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@bigbadmuerte
“I’m tired of stupid, arrogant heroes who think they can outrun me.”
//mun here!! :D this is all very much a work in progress. I’ve just gotten this up and running, but it’s still pretty rough around the edges. It’s functional for now, though. I’ll be editing this post to be a proper introduction later! More of a placeholder presently to show I’m a human
“I met death, and death wanted me to live”
Belos has been avoiding someone for a long time… and it looks like they’ve finally caught up.
@witch-huntergeneral @bigbadmuerte
BEING SQUISHED ISN'T FUN, YOU TRY BEING SQUISHED EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
I HAVE AND IT'S THE BEST SHIT. IF YOU SQUISHED ME RIGHT NOW I'D BE HAVING A GREAT TIME
NO!!! ITS NOT FAIR THAT YOU'RE A GIANT WOLF AND I'M SMALLER THAN YOU!!!
THEN GET BIGGER I DON'T SEE WHAT THE PROBLEM IS! I GOT BIGGER IT'S NOT THAT HARD
BEING SQUISHED ISN'T FUN, YOU TRY BEING SQUISHED EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
I HAVE AND IT'S THE BEST SHIT. IF YOU SQUISHED ME RIGHT NOW I'D BE HAVING A GREAT TIME
@bigbadmuerte
"Listen being squished is fun, you'll love it"
"MUERTE THIS ISN'T FUN"
"No it's the best thing! You just gotta get used to it! Look at us we're having a great time!"
"AAAAAAAAAA"
I hope you know that my goal with the rp going forward is one hundred percent to get to a point where it's unsettlingly impossible to tell whether the amnesia is real anymore or an act.
NO NO WALKER YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME
FUCK!!!!
"We are rarely still in my town if not praying," Philip replies, "and I would rather not be left to my thoughts at the moment. I can't say I understand what I just experienced walking with you, and I think perhaps I would rather not come to understand. This land is unfamiliar to me, but I don't expect to die today and Caleb and I navigated unfamilar territory with no one there to help us as children." He meets Death's gaze steadily. "You don't have to worry about me. I have it under control."
Phillip having something under control is less reassuring than the man probably thinks it is. Death grimaces at the thought of everything else Phillip's had under control in his life, but lets it go with a roll of his shoulders. He rights himself and starts towards the town. "Alright, fine. But say something if you start feeling bad. You don't have to tough it out every time."
He shifts his attention to Azura, providing that same worry to her. "How're you after that? I know it's a lot to take in. You weren't happy with it the last time you went through either."
When Muerte's attention drifts onto her she jumps and takes a step back from both of them, visibly shaking. She tries to play it as tough as he is by shrugging it off, while the sight of the haunting souls might as well burned through the back of her eyelids.
"I'm fine," she dismisses his question rather coldly, wanting to get away from all of this madness as quickly as possible. There was something about that strange darkness that was familiar to her, as Death has mentioned that she's been there before. Perhaps it jogged her memory somewhat, but it was unpleasant nonetheless. Nothing that she wanted to remember. "What's next?"
He makes a show of sighing, dramatist that he is, lolling his head back as he groans about these two. "I promise it won't kill either of you to accept some help. Who knows, you might even have some fun." Muerte doesn't even wait for an answer to that. He knows exactly the kind of statements he'll get from them in response. What'd he ever do to get stuck with such a stubborn pair?
Actually, scratch that. That might not be a good question to ask.
Death lets his gaze linger on her before starting on. While he'd like to provide comfort, right now he's more apt to make things worse than help. Best not to reach out and terrify her even more. "This is the closest secluded area to the castle. We'll just walk the rest of the way. Appearing in a crowd of people is... tiring, and I don't know how magic works here, or how much magic this one stored in the castle." He jerks a thumb in Phillip's direction, not quite accusingly, more of a statement of fact, albeit a careless one. "Magic sometimes doesn't mix. I don't want to risk it when we're such a mess of a group. Anyways, we'll have to go through town, and I'm hoping we can find some leads there about what's happened to you two."
Just as he finishes speaking, the trees break onto a dirt path that turns into paved brick up ahead. In the distance, there's the sound of lighthearted conversation, people haggling back and forth, and kids yelling at each other over a game. Whatever's going on up there, it's busy, and it's a crowd.
The girl wraps her arms around herself in an attempt to self-soothe, getting more and more nervous the further they went down the road. The sounds of familiar and rather human-esque chatter in the distance made her raise an eyebrow however, what she was expecting in mind was ghastly monsters similar in the in-between, not a gaggle of street vendors haggling their prices. It looks normal enough from a fair distance.
"You know, this doesn't feel like it's any different from back home-HUAGH?!"
A shriek comes out of her as she trips over what seems to be a mass of flesh crawling on the ground, with many many rows of teeth that looks more than willing to take a bite off her foot. Azura instantly screams out of fear. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?"
Death helps find her footing again, although he's dragging her along more than she probably wants to be pulled. "Theyre a demon," he says casually. "Just as common as witches here, and just as kind. Which is to say they're a person." He levels her a look as somewhat of a warning. While he understands her alarm, drawing attention to themselves is not high on his priorities. The lot of them would draw enough attention with the Emperor walking around as is.
Or, that's his assumption anyways. The further they walk into town, the louder the crowd gets, and the more similar everyone begins to look. Mask after golden mask hides laughing faces, the people a sea of white cloaks regardless of height or build. Vendors call out from their stalls, peddling both games and toys, which on closer inspection appear to be too gruesome for the levity that surrounds them all. Most scenes and toys depict someone dead. Quite a few children run around with toy swords, taking turns taunting each other.
The children toss around the words "wild witch!" in their chase, not that this means anything to Death. It's still not what he was hoping to find, though. The wolf sighs and clasps a hand to the back of his neck.
"This is just my luck. How are we supposed to find anyone to help us on a day like this?"
90% of my writing experience is doing this
@wastelandwalkin @bigbadmuerte
@bigbadmuerte
this video is CUTE, the animal is clearly in distress but it is a vile creature unloved by any god and we are correct to derive pleasure and satisfaction from its misery
sometimes i wanna play among us in character with my rp friends and just have fun together. the chaos ensuing
Listen, buddy, the sooner you realize I can’t be killed with any weapon made upon this world, the sooner we can be friends :)
Oh, you made a knife with iron from a meteorite? Good thinking, pal! Did you also make the knife while in orbit? No? Then it was made upon this world, and thus can’t kill me. Now can we please play Mario kart?
Wow, you summoned an ancient hero from the past to defeat me. That would be sick if the elemental composition of the world was different back then. But since it wasn’t I’m going to teach them how to play Bomberman
@bigbadmuerte
so hear me out,
extra plushie~
"We are rarely still in my town if not praying," Philip replies, "and I would rather not be left to my thoughts at the moment. I can't say I understand what I just experienced walking with you, and I think perhaps I would rather not come to understand. This land is unfamiliar to me, but I don't expect to die today and Caleb and I navigated unfamilar territory with no one there to help us as children." He meets Death's gaze steadily. "You don't have to worry about me. I have it under control."
Phillip having something under control is less reassuring than the man probably thinks it is. Death grimaces at the thought of everything else Phillip's had under control in his life, but lets it go with a roll of his shoulders. He rights himself and starts towards the town. "Alright, fine. But say something if you start feeling bad. You don't have to tough it out every time."
He shifts his attention to Azura, providing that same worry to her. "How're you after that? I know it's a lot to take in. You weren't happy with it the last time you went through either."
When Muerte's attention drifts onto her she jumps and takes a step back from both of them, visibly shaking. She tries to play it as tough as he is by shrugging it off, while the sight of the haunting souls might as well burned through the back of her eyelids.
"I'm fine," she dismisses his question rather coldly, wanting to get away from all of this madness as quickly as possible. There was something about that strange darkness that was familiar to her, as Death has mentioned that she's been there before. Perhaps it jogged her memory somewhat, but it was unpleasant nonetheless. Nothing that she wanted to remember. "What's next?"
He makes a show of sighing, dramatist that he is, lolling his head back as he groans about these two. "I promise it won't kill either of you to accept some help. Who knows, you might even have some fun." Muerte doesn't even wait for an answer to that. He knows exactly the kind of statements he'll get from them in response. What'd he ever do to get stuck with such a stubborn pair?
Actually, scratch that. That might not be a good question to ask.
Death lets his gaze linger on her before starting on. While he'd like to provide comfort, right now he's more apt to make things worse than help. Best not to reach out and terrify her even more. "This is the closest secluded area to the castle. We'll just walk the rest of the way. Appearing in a crowd of people is... tiring, and I don't know how magic works here, or how much magic this one stored in the castle." He jerks a thumb in Phillip's direction, not quite accusingly, more of a statement of fact, albeit a careless one. "Magic sometimes doesn't mix. I don't want to risk it when we're such a mess of a group. Anyways, we'll have to go through town, and I'm hoping we can find some leads there about what's happened to you two."
Just as he finishes speaking, the trees break onto a dirt path that turns into paved brick up ahead. In the distance, there's the sound of lighthearted conversation, people haggling back and forth, and kids yelling at each other over a game. Whatever's going on up there, it's busy, and it's a crowd.
