked off towards the main building. 'It's nice to have you back.' On that he disappeared from Stolas' view, leaving him in peace, at least for the moment. He had to plan his new task.

[bwicblog]

AA: spoilern alernt, flarnping in the rnain fucking S U C K S.

AA: got mud all the way up to my goddamn flaps.

AA: n, p surne I've got mud I N them, ugh.

ID: clearly you need me to show you how it's done. =:P

AA: lmao, y, mb when yrn off bedrnest, dude. >:}

AA: I'm playing forn bodies, but that doesn't mean I want Y R N S.

ID: psh not wanting my hot bod, i'm crushed. =:'(

ID: tho i get what you mean, the mud is the fucking worst.

AA: lmaoooo. soz, soz. am I supposed to say yrn hella hot now to soothe yrn poorn ego?

ID: obvs. =:P

ID: my ego has been brushed enough at this fair! =>:(

ID: ...bruised.

AA: too late.

ID: =>:I i'm working with one hand here, i demand a break.

AA: it's been brnushed and now you gotta polish it, orn shit'll just look fucking tacky.

AA: lmaoooo.

AA: I offerned you a wornm, dude.

AA: you C Ö U L D be, wtf did prni say AA: 8/10 hot A N D w two frnonds, but n, you gotta go and get squicked on me. >:P

ID: i think i lost enough blood without feeding it to a worm too.

AA: blood comes back, suck it uppp.

AA HAS ATTACHED lolheded.jpeg! It is a troll trying to wrench his leg out of a bog. AA: lmaoooo, evernyone sucks at this sO harnd. AA: wtf you up to?

AA: feeling bettern yet?

ID: i mean. define better. i'm not feeling like i'm about to die.

ID: i'm on my way to pheres' cart for some bandaging and a shirt. and pay.

AA: k, good. >:} AA: make him buy you food too!!

AA: when's the last time you ate??

ID: uhhh.

ID: the pizza night?

AA: soz forn ditching, btw, totes was like.. not thinking abt

AA:

AA: lmfao, what the fuuuuuck.

AA: congrnats, yrn a trnashcan firne, brnah.

AA: y, make him feed you.

ID: at least i'm not a fucking mud monster. =:P

ID: i mean i'm preparing myself for a whole lot of fussing, don't worry. he's already trying to talk me in to getting a room.

AA HAS ATTACHED godkingmudmonstertoyou.jpeg!

ID: did you fucking roll in the mud?

ID: you oinkbeast.

AA: he is a fussy fangs. >:P AA: and y! well, n. Ï HID in the mud and then jumped out.

AA: tactics, mothernfuckern.

ID: okay godking oinkbeast. =:P

SS: (Wtf, Hads, I thought you were food acquisition extraordinaire. (\ene/) You tellin me a temp -3 to CHA courtesy a lookin like you already been culled's enough to stop you??) SS: (Ain't you supposed to, like, work that ish for pity?)

ID: uh actually i think looking like i do makes peeps want to help me more.

AA: y, y, that's the joke, gj.

AA: >:P

ID: i was just feeling like garbage too much to take advantage.

ID: =>:P

ID: let a one-handed guy finish sips.

ID: you're just all too fast for me. =:P

AA: lmaoo. well, I can manage arnd stabbing folks, so I think you oughta manage just fine. >:P

ID: well if you finish up soonish, hit me up around pheres'. probably take him a while to patch me up. especially if i can get him to get the fucking stitches out.

AA: mm, mb, mb!! will drnop by, at least. >:} AA: laaal. you wanna come with??

ID: well now you gotta, or else my pumper will get all crushed. =:P

AA: yrn pushern is so frnagile, omggg. >:}

ID: it's been through a lot okay. =:'(

AA: y, y, will come. AA: you taking a whale back orn staying up herne, btw??

ID: haven't decided yet. still got time. depends how much i've healed too.

ID: rather not be in this huge-ass city all busted up.

AA: y, well, come rnide W me and lal. it'll be fuuuuuun.

AA: and i totes will just keep my phone on voice2text. >:} since he whined abt it so much last time.

ID: got my lusus to worry about remember. =:P

AA: oh, lame. laaaaame. AA: .. I can drnive supern fucking slow. >:P

ID: sorry we can't all have easily portable lusii. =:P maybe! i don't want to slow you and lal down if you both need to be back or whatever.

AA: naaah. mb?? AA: .. eh, if you can't rnide w us, you should totes rnide w prni. trnavelling is, like, waaaaay morne fun w ppl. AA: also, you'll, like, look less like cullbait, js. >:}

ID: fucking rude. =:P

ID: pri is a ways away in the wrong direction i think. idk. we'll see!

SS: (Wait, where am I gettin wigglernapped to?)

SS: (Soz, missed some ish through Sipa's unique and charmin quirk accent. (\ eue/) )

SS: (Aka dropped my palm husk in a hay pile.)

AA: dude, when they say a quick rnoll in the hay, it's not supposed to be lits. js. >:} AA:and we'rne gonna go watch hads get bits rnipped out by phern.

AA: it'll be fuuuuuun.

ID: if he doesn't do it you will, right sips? =:P

ID: stitches don't agree with my fragile lil bod.

SS: (Define 'bits,' omfg - I'm delicate, my constitution can't handle straight up guro ish and the bleatbeast!) SS: (Guro or furry ish, pls limit to one.)

AA: n, dude, half the fun is seeing you go grneen when you find out.

ID: just no barfing on me lal.

AA: bc spoilern alernt, yrn totes going grneen.

SS: (No reverse vore, got it.) (\unu/) )

SA: laledy, I believe in you. You were okay for the fight weren't you?

SS: (And shit, pal, here I thought I was gonna go violet!)

SS: (Give or take a stab wound!)

SS: (Nah, I totes swooned! Didn't you see 'em valiantly carry the greenblood away? That was totes me.)

AA: n, n, that only happens when you stay in the trnap forn morne than fourn hourns, soz.

SA: wasn't Hadean in the bathtub for several hours over four when we first met.

SA: I don't remember.

ID: was that when we first met? i did spend a lot of time in a tub.

SA: swooned... laledy, you should get a costume. Maybe you will have fun with Sipara and the others acting

SS: (N, def me! Like we totes said, I'm going violet!)

ID: no gills. =:'(

SA: it's a scientific fact that non seadwellers are softer to the touch anyways

SA: so it's for the best

SA: no scales

AA: oh my god, y. AA: pls get a costume. frnom phern.

SA: 😄

AA: it'll be grn8. >:}

AA: and eyy, you and hads can M A T C H.

SA: please don't put laledy in a stripper outfit. I think they at least deserve better than that.

SS: (Shit, pal, I'm down to be a booth babe.)

SS: (Y, SA's got it right! Gimme the hooker outfit like I deserve. (\unu/) )

ID: i will forever be the booth babe master, let's be real.

SA: I-- oh, well, if that's what you really want. 😮

AA: hads, my dude, you can't just say that.

AA: you gotta C'O M P E T E.

ID: fite me lal.

AA: lmao. >:} y, exactly.

SA: what if others want to compete

SA: a booth babe tournament

SA: Sipara, go

SS: (I nominate Sipa to be my champion.)

AA: n, no one else is prnetty enough, soz. AA: and fuck off, it'd be totes unfairn forn M E to compete, dude.

SS: (For fightin, not for babe-ness.)

AA: do you see these abs?? shit's unrneal.

SA: I think im pretty enough 😠

ID: i'll beat all of you any night. anyways, pris! pheres is at the greenblood circle now. so go there and not the maroon circle or where ever he was before. i'm gonna get walking. and i want my eyes free to watch anyone who wants to mess with me.

SA: Sipara wins on abs alone

SS: (Shit, wait, can we have Pheres judge? He's, like, got a thing for green, right?)

SA: I will.

AA: soz, prni, you totes ain't. yrn, like, qt.

SS: (Sipa wins on accounta I'm p sure she can, like, pick me up with one frond and I'm p sure I'm too intimidated to fight that ish.)

AA: like a barnkbeast.

SA: but I wanted to be handsome

AA: totes diff genrne.

SA: but will you fight her in a contest of looks laledy

SA: that's the most important part

AA: ... idk abt one frnond, but now we'rne totes gonna have to see. >:}

SA: oh. Now you've done it 🙃

SS: (Omfg.)

SS: (I demand a one-fronded Sipa carriage to tote me around.)

SS: (And, SA, think of it this way: if you're up an competin with someone on, like, any front.)

SS: (And they can up and do that.)

SS: (D'you really wanna challenge 'em?)

SA: perhaps at a safe distance, with a required boundary line.

SS: (Zactly!)

SA: but I also weigh little enough anyone could pick me up. I am sure Sipara could lift you and I together

SS: (You hear that, Sipa??)

AA: boundarny lines arne forn cheaters and cowa

SS: (He's totes sure!!)

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

SS: (Are you gonna let him down??)

AA: now we gotta fucking do it. way2babully, prni, jfc.

SA: what is... babully..

AA: ugghhh

AA: I've got some chucklehead trnying to fucking get back up. brnb, brnb. lal, you explain!!SA: be careful Sipara

SS: (Well, you see.)

SS: (When a troll and her ability to talk proper-like love each other v v much, they hook up!)

SS: (But trolls ain't made for datin abstract concepts, so it inevitably goes real sideways-like, and results in ish like trolls decidin they ain't never gonna have ish to do with talkin proper-like again.)

SS: (And that's why Sipara doesn't know how to talk right.)SA: but... what does babully mean

SA: I understand Sipara may have a strange quirk and not speak with perfect grammar or syntax

SA: so is your relationship with the abstract concept of language doing alright?AA: is that also why i'm gonna say you should go pail yrn lusus?? yrn the wornst, omfg. and stfu, prni, you know my quirnk is  G RN8. >:P

SA: :thinking:

SA: :laughing:

AA: it's a bb bully, duuuh.

SA: oh

SA: I'm a good person, I'm not a bully

SA: :lying_face:

AA: that's a box 2 me, brnah, dd.

SA: oh...

SA: I tried

AA: omggg, don't go all glum.

AA: yrn so a bully. bc you darned me and ppl gotta take darnes.  >:}

SA: it was an emoji that was saying j was lying

SA: you could also say no and tell me to hush

SA: another option

AA: LMAO WHAT

AA: omfg, yrn trneachernous. >:'{

SA: :hugging:

SA: now let me hug you with my traitorous hands

SA: I promise nothing bad will happen

SA: this is a joke

SS: (That's, like, the least ominous ish I've heard tonigh twixt the bleatbeast ish and the stitch-pulling, negl.)

AA: oh my god, yrn nevern getting a hug again, jsyk.

SA: I will ask Hadean for one

SA: :cry:

SA: since you won't share hugs

SS: (Sipa, quick, go hide Hads. (\qnq/) )

SA: does that mean I win, laledy?

SS: (Depends, pal, if you win does that mean you ain't gonna go all Bewear on me??)

SS: (Cos I ain't a man of pride, pal, I'm down to forfeit for, like, my life. (\unu/) )

SA: oh I wouldn't do that anyways.

SA: :smiley:

SA: you are all safe with me

SS: (I totes believe you. (\qnq/) )

SA: I'm glad

SA: I must rest now. I will see you later laledy

SS: (See ya laters! (\eue/) )