Crow's Silly Oc Blog!!

@cypher-is-sane

TMA rp blog Ocs: Korauki, Cypher, Leigh, Raven, Rowan.

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Introduction Post

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hello. I am Crow - @justsomecorvid is my main blog.

I am a minor so nothing gross on this account please. This is mostly for rp but I might post art here if I’m incredibly bored.

feel free to send asks or dm me to rp! If you want more lore of backstory on my ocs before you rp with me, just dm! I prefer to keep it primarily secret and release bits of info during interractions, but I don't mind just flat-out telling you if its easier to understand that way.

CYPHER: Slaughter/Spiral aligned. #Writing In Blood

LEIGH: Dark aligned. #When The Lights Turn Off

KORAUKI: Desolation aligned. #Burned Sketches

RAVEN: Hunt/End aligned. #A Merciful Death

ROWAN: Flesh aligned. #Stitched Together

more may be added idk

Thanks!

-Crow :>

#Tma rp #oc rp #character rp #Last Updated: March 10th 2025

stochastic-shieldmaiden

Astronomy I-

anon-e-has-a-tmblr

Archaeology: it is mandatory, it is ritualic.

Fun fact about archeology!

if it's a rock and you lick it, your tongue got a little dirty.

If it's a bone, it sticks to your tongue.

Bones remember being inside a body where they could be wet all the time, and they want to return to that state.

shortgremlinman

Cheers science side of Tumblr. Never say that again though

bettinalevyisdetermined

of-buzzing-melodies

collecting bones for my sweety. :}

I want bones >:[

of-buzzing-melodies

We have none to spare. They are remarkably easy to find - go seek your own.

aw come onnn :[

#Oc: Korauki #a singing swarm

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

There's a tall person strolling down the nearby street. Their curly lavender hair seemingly shimmers in the sun, flowing in rhythm with their steps. It's absolutely eye catching, demanding his attention.

Korauki's gaze catches on the flashy being a fair distance away from him. There's something about them that puts him on edge, something that doesn't quite sit right with him. Despite this, at least for the moment, he was far more focused on his sketch and trying to capture the basic elements of this subject before they're out of his sight.

His pencil scratches rhythmically against the paper as he sketches out the basic shaped that compose a body. It's a rough doodle, but he's quick to fix it, only looking away to recalibrate this person's location and to make sure his drawing was accurate. He wasn't quite sure that he would be able to capture such colors and confidence with the measly pencil and paper he had, but he'd be damned if he didn't try.

speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

They sit down on a nearby bench, taking out a book to read. Now that they're closer,he can see more of their details as well, it almost increases his focus, makes him want to capture every detail.

He isn't sure what kind of artistic motivation hits him, but suddenly he feels as though if he doesn't finish this sketch as perfectly as possible, he'd be missing something. Failing.

He rapidly erases what he had on the page now that their position had changed. Something in his head is telling him that he must draw them like this now, with these details captured. Once again he has the rough sketch down, and soon he's on to drawing the soft fall of their curly hair, the way it catches the light, and then the reflection of the light in eyes that don't look quite human. That last detail makes him backtrack a bit, but it's not long before he's back to avidly drawing, that small thing going unnoticed.

speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

They lift its head, smiling a polite smile his way. Its eyes are mismatched,one piercing, almost neon green,the other a darker purple,both have slit like a cat's.

How could he ever be able to capture it all? He needs to try though,try harder. Letting his attention slip elsewhere is impossible, nothing matters but this drawing.

Can he even stop?

Korauki frowned at the sketch. He couldn’t even find it in him to be embarrassed that he was caught staring like he normally would have been. Instead, he was obsessively fussing over the fact that he hadn’t been able to capture the cat-like reflection of light in their eyes.

He erased the line work on the eyes and quickly fixed it. It had to be better. It had to.

He didn’t usually focus much on anything but his sketches when he was creating them, but this time, even he could recognize that he was being… different about this one. He found he couldn’t stop himself, though. His panic brought the heat of the Desolation to him, but he dulled it enough to not ruin his drawing. He couldn’t ruin it.

Each aspect, each crease or fold in the fabric of their outfit, each curl of hair glimmering with the light, everything had to be put down onto the paper, and it had to be right. That was all he focused on for the moment.

#tma rp #Oc: Korauki #Puppeteer: Cheshire Cat

of-buzzing-melodies

collecting bones for my sweety. :}

I want bones >:[

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

There's a tall person strolling down the nearby street. Their curly lavender hair seemingly shimmers in the sun, flowing in rhythm with their steps. It's absolutely eye catching, demanding his attention.

Korauki's gaze catches on the flashy being a fair distance away from him. There's something about them that puts him on edge, something that doesn't quite sit right with him. Despite this, at least for the moment, he was far more focused on his sketch and trying to capture the basic elements of this subject before they're out of his sight.

His pencil scratches rhythmically against the paper as he sketches out the basic shaped that compose a body. It's a rough doodle, but he's quick to fix it, only looking away to recalibrate this person's location and to make sure his drawing was accurate. He wasn't quite sure that he would be able to capture such colors and confidence with the measly pencil and paper he had, but he'd be damned if he didn't try.

speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

They sit down on a nearby bench, taking out a book to read. Now that they're closer,he can see more of their details as well, it almost increases his focus, makes him want to capture every detail.

He isn't sure what kind of artistic motivation hits him, but suddenly he feels as though if he doesn't finish this sketch as perfectly as possible, he'd be missing something. Failing.

He rapidly erases what he had on the page now that their position had changed. Something in his head is telling him that he must draw them like this now, with these details captured. Once again he has the rough sketch down, and soon he's on to drawing the soft fall of their curly hair, the way it catches the light, and then the reflection of the light in eyes that don't look quite human. That last detail makes him backtrack a bit, but it's not long before he's back to avidly drawing, that small thing going unnoticed.

#tma rp #Oc: Korauki #Puppeteer: Cheshire Cat

panromanticturtle

Chess and Fish: We made our to do lists for today

Crow: Let me see them

Crow: Fish, yours just says Inky, and Chess, yours just says Knife

Chess: Yes

Fish: Did I stutter

Real

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

There's a tall person strolling down the nearby street. Their curly lavender hair seemingly shimmers in the sun, flowing in rhythm with their steps. It's absolutely eye catching, demanding his attention.

Korauki's gaze catches on the flashy being a fair distance away from him. There's something about them that puts him on edge, something that doesn't quite sit right with him. Despite this, at least for the moment, he was far more focused on his sketch and trying to capture the basic elements of this subject before they're out of his sight.

His pencil scratches rhythmically against the paper as he sketches out the basic shaped that compose a body. It's a rough doodle, but he's quick to fix it, only looking away to recalibrate this person's location and to make sure his drawing was accurate. He wasn't quite sure that he would be able to capture such colors and confidence with the measly pencil and paper he had, but he'd be damned if he didn't try.

#tma rp #Oc: Korauki #Puppeteer: Cheshire Cat

chungledown-bimothy

reblog to tell a 14 year old that these are the very, very hard years and they're not wrong to feel the way they do.

apocalyptic-cake-deactivated202

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

screaming-eternal-deactivated20

As someone who nearly commited suicide at multiple occasions REBLOG THIS!!

*reblogs the fuck out of this*

nidais-imagines-deactivated2021

-slams the reblog button-

i-moved-blogs-ffs

I GENUINELY DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD DO THIS BRO HOLY SHIT???

I GUESS I WOKE UP AT 4 AM FOR A REASON-

- 🌸🍭mod mikan🍭🌸

That's important

yahooo-official

SAYING IT A THIRD TIME!!!!!!! DO NOT DO THIS!111 TUMBLR DOES NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ITS USERS! THEY WILL NOT GET THE PERSON HELP, ALL IT DOES IS TERMINATE THEIR BLOG!!!

listen to yahoo guys.

official-bulgaria

If someone really thinks Tumblr is going to help someone struggling with sh and sui ideation, they are so wrong. "Tumblr will follow up and help them" oh yeah? How exactly will they help? Hm? Terminating a vent account/deleting a blog counts as help? The struggling person can just start using a diary or venting to people in real life, no? "This could save someone's life" if someone is in crisis, the last thing they need is getting an outlet of theirs forcefully removed. "This could save someone's life, it's not a joke." it sounds like one though. Trust me, those people do not need your help specifically, so if you encounter something like this and you want to help them so badly, just don't interact with their post(s) or maybe talk to them, thank you very much.

failure-girl-fuyu

from experience, getting termed makes you feel 10x worse. didnt help that the day my old vent/jirai blog got termed was the same day i did risky stuff bcs i felt like absolute shit

luckily, i was over what i was going crazy over before i got termed, so i wasnt at risk of suicide, but if i found out about it earlier id probably be in a mental institute, if not dead or dying

please do not get people's vent blogs terminated, you will silence them and you will put them at larger risk for something dangerous

listen to prev please <3. reporting doesnt help and tumblr doesnt give a fuck about us either except getting rid of our safe spaces

prettyboyprettyeyes

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

#tma rp #Oc: Korauki

elevator-attendant

Hello,Hello, people of London! How are we doing this charming night? Are we working late? Maybe too lazy to take the stairs because we are soooo tired :(¿?Well a lift would surely help with that <3 hehe…. I’m just joking with you guys! I would never do that….

Though I should probably introduce myself should I :)¿? Mmm, but I won’t… hehe.. who even was D̶̺̏u̸͖͝n̷̖̍̋ć̵̰̳̒ȁ̴̬͈n̸͓̏ ̷̛̱̠S̵̡̓a̸̛͍̔w̶̭͑y̶̢̩̋ê̸̠̭r̷̯͆¿? Anyways, you can call me whatever you want my dearies…❤️

DING. . .

Oh, I better get going! My lift is here. Unless… ḏ̴́o̵̘̦̓ ̶̛̖͌y̶̢͕̍̽o̸̺̺͂u̵̥͓͗ ̷̖̲̚w̷̟̔ḭ̶̱̿̚s̸̛̪͝ḧ̵̰́̆ ̸̝̈́ţ̵͉̋o̸̠̰͂͒ ̵͖̄̈́j̸̨͎͑ȏ̸̢̱ĭ̷̻̇n̶̨̲͊͋ ̶͈͆͊m̷̢̗̍̈ě̵͎?̴̛͍

#OMG I don’t know who this is #or anything about this tbh #but I haven’t gotten a good rp in SOOO LONGGGG DIFJSIFJSKFISJFKKEBFKD #So uh.#hi

Raven - Hunt Oc - redesign

#Cypher ooc #Raven oc

He found himself wandering again, pacing endlessly through the woods he used to bury his victims in.

like usual, he sat himself down in his clearing, in the moss and dirt and bones that the trees and plants seemed to have refused to grow over.

he stared down at the outline of a skull in silence. The Slaughter seemed to be losing its grip on him. Or maybe it was just loosening it. He was pretty sure one being couldn’t just lose its avatar.

he hadn’t had to kill in weeks. It seemed like a miracle to him, but there was an underlying dread he couldn’t ignore.

if the Slaughter was giving him up, what was going to take him next?

nobodys-soldier

Charlie isn’t sure why she’s wandering through the woods. Or, maybe that’s a lie. She knows who she met here. She knows what she’s looking for.

Dumb girl still doesn’t have any survival instincts. It’s wild, to imagine she’d met her first real non-work friend out here, and that it had been some lunatic with a knife in the forest. It’s even more wild to know that she misses him.

It isn’t Marc the blue-haired girl stumbles upon, which is good, because the dead man should have his rest. But of all people Charlie expected to find, it wasn’t some guy surrounded by bones and decay. Guess these woods never stop surprising her.

“H-Hi.” She squeaks out. Lovely. Alert him to your presence, why don’t you.

his head snapped back to face her. He seemed like a Slaughterer, but it would have been far more likely that he jumped up at the chance to have blood in his hands rather than simply watching her.

He stayed silent, watching her for a while before turning his head to the ground again. He kept his back to her, deciding not to provoke her. Maybe she’d kill him, maybe she’d attack him, maybe she’d leave him alone. He wasn’t sure. Nor did he care.

“Hello.” His voice was soft and weak despite his looks, dressed like he was ready to go commit crimes, completed with blades sheathed along his legs and at his hips that seemed to be stained thoroughly with old blood.

nobodys-soldier

“Are- Are you-”

What? A murderer? Does Charlie even have it in her to be upset about that kind of thing anymore? After everything she’s done, after she got the vacuum for the fucking grave keeper? Her friend’s killer?

“…Nevermind. It’s not worth knowing.”

She doesn’t care who she works for. The Eye doesn’t have that kind of grip on her yet.

He just tilts his head once again in mild confusion. As much as he would have liked to know what they wanted to ask, he didn’t want to speak anymore. He had no energy to talk to anyone.

His fingers trailed along a bole wedged in the dirt, stained a dirty brown with age and rot. He felt like he could shatter it under his hands if he just tried hard enough, but merely touching the bone made him shudder with disgust.

“Who are you?” He spoke up, the question almost sounding like it wasn’t a question at all. His voice was monotonous.

He tucked his head down and clenched his hand in a clump of moss instead of touching a bone. He couldn’t handle it anymore.

nobodys-soldier

“Charlie. Short for Charlotte.”

Is this guy having a mental breakdown? Is this becoming a regular occurrence for her? Charlie fidgets with her pronoun pin and tries to figure out what to do.

“What’s your name?”

”Cypher.” He mumbled. “Good to meet you.” He remembered to continue the conversation and be at least a little bit polite to the new person.

“Do you need something..?” He asked hesitantly. Few people stuck around him this long unless they wanted something from him.

nobodys-soldier

“N-No. Not really.”

God, does this remind her of meeting him. She can’t walk away now.

“Do you, um- mind if I sit there?”

Great. Sit surrounded by bones in the murder clearing, next to the guy with a knife. This can only end poorly. It’s so stupid, it only makes her more nostalgic.

“Not at all.” He said plainly, keeping his head down so as not to bother her at all by watching. He knew he had a tendency to stare at least a bit.

He ran a finger down his knife, resting its sharpness. As always, it was a perfect edge. The Slaughter advantages were still present, he supposed.

He tangled a hand in his multicoloured hair os he could comfortably lean his head against his palm with his elbow rested against his knee.

“So. What’re you doing out in the woods?” He asked conversationally.

nobodys-soldier

Charlie sits as far away from Cypher as she possibly can, almost to the point of falling off the log- which is ironic, considering she was the one who asked to sit here. Does he really just have a knife?

“Looking back over some memories, I guess.”

She’s going to get murdered she’s going to get murdered she’s going to get-

“Um- and you?”

It wasn’t very promising that the knife was crusted in places with a suspiciously red substance. But it’s was probably just rust. Wasn’t it?

he grabbed the blade by the hilt, resting its weight in his hand. He looked up at Charlie as though he could sense her fear. Something malicious glinted in his eyes for a second - the Slaughter shining through greedily - and he raised the blade a bit-

he stabbed it right into the dirt in a sort of show of harmlessness. A bone crunched in the soil.

“Relaxing.” He answered simply.

nobodys-soldier

He could hurt her. He wants to hurt her. For some reason, the certainty of it dispels all the panic. A strange calm takes Charlie. It tastes a lot like gasoline.

“Weird place to relax.”

Where did all her fear go?

he shrugged. He understood how it might seem odd, of course, but it helped him remember everything he had done to every innocent person who dared to get a little too close.

“Weird place to reminisce.” He countered almost playfully.

nobodys-soldier

“Usher sends you weird places.”

She picks up a stick and starts snapping the twig into smaller pieces, tossing them onto the ground.

“Fair.” He watches her actions, finding himself almost mesmerized by the simple act of destruction. It seemed satisfying, so he wrenched his knife from the soil.

wiping down his blade, he grabbed a thin twig nearby, then started cutting it so he could achieve even smaller pieces.

nobodys-soldier

Her lips twitch into the beginning of a smile. Somebody walking around with purple heart-shaped sunglasses doesn’t have zero whimsy in them.

“…Are you making this a competition?”

Either way, Charlie starts snapping her sticks shorter.

”No. ‘course not.” He huffed, rolling his eyes, but the second he noticed her challenging him, his eyes narrowed but with a grin on his lips and he cut the twigs smaller.

“But I’m not gonna back down from one.” He grumbled, working intently. “And I’m not gonna lose.”

nobodys-soldier

“We’ll see about that...” She mumbles, trailing off as she works her hardest to more effectively decimate the stick. Charlie’s not generally assertive in the least, but she is one competitive motherfucker.

He drew his serrated knife over and over against the twigs, a smile on his face. He tore them again with the blade, but eventually he just didn’t have the precision to cause more destruction and gave up with a huff, stabbing the blade back into the ground.

“damn.”

nobodys-soldier

“Ha!” She sounds more floating than Charlie means to. She always had a gift for breaking things.

“…So, which one are you? Which fear?” The weird bonding activity makes Charlie feel more confident, a little less nervous. What the hell? He’s clearly an avatar. Her world clearly consists almost primarily of avatars. Why keep ignoring it?

He gave her a playful glare when she won, rolling his eyes.

“Slaughter…?” He tried with a shrug. “Not really. Not anymore. It doesn’t like that I feel guilty for what I’ve done.” He looked to the side. “This is my clearing. My victims.” He mumbled.

he didn’t say anything else, but he looked up and tilted his head for a brief second, obviously wondering what Avatar she was.

nobodys-soldier

"Oh! I, uh- I'm not an avatar. Not- not anymore." The guilt wasn't enough to beat the Corruption out, not as long as she gave it what it wanted, in the end. But the hive couldn't take the flame.

Blitz said the Desolation was eyeing her. Marc said it was only a matter of time. But they've gotta be wrong. There's no way she could go back there.

”Oh. I woulda sworn you’re Desolation.” He grinned a bit, shrugging. He seemed to be joking, but half serious. They seemed destructive and yet bright and energetic like the fires the Desolation was represented by.

He sighed and picked up handfuls of torn-up twigs, feeling their texture in a sort of manner of fidgeting.

nobodys-soldier

“That’s what everyone seems to be saying.” Charlie grumbles to herself, not realizing that she’s nowhere near quiet enough of a whisperer to keep the comment from Cypher.

“I’m just me. Normal and human.”

And an ex-serial killer. That too.

He nodded respectfully, deciding not to press further. He hardly knew this person anyways, so it was better not to try to get into deep conversation. Or so he thought, anyways.

“I wish I could be you.” He laughed, though, for obvious reasons, he wasn’t really joking. He was only out here to remember what he did under the influence of the Slaughter, trying to remember his victims.

nobodys-soldier

“Heh. Wanna trade?”

He doesn’t. He really, really doesn’t. If he knew who she was, what she’d done, what she’d been through, he’d want nothing to do with her cracked and blackened life. But this is his murder clearing, not hers. Maybe they both have their issues.

“Ughh, yes.” He groaned over dramatically, grinning despite his theatrics. Of course, despite his dramatic display, he would willingly trade lives with this random person who wasn’t quite a stranger anymore.

Cypher had killed far, far too many people. There were hundreds buried under their feet.

nobodys-soldier

She giggles. “Now we just have to figure out how to recreate Freaky Friday. Get you a wig or something. Pretend to be mother and daughter.”

Charlie seems like she’s joking, but then again, it’s hard to tell. She doesn’t seem like the most intelligent of people.

He laughs brightly, head tilted back slightly. “You’re insane. I’m in.” He joked back with her, leaning back on his hands, watching the stars. Night was falling, slowly, and he always loved watching the stars from out here. They were pristine and untouched by humans.

It was really a lovely place, besides the bones poking through the moss and fly agaric mushrooms.

nobodys-soldier

“We just gotta find…” Crap. How did they do it again? Something about fortune cookies, maybe?

“…I don’t think I’ve seen that movie before, actually.”

He grinned. “Yeah, me neither. We could just do what the Circus does and like… i dunno. Get ourselves skinned?” He giggles. “No idea how that works, either.”

he sighed and shuffled back so he could lean up against a tree comfortably, knees pulled loosely to his chest.

nobodys-soldier

Charlie’s never heard of a capital-C Circus, either. Pretty ignorant, this girl is, for someone who nearly pulled off a fear ritual.

“That sounds icky. Let’s not do that.”

He huffed in amusement. “Yeah, not my best idea.” He admitted playfully.

he couldn’t manage to catch on to the fact that she’d never heard of the Circus, or, likely by consequence, the Stranger, so he fell back into silence.

nobodys-soldier

Charlie’s not the kind of person who can stand silence. Maybe once, a long time ago, but she left that old self behind. Her foot taps against the forest floor, thought she stops that right away when she accidentally snaps one of the bones littering it. Right. Murder clearing.

“So how’d you meet the Slaughter, anyway?”

”killed my dad. Then it took over, and then it was my friend, then my boyfriend, and… well, you get it.” He grumbled. Inside, he felt strong remorse. He missed his lover and his friends.

he couldn’t show that, though. He was supposed to be a Slaughterer, no matter how weak his link to it was nowadays.

nobodys-soldier

“Oh.” Right. There’s that fear again. It’s easy to hang out in a field full of remnants when you let yourself forget what they are remnants of. Past sins. Crimes. More than that, people, human beings whose potential was cut short. Each of those bones used to be a living person.

Does Charlie really have it in her to be disturbed by murder anymore?

“I’m sorry. It’s always sucky when a Fear gets in your head.”

Yep. Totally not-avatar thing to say.

he just nodded, appreciating the fact that she just seemed to understand rather than becoming either disgusted or terrified. Or both. He’s had people develop both feelings towards him when he told them what he’s done.

he supposed it was almost a strange relief that she didn’t run, even though this was supposed to be his alone time.

”were you ever… associated with one of them?” He asked calmly.

nobodys-soldier

“I- no. No, never.” She’s a pretty shit liar. Charlie doesn’t expect him to judge her, necessarily, it’s just…not a time she likes to remember existed. Even though that means ignoring the first twenty-three years of her life.

She rubs the back of her neck. It’d be unfair to Cypher to start lying now. And it’s not exactly like he’ll turn her in to the police. “…A while ago. But not anymore.”

Cypher nods in an understanding fashion. His expression is blank, though not in any condemning sort of way. More just neutral. It was a topic he was very familiar with, and therefore didn't pay much mind to. Everyone he ran into nowadays seemed to have some affiliation with the Fears, anyways. "How'd you get out? Did it hurt? I... I'm worried the same's happening to me." He sighed, clenching his fist in a handful of moss. "Others say I'm just loosening my connection, that its impossible to disconnect with your Entity, but I think the Slaughter's letting me go."

nobodys-soldier

“Fear doesn’t let you go.” She responds automatically, although that isn’t necessarily true. Charlie twists a blade of grass in her fingers. “You just- you die, or you burn it out of you.”

The answer to his second question goes unspoken. She isn’t covered head to toe in those ugly scars for nothing. It had hurt.

”ah.” He mumbled, almost certain he was dealing with a Desolation Avatar. Or, at least, an ex-Desolation Avatar.

Like he could hear her thoughts, he looked down at her scars, his gaze intent on her arms and the backs of her hands where he could see the marks best.

“Interesting.” He mumbled absentmindedly. He didn’t mind the scars. He was covered in them, though the only visible ones were beautifully healed, at least. One as a scrape from his cheek to his collarbone, and one on the opposite side of his face, stretching from the outer corner of his eye and down his lips.

hers seemed more erratic, but it wasn’t bad in his mind.

nobodys-soldier

“Not really. But useful, heh.” There’s always creeping, crawling things to get rid of. Always things that cling when it’s their time to go. Charlie gets rid of them the only way she knows how.

“I don’t think that would solve your problem, though. Less…goop.”

"I think my only reasonable way out, at this point, would be to just burn it all." He chuckled with amusement. "So in a way, yeah, it would actually solve my problem." He shrugged, hugging his knees loosely to his chest. He absentmindedly kicked some moss out of the dirt with the heel of his black boot before curling up again. "And anyways, I'd say its interesting. And useful."

nobodys-soldier

"Don't think you could burn anything to get the Slaughter out but yourself. Doesn't have a physical manifestation in the same way. And I don't think sudden pain would do a lot to get rid of sudden violence."

Charlie won't admit how many nights she's spent staring at her ceiling, calculating a way to escape each fear. It would be easier if she were smarter, if she knew anything about them. She'll have to make due with what she has.

Sydney would've been much better at it all, wouldn't she?

Her skin itches. Charlie pulls out a lighter and begins fidgeting with it. She keeps far too many on her. Just in case.

”Yeah…” he sighed. “I guess I am really stuck with it. Traces of it, at least.” Cypher gave her a subtle little smile, though it was mostly an attempt to clear the tense atmosphere.

His eyes shift to the lighter the second she pulls it out. The flick of the flame each time it ignites catches his attention. It seems so warm. So…

Satisfying.

He snapped himself out of it, looking away. Instead he listened to the sound of the clicking of the ignition. He cleared his throat. “So. Do you walk in these woods often? I always thought I was alone out here.”

nobodys-soldier

"No, just...looking for an old friend, sort of?"

That makes it sound like they knew each other long, or like he's still alive. Neither is particularly the truth. Someone Marc knew compared her to his hospice nurse, the same someone who took a shovel through his head. Charlie can't shake the haunting impression that he was right.

"I found him here. Felt like he belonged to these places, y'know?"

Not in a good way. The Hunt had swallowed Marc Robertson whole. It was terrifying to witness. The only thing stronger than her fear of him had been Charlie's pity.

“Hmm.” He hummed in a sort of agreement, nodding along. He felt like there was definitely more to this story that he was missing, but he didn’t want to press. Not not.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the moss below, running his hands through it, feeling the bumps and imperfections caused by the bones it buried. He carefully avoided disturbing any of the mushrooms that thrives off of the decay.

”How so?” He asked, his curiosity of this connection winning over his need for silence. “Not that you have to answer, of course. Only if you’re comfortable.” He said quickly.

nobodys-soldier

"Well- I- I mean-" She sighs, kicking over a small clump of moss by her foot. She was never the gentle one. That was alway's Sydney's job. Her honeytrap.

"I don't know." Charlie admits with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. Maybe some part of her thought she'd find him out here again, bleeding on the foliage like last time. She's accepted that he's gone. It scares Charlie so bad that she's trying to undo it.

Maybe in some way, she had found a part of him here, in the form of this man hovering a razor's edge between violence and regret. Some days, it feels like that's all her friend had really known.

"He's dead."

That feels like a necessary piece of context.

”Ah.” Cypher mumbled, his voice a mix between understanding and mild shock.

That made a little more sense. Maybe he could piece together a little bit more of her story with that information. Of course, it was just one piece of the whole picture.

his hand settled on the hilt of his blade, rubbing his thumb over the small scratches in the black material. He remembered most of the people buried under the soil, and he certainly remembered the looks on their faces when he drew the blade he was holding now.

he felt sickened by the way it still gave him a bit of a thrill to think about it.

nobodys-soldier

She stiffens when she spots his hand going to his knife. Ah. Bad. that's very bad.

She can defend herself if she has to, though. Marc didn't teach her nothing.

He was a bit confused by the sudden silence. Raising his head to try and figure out where she was staring, he noticed that she wasn’t staring into the woods or even at the ground where there were bones visible.

No, she was staring at his blade, as though even after talking to her for such a long time he could just… turn.

No, not anymore. Maybe before the Slaughter lost its grip, but not anymore.

He sighed, wriggling the blade out of the mossy soil and sheathing it at his hip again. He was docile right now, he just needed to show it.

#oc: cypher #the convalescent #tma rp

He found himself wandering again, pacing endlessly through the woods he used to bury his victims in.

like usual, he sat himself down in his clearing, in the moss and dirt and bones that the trees and plants seemed to have refused to grow over.

he stared down at the outline of a skull in silence. The Slaughter seemed to be losing its grip on him. Or maybe it was just loosening it. He was pretty sure one being couldn’t just lose its avatar.

he hadn’t had to kill in weeks. It seemed like a miracle to him, but there was an underlying dread he couldn’t ignore.

if the Slaughter was giving him up, what was going to take him next?

nobodys-soldier

Charlie isn’t sure why she’s wandering through the woods. Or, maybe that’s a lie. She knows who she met here. She knows what she’s looking for.

Dumb girl still doesn’t have any survival instincts. It’s wild, to imagine she’d met her first real non-work friend out here, and that it had been some lunatic with a knife in the forest. It’s even more wild to know that she misses him.

It isn’t Marc the blue-haired girl stumbles upon, which is good, because the dead man should have his rest. But of all people Charlie expected to find, it wasn’t some guy surrounded by bones and decay. Guess these woods never stop surprising her.

“H-Hi.” She squeaks out. Lovely. Alert him to your presence, why don’t you.

his head snapped back to face her. He seemed like a Slaughterer, but it would have been far more likely that he jumped up at the chance to have blood in his hands rather than simply watching her.

He stayed silent, watching her for a while before turning his head to the ground again. He kept his back to her, deciding not to provoke her. Maybe she’d kill him, maybe she’d attack him, maybe she’d leave him alone. He wasn’t sure. Nor did he care.

“Hello.” His voice was soft and weak despite his looks, dressed like he was ready to go commit crimes, completed with blades sheathed along his legs and at his hips that seemed to be stained thoroughly with old blood.

nobodys-soldier

“Are- Are you-”

What? A murderer? Does Charlie even have it in her to be upset about that kind of thing anymore? After everything she’s done, after she got the vacuum for the fucking grave keeper? Her friend’s killer?

“…Nevermind. It’s not worth knowing.”

She doesn’t care who she works for. The Eye doesn’t have that kind of grip on her yet.

He just tilts his head once again in mild confusion. As much as he would have liked to know what they wanted to ask, he didn’t want to speak anymore. He had no energy to talk to anyone.

His fingers trailed along a bole wedged in the dirt, stained a dirty brown with age and rot. He felt like he could shatter it under his hands if he just tried hard enough, but merely touching the bone made him shudder with disgust.

“Who are you?” He spoke up, the question almost sounding like it wasn’t a question at all. His voice was monotonous.

He tucked his head down and clenched his hand in a clump of moss instead of touching a bone. He couldn’t handle it anymore.

nobodys-soldier

“Charlie. Short for Charlotte.”

Is this guy having a mental breakdown? Is this becoming a regular occurrence for her? Charlie fidgets with her pronoun pin and tries to figure out what to do.

“What’s your name?”

”Cypher.” He mumbled. “Good to meet you.” He remembered to continue the conversation and be at least a little bit polite to the new person.

“Do you need something..?” He asked hesitantly. Few people stuck around him this long unless they wanted something from him.

nobodys-soldier

“N-No. Not really.”

God, does this remind her of meeting him. She can’t walk away now.

“Do you, um- mind if I sit there?”

Great. Sit surrounded by bones in the murder clearing, next to the guy with a knife. This can only end poorly. It’s so stupid, it only makes her more nostalgic.

“Not at all.” He said plainly, keeping his head down so as not to bother her at all by watching. He knew he had a tendency to stare at least a bit.

He ran a finger down his knife, resting its sharpness. As always, it was a perfect edge. The Slaughter advantages were still present, he supposed.

He tangled a hand in his multicoloured hair os he could comfortably lean his head against his palm with his elbow rested against his knee.

“So. What’re you doing out in the woods?” He asked conversationally.

nobodys-soldier

Charlie sits as far away from Cypher as she possibly can, almost to the point of falling off the log- which is ironic, considering she was the one who asked to sit here. Does he really just have a knife?

“Looking back over some memories, I guess.”

She’s going to get murdered she’s going to get murdered she’s going to get-

“Um- and you?”

It wasn’t very promising that the knife was crusted in places with a suspiciously red substance. But it’s was probably just rust. Wasn’t it?

he grabbed the blade by the hilt, resting its weight in his hand. He looked up at Charlie as though he could sense her fear. Something malicious glinted in his eyes for a second - the Slaughter shining through greedily - and he raised the blade a bit-

he stabbed it right into the dirt in a sort of show of harmlessness. A bone crunched in the soil.

“Relaxing.” He answered simply.

nobodys-soldier

He could hurt her. He wants to hurt her. For some reason, the certainty of it dispels all the panic. A strange calm takes Charlie. It tastes a lot like gasoline.

“Weird place to relax.”

Where did all her fear go?

he shrugged. He understood how it might seem odd, of course, but it helped him remember everything he had done to every innocent person who dared to get a little too close.

“Weird place to reminisce.” He countered almost playfully.

nobodys-soldier

“Usher sends you weird places.”

She picks up a stick and starts snapping the twig into smaller pieces, tossing them onto the ground.

“Fair.” He watches her actions, finding himself almost mesmerized by the simple act of destruction. It seemed satisfying, so he wrenched his knife from the soil.

wiping down his blade, he grabbed a thin twig nearby, then started cutting it so he could achieve even smaller pieces.

nobodys-soldier

Her lips twitch into the beginning of a smile. Somebody walking around with purple heart-shaped sunglasses doesn’t have zero whimsy in them.

“…Are you making this a competition?”

Either way, Charlie starts snapping her sticks shorter.

”No. ‘course not.” He huffed, rolling his eyes, but the second he noticed her challenging him, his eyes narrowed but with a grin on his lips and he cut the twigs smaller.

“But I’m not gonna back down from one.” He grumbled, working intently. “And I’m not gonna lose.”

nobodys-soldier

“We’ll see about that...” She mumbles, trailing off as she works her hardest to more effectively decimate the stick. Charlie’s not generally assertive in the least, but she is one competitive motherfucker.

He drew his serrated knife over and over against the twigs, a smile on his face. He tore them again with the blade, but eventually he just didn’t have the precision to cause more destruction and gave up with a huff, stabbing the blade back into the ground.

“damn.”

nobodys-soldier

“Ha!” She sounds more floating than Charlie means to. She always had a gift for breaking things.

“…So, which one are you? Which fear?” The weird bonding activity makes Charlie feel more confident, a little less nervous. What the hell? He’s clearly an avatar. Her world clearly consists almost primarily of avatars. Why keep ignoring it?

He gave her a playful glare when she won, rolling his eyes.

“Slaughter…?” He tried with a shrug. “Not really. Not anymore. It doesn’t like that I feel guilty for what I’ve done.” He looked to the side. “This is my clearing. My victims.” He mumbled.

he didn’t say anything else, but he looked up and tilted his head for a brief second, obviously wondering what Avatar she was.

nobodys-soldier

"Oh! I, uh- I'm not an avatar. Not- not anymore." The guilt wasn't enough to beat the Corruption out, not as long as she gave it what it wanted, in the end. But the hive couldn't take the flame.

Blitz said the Desolation was eyeing her. Marc said it was only a matter of time. But they've gotta be wrong. There's no way she could go back there.

”Oh. I woulda sworn you’re Desolation.” He grinned a bit, shrugging. He seemed to be joking, but half serious. They seemed destructive and yet bright and energetic like the fires the Desolation was represented by.

He sighed and picked up handfuls of torn-up twigs, feeling their texture in a sort of manner of fidgeting.

nobodys-soldier

“That’s what everyone seems to be saying.” Charlie grumbles to herself, not realizing that she’s nowhere near quiet enough of a whisperer to keep the comment from Cypher.

“I’m just me. Normal and human.”

And an ex-serial killer. That too.

He nodded respectfully, deciding not to press further. He hardly knew this person anyways, so it was better not to try to get into deep conversation. Or so he thought, anyways.

“I wish I could be you.” He laughed, though, for obvious reasons, he wasn’t really joking. He was only out here to remember what he did under the influence of the Slaughter, trying to remember his victims.

nobodys-soldier

“Heh. Wanna trade?”

He doesn’t. He really, really doesn’t. If he knew who she was, what she’d done, what she’d been through, he’d want nothing to do with her cracked and blackened life. But this is his murder clearing, not hers. Maybe they both have their issues.

“Ughh, yes.” He groaned over dramatically, grinning despite his theatrics. Of course, despite his dramatic display, he would willingly trade lives with this random person who wasn’t quite a stranger anymore.

Cypher had killed far, far too many people. There were hundreds buried under their feet.

nobodys-soldier

She giggles. “Now we just have to figure out how to recreate Freaky Friday. Get you a wig or something. Pretend to be mother and daughter.”

Charlie seems like she’s joking, but then again, it’s hard to tell. She doesn’t seem like the most intelligent of people.

He laughs brightly, head tilted back slightly. “You’re insane. I’m in.” He joked back with her, leaning back on his hands, watching the stars. Night was falling, slowly, and he always loved watching the stars from out here. They were pristine and untouched by humans.

It was really a lovely place, besides the bones poking through the moss and fly agaric mushrooms.

nobodys-soldier

“We just gotta find…” Crap. How did they do it again? Something about fortune cookies, maybe?

“…I don’t think I’ve seen that movie before, actually.”

He grinned. “Yeah, me neither. We could just do what the Circus does and like… i dunno. Get ourselves skinned?” He giggles. “No idea how that works, either.”

he sighed and shuffled back so he could lean up against a tree comfortably, knees pulled loosely to his chest.

nobodys-soldier

Charlie’s never heard of a capital-C Circus, either. Pretty ignorant, this girl is, for someone who nearly pulled off a fear ritual.

“That sounds icky. Let’s not do that.”

He huffed in amusement. “Yeah, not my best idea.” He admitted playfully.

he couldn’t manage to catch on to the fact that she’d never heard of the Circus, or, likely by consequence, the Stranger, so he fell back into silence.

nobodys-soldier

Charlie’s not the kind of person who can stand silence. Maybe once, a long time ago, but she left that old self behind. Her foot taps against the forest floor, thought she stops that right away when she accidentally snaps one of the bones littering it. Right. Murder clearing.

“So how’d you meet the Slaughter, anyway?”

”killed my dad. Then it took over, and then it was my friend, then my boyfriend, and… well, you get it.” He grumbled. Inside, he felt strong remorse. He missed his lover and his friends.

he couldn’t show that, though. He was supposed to be a Slaughterer, no matter how weak his link to it was nowadays.

nobodys-soldier

“Oh.” Right. There’s that fear again. It’s easy to hang out in a field full of remnants when you let yourself forget what they are remnants of. Past sins. Crimes. More than that, people, human beings whose potential was cut short. Each of those bones used to be a living person.

Does Charlie really have it in her to be disturbed by murder anymore?

“I’m sorry. It’s always sucky when a Fear gets in your head.”

Yep. Totally not-avatar thing to say.

he just nodded, appreciating the fact that she just seemed to understand rather than becoming either disgusted or terrified. Or both. He’s had people develop both feelings towards him when he told them what he’s done.

he supposed it was almost a strange relief that she didn’t run, even though this was supposed to be his alone time.

”were you ever… associated with one of them?” He asked calmly.

nobodys-soldier

“I- no. No, never.” She’s a pretty shit liar. Charlie doesn’t expect him to judge her, necessarily, it’s just…not a time she likes to remember existed. Even though that means ignoring the first twenty-three years of her life.

She rubs the back of her neck. It’d be unfair to Cypher to start lying now. And it’s not exactly like he’ll turn her in to the police. “…A while ago. But not anymore.”

Cypher nods in an understanding fashion. His expression is blank, though not in any condemning sort of way. More just neutral. It was a topic he was very familiar with, and therefore didn't pay much mind to. Everyone he ran into nowadays seemed to have some affiliation with the Fears, anyways. "How'd you get out? Did it hurt? I... I'm worried the same's happening to me." He sighed, clenching his fist in a handful of moss. "Others say I'm just loosening my connection, that its impossible to disconnect with your Entity, but I think the Slaughter's letting me go."

nobodys-soldier

“Fear doesn’t let you go.” She responds automatically, although that isn’t necessarily true. Charlie twists a blade of grass in her fingers. “You just- you die, or you burn it out of you.”

The answer to his second question goes unspoken. She isn’t covered head to toe in those ugly scars for nothing. It had hurt.

”ah.” He mumbled, almost certain he was dealing with a Desolation Avatar. Or, at least, an ex-Desolation Avatar.

Like he could hear her thoughts, he looked down at her scars, his gaze intent on her arms and the backs of her hands where he could see the marks best.

“Interesting.” He mumbled absentmindedly. He didn’t mind the scars. He was covered in them, though the only visible ones were beautifully healed, at least. One as a scrape from his cheek to his collarbone, and one on the opposite side of his face, stretching from the outer corner of his eye and down his lips.

hers seemed more erratic, but it wasn’t bad in his mind.

nobodys-soldier

“Not really. But useful, heh.” There’s always creeping, crawling things to get rid of. Always things that cling when it’s their time to go. Charlie gets rid of them the only way she knows how.

“I don’t think that would solve your problem, though. Less…goop.”

"I think my only reasonable way out, at this point, would be to just burn it all." He chuckled with amusement. "So in a way, yeah, it would actually solve my problem." He shrugged, hugging his knees loosely to his chest. He absentmindedly kicked some moss out of the dirt with the heel of his black boot before curling up again. "And anyways, I'd say its interesting. And useful."

nobodys-soldier

"Don't think you could burn anything to get the Slaughter out but yourself. Doesn't have a physical manifestation in the same way. And I don't think sudden pain would do a lot to get rid of sudden violence."

Charlie won't admit how many nights she's spent staring at her ceiling, calculating a way to escape each fear. It would be easier if she were smarter, if she knew anything about them. She'll have to make due with what she has.

Sydney would've been much better at it all, wouldn't she?

Her skin itches. Charlie pulls out a lighter and begins fidgeting with it. She keeps far too many on her. Just in case.

”Yeah…” he sighed. “I guess I am really stuck with it. Traces of it, at least.” Cypher gave her a subtle little smile, though it was mostly an attempt to clear the tense atmosphere.

His eyes shift to the lighter the second she pulls it out. The flick of the flame each time it ignites catches his attention. It seems so warm. So…

Satisfying.

He snapped himself out of it, looking away. Instead he listened to the sound of the clicking of the ignition. He cleared his throat. “So. Do you walk in these woods often? I always thought I was alone out here.”

nobodys-soldier

"No, just...looking for an old friend, sort of?"

That makes it sound like they knew each other long, or like he's still alive. Neither is particularly the truth. Someone Marc knew compared her to his hospice nurse, the same someone who took a shovel through his head. Charlie can't shake the haunting impression that he was right.

"I found him here. Felt like he belonged to these places, y'know?"

Not in a good way. The Hunt had swallowed Marc Robertson whole. It was terrifying to witness. The only thing stronger than her fear of him had been Charlie's pity.

“Hmm.” He hummed in a sort of agreement, nodding along. He felt like there was definitely more to this story that he was missing, but he didn’t want to press. Not not.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the moss below, running his hands through it, feeling the bumps and imperfections caused by the bones it buried. He carefully avoided disturbing any of the mushrooms that thrives off of the decay.

”How so?” He asked, his curiosity of this connection winning over his need for silence. “Not that you have to answer, of course. Only if you’re comfortable.” He said quickly.

nobodys-soldier

"Well- I- I mean-" She sighs, kicking over a small clump of moss by her foot. She was never the gentle one. That was alway's Sydney's job. Her honeytrap.

"I don't know." Charlie admits with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. Maybe some part of her thought she'd find him out here again, bleeding on the foliage like last time. She's accepted that he's gone. It scares Charlie so bad that she's trying to undo it.

Maybe in some way, she had found a part of him here, in the form of this man hovering a razor's edge between violence and regret. Some days, it feels like that's all her friend had really known.

"He's dead."

That feels like a necessary piece of context.

”Ah.” Cypher mumbled, his voice a mix between understanding and mild shock.

That made a little more sense. Maybe he could piece together a little bit more of her story with that information. Of course, it was just one piece of the whole picture.

his hand settled on the hilt of his blade, rubbing his thumb over the small scratches in the black material. He remembered most of the people buried under the soil, and he certainly remembered the looks on their faces when he drew the blade he was holding now.

he felt sickened by the way it still gave him a bit of a thrill to think about it.

#oc: cypher #the convalescent #tma rp

Yo @child-of-the-vast

where are the clouds???? Hmmmm?????

child-of-the-vast

I eated them

????

h o w ???????

it’s like. Condensation???

i think

child-of-the-vast

Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to bud

…

Y’know what. Sure. Whatever.

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