HOHOHOHOHOH ... OH, MY LITTLE ONES, I MUST CONFESS ... I HAVE CONFERRED MY GIFTS UPON YOU ALREADY ... YES ... YOU ARE NURTURING INSIDE OF YOU A HOST OF MY FINEST CREATIONS ... I HAVE TENDED THEM WELL IN MY GARDEN, NURTURING THEM WITH MY OWN BLOOD AND SWEAT AND PUS ... NOW THESE THINGS BELONG TO YOU... IS THAT NOT... MARVELOUS?
-Hely, there's someone else up there with you-
-It's that woman who smells like wolf all the time-
-Quietly contemplating the sky-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She gave her a nod of acknowledgement-
-Scratching at her shoulder-
Hal? Come on, don't— don't be— come on I'll feel bad if something— GHH!
-She flinches back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Hal is twitching and shuddering and screaming-
-something is growing... visible on his arm-
-it looks like a... human face, making a pained expression-
-and when i say, looks like-
-there are human eyes and human teeth-
-another is growing, metal plates cracking and shifting and twisting painfully, on his hand, and on his knees-
-wherever he has bare skin, you can see them-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIHoly shitballs!
-She stumbles back, falling over, onto the grass-
-The grass slices into her like knives-
-She screams and thrashes-
-She... looks fine, though-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(OH BOI GUNTH it's Gracia, your new best friend/sort-of-family and she got all the choco off her face, but she looks enthused.)
Günther! They were burning things outside and saying bad words but I didn't get put in jail and I saw Cliff and he's my friend too but you haven't met him and he wants to watch movies and we're going to have soda that will probably make me fat, but that's okay because then you and I can match!
(big ol' Ardonis grin, full of admiration)
...U-um, what a... what— what a pretty evening it— it is, huh guys...?
(suddenly on the roof with Solace and Hely... there is a stammery blunette
◊.)
Perfect for, um—... th-thinking about life... and— and our personal relationship with our Savior, Panos Ibarra.
(Another, smaller bluenette
is sitting on the couch in the main room, coloring something in on a page and looking... vaguely sad.)
...D-darn it... The head's too big...
(ALSO IN THE MAIN ROOM, a chungy, wheelchair-bound redhead nerd in spectacles holds a bag of peas on her eye, muttering to herself.)
...Rrrrhh... If— If I see her again, I'll—... crudmuffins, what will I even do...? GHH, how horrible this is, what a fate, what an undeserved cosmic sham...!
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Nov 10th 2018 at 8:07:59 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Hal whimpers, curled up into a ball-
-one of the faces calls out to Cori-
HI, FACE NO. 832 HERE! TIRED OF LIVING IN A BORING WORLD WITH A BORING LIFE? TRY NURGLE'S LATEST GIFT - THE 'GREY FEVER!' IT'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE INTERESTING QUICK - I GUARANTEE IT!
-it speaks in Hal's voice-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIWh-what!?
-She rubs at her arms, smearing her purply blood everywhere-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?WHAT THE FUCK NO STOP!
-She's sinking into the earth-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything? Like, seriously. They're so cool. The horns, too. You should shave your head so people can see them. They'd probably burn your at the stake though. Can you even scream?
-intense eyes from under this timid kid's hair-
[[evil:[[strike: Did those tattoos hurt?
I bet they did. They're neat even if they're simple.]] ..Do you draw? You got that stupid sketchbook right there, there's gotta be a ton of fuckin' doodles in the margins or something.]]
Edited by ImmortalFaust on Nov 10th 2018 at 6:25:09 AM
[forum cryptid: it/it's](Gracia giggles when noogied.)
Everything soda. It probably tastes like everything and I'm scared of it. We should both try it.
Hnnnhhhh...
(oh... oh geez, Solomon, that poor girl in the wheelchair looks like she got roughed up real bad...)
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Nov 10th 2018 at 8:24:20 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Solace looks down at her book, seeming hesitant to up and show anything off-
-But maybe tempted?-
-She takes his hand but her eyes are sorta glazed over-
Ghnnhnnn...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ghh—!
(She startles, but... looks oh so relieved and lowkey validated when noticed by a handsome young man.)
Oh—, oh thank heaven above someone notices my plight...! This horrible psychopath assailed me last night while I was innocently browsing my favored media on my "smart-tablet" and gave me a frightful wallop, unprovoked! She was a demon from the blackest pits of tartarus...
(Clutching that pea bag to her poor eye...)
...U-uh... Oh... Are we... drawing...?
(The nervous blue-hair gal moves in to get a peek at Solace's maybe-possibly drawings.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Yeah, later!
-Turns to fast-walk away-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?