Bow before the hunter high, child fed on flesh divine

Son of beast, but not child of weaver. A hunger gnawing ever deeper.

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

in the deepest, darkest place, our sweet salvation dawned. but forth with her came, from eggsack same, her mother's other spawn. with weaver venom flowing strong, but serpent's will and ivory hide. his weaver down, it could not mask the highter blood inside. the child plotted, sketched and built. proved himself his father's kin. all his asking is in vain: a son can't bear a daughter's sin. he is son of sister ours, and that i plainly see. but with no silk to bind or strike, a weaver he cant be. -khava of the weavers

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tagging guide:

/pale and sharp as i must be\ = posts where guile is in character

/the cloaked ones call the silver one answers\ = answering asks

/a voice returned a weight lifted\ = ???

voices speaking now:

the silver bastard = "classic guile". has been the only voice for far too long, blames himself for everything that has befell him. quick to strike and quicker to slay. speaks in default black text.

the shell tailor = one of the first voices, first splitting when herrah first went to sleep. Never co-consciouses, never co-fronts. Just shows up when the other voices need some uninterrupted downtime to hunt and bathe. Speaks in corrupted blue text.

the golden fanged smile = the "flirty" voice. generally considered obnoxious by the other voices. responsible for atleast half of guile's problems. speaks in pink cursive

fun trivia!

yes, guile is in fact hornet's full sibling. he thinks hornet is dead :(

he started a cult once. unintentionally. Shell was fronting at the time. they're chill, don't worry.

his favorite color is navy blue.

his favorite way to cook anything is soup

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

it is PRIDE!

we are going to be SO PAN that homophobes EXPLODE

And then we eat their guts!

NOBODY CAN STOP US!

Hahahaha

*tired sigh*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

I have been doing the having this strange feeling of very very bad since I saw friend tsae’s house burnt down… I feel… very very angry.

dang sucks to suck I guess

Whu—

RAGE?!

[the-flickering-wanderer]

IM BACK I GOT THE WATER

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Alas, it seems too little, too late. The once proud cottage was a delict state not, blackened and soot stained against the verdant green of Mytophia's beloved Moss Grotto. But a dead flame was usually a good thing, wasn't it? Of course, it was coupled with an uneasy silence, each step of claw coupled with the slight crunch of ash underfoot, drifting from the seared ceilings and rafters. Alas, there was no friendly hostess either to greet travelers and visitors alike.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

kind firefly? Silver’s friend, where are you?

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Nothing.*

*Absolutely nothing.*

*While perhaps a cheery, exasperated yet fond voice might call greetings here, or scoldings there, a nest mother in her own right, all there was met with was silence.*

*Stained glass shards sat in discarded sparkles along the most path, smoke lazily pluming upward. And yet, no firefly. No house of carefully maintained domestic chaos.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

children? Little ones? Is anybody there?

[the-flickering-wanderer]

IM BACK I GOT THE WATER

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Alas, it seems too little, too late. The once proud cottage was a delict state not, blackened and soot stained against the verdant green of Mytophia's beloved Moss Grotto. But a dead flame was usually a good thing, wasn't it? Of course, it was coupled with an uneasy silence, each step of claw coupled with the slight crunch of ash underfoot, drifting from the seared ceilings and rafters. Alas, there was no friendly hostess either to greet travelers and visitors alike.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

kind firefly? Silver’s friend, where are you?

[phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ]

Grand Mother Silk sucks.

[first-runespinner]

This is fact.

[the-weaver-apate]

Even ¡ agree with that noti0n.

[child-of-weaver-and-wyrm]

Yup.

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

S̵̩̼̈́̀͐̈́̏̑̎̓͛́h̸͓̿̔́e̶͍̺̮͔̣̣͔̫̻͙͕͋̇̾͒͗͆̚͝ͅ ̶̧̛̰̫̙̖͚̜͔͖̙̤̫͚̈́̇̑̐̿̿́̑̔̀̀̚͝i̵̝̦̥̥̦̭̰͔̦̯͖̓͊͊̿̃͜͠ͅͅs̷͔̳͕̣͍͕̖̞̰̣̜͙͕͕̈́̇̈́̈́͗̀̑́͊̇̓ ̴̡̡̧̛̠̲̖͚̱̘̪̳̰͙̇͊̈́̄͗̽̆͘̚̚͘͜ͅa̵͙̼͚̱̬̲̱̱͔̝̠͔̞̐̈́ ̷̧̨̯̮̠̹̞͇̤̞̂͐̀y̴̨͖̺̹͍̙̳͎͇͓̬̣̳̅̒̃ͅu̶͎̻͐͘c̷̞̹̩̱̞̝̺̳̲̟̰̯̹̞͇̍̕k̸̢̟̱̥͕̯͉̳̪̣̇͊̏̅̑̕͠͝ỷ̸̨̯̍̔͆̉̃͌̌͑͋̐̄͝ ̸̨̢͇̻̺̻͚̱̥̗̦̐͑͛̄̒͒̈́̍̃̔͝y̷̳͙̓́͆̈́͂̒̀̍̚ú̴̧͍̭̼͔̼̜͔̯̦̣̄c̶̨̦̮͈̳͙̬͙͍̯͐̏̈́͒͝k̵̥̮͇͚̠͛͗̎̅̀̂̎̅̓̀o̸̧̥͕̣̜̲̮̙̞͇̅̀͝͠

[the-flickering-wanderer]

mhrrmmm, what’s all the como— GOOD LORDS!

*guile proceeds to jump out the window. He is not getting into this*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Tsaersha is doing her best to fight fire with fire, and although she couldn't see what happened, she heard the shattering of more stained glass. Once more, her heart despaired at the destruction of her fresh forged window, but it would be fine. She could rebuild later. Still, there was that frustration.*

WHOEVER BROKE THAT WINDOW

Your mom's a hoe!

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

I’M GETTING WATER AND ALSO PROBABLY A WEAPON!

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Unfortunately, perhaps this was not the best of times for four little rootlets and a mothling to witness one of the neighbors suddenly collapse bleeding, and as such, the shriek of surprise and fear echoes throughout the wagon, drawing Tsaersha from down the hall, wiping her claws off on her homemade apron.*

*It takes her three seconds to register it's Guile in his own Ichor, already setting Neeko and Mio to calm the little ones as she drags Guile into a guest room. Rupert the flea howled as it too was pushed toward the little ones, but Tsaersha could not hesitate. She didn't know when he'd come in, had assumed much like Root or Holly or Arkus, he dropped by when he pleased. And now he was bleeding out, which was not good thing.*

Oh my gods, Guile....

What were you doing!?

What....

I can't.....

Uugh, just shows up getting stabbed, I guess...

But we fix things, don't we....

*Somehow, despite herself, Tsaersha had learned how to keep a cool presence when under pressure like this. Her movements were steady as she cleaned wounds and stitched holes, applied salve and wrapped bandages even as her internal monologue was losing it's mind, slipping out in hissed whispers. Guile would be okay, hopefully, although his unexpected visit was sure to scare a few years off her life.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

U̶͇̱͍̘̙̮͑͝ŗ̴̗̻̥̱͆̊ģ̴̻̼̩̞̯̟̪̗̪̇̃͗̎͐̃̒̉…̶̢̛̙̗̖̈́̉̍͘̕͝

İ̵̞͉̈́̈́̈ ̶͎̗̳͆̏̏͘ť̵̞r̶̤̻̪͝ḯ̴̛̲̤͍̩̿͛è̷͉̀̌͘d̶̡̩̓ ̷̧̛̙͔͑̔t̶̨͖̻͒͆̅ö̶͕̩͇̩͛ ̷̛̟̿̈̓ę̵͖͖͗̀̉͛͜ä̴̲́̾t̵͕̹̮̟̅̃ ̸̱̱͍̇a̵̤̪͉͋̊ ̶̻͝c̷̯̎͋͛ó̶̗̓̉r̶̪͓̒͆̈́ả̷̧̻̬̓ĺ̶̤̩̻͕ ̶̫̬͚̃̑̅̓f̴̢̙̦͙͝ȗ̴͚͍̒r̵̪͉͑m̶̮̌͂͐͘ ̴̭̖͍̉ạ̷̻̱̖͋̏n̵̡͈̞̪̄d̵̲͑͑ ̵̙͖͓̄̓͐̑ͅg̴̢̩̭̟̅̋ö̴͔́̽ẗ̴̞́̈́ͅ ̶͖̙͊͑̇a̸͎͎̔t̷̩̥̫̮̎͛̿͑t̷̝̦̖̗̑͠a̴̛̭͍͂̐c̸̲̖̅̐̐̚ǩ̷̫̪̍̂e̶̮̋͌ͅd̷̡͚͎͔̑̋̃ ̴̧̻̬̥̓͝͝b̵̝͒̇y̸̜͍̓̕ ̵̤̽̒̕̕ǎ̴̦͉̱̭͒͘ ̷̡̲̤͔̍̄̐d̸̩̻̟̄ṛ̷̥̍̏̍i̴͓̰̎̓̆͂z̴̡̛͍͔n̷̮̱̞͛̈ͅé̶̬͝t̵̺͎̏̆

O̶̘̳̕͜w̶͓̼̠̾͆̀i̸͍̘͌̕ĕ̶̢͕͔̋…̴̢̻̤̇̒ͅ

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Nooo! You are not talking until you are not bleeding! You better not move!

*Strange... When she'd initially met Guile, he hadn't talked like that, deep gutteral grunts and words she struggled to pick up. Then again, Guile had said there were other voices. She could ask later, after the crisis had been fixed, which she punctuated with wrapping another bandage around his forearm.*

Hold still! Do not make me hold you down

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

*he goes limp like a ragdoll, making pitiful noises like a sad cat*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Tsaersha feels her mandibles tick and twitch. She's unsure whether to laugh or to cry at the rather pathetic display, but it means she can better sew sutures and thus takes the opportunity to do so, picking red coral bits out with a scrunch between her rosy eyes.*

.....My goodness.... Next thing I know, you'll be halfway across Pharloom to some mythical place like Bilewater or whatever and infested with maggots!

You have to be more careful, Guile..... Can't just chase after everything with your stomach....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

:(

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Don't -

Don't look at me like that!

You know I'm right!

If you aren't careful, you'll get yourself killed, and then I'll be short a friend, and the world will be short a Guile and co....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

B̷̧̧̡̛̼̬̣̥̘̤̰̻̈́̿͊̎̌̓́̍̒͆͛͆͝͝ǘ̶̖̔̑͒͌̔̏̔̇̉t̴̡͖̰͖̹̠͂̄̍̉̽̇͒̍͛̾͒̏ ̵͖̪̘̍̓̄̅̊̚n̶̢̢͚̝̙͕͙̖͖̗̭̜͕̙̟̿̆̽̋͠ȯ̵ͅb̸̨̡̡̘̜̙̗͉̣̲̝̩͙̓̀ȯ̶̹̑͌͘d̶̳͉̩̪̳͌̔̓̂͂́̉͌̀͋̿͘ͅÿ̴̨͓͓̟͈̻̦́ ̴͔̂̀̑̋̿̋̐͐̔̏͂̕͝͝͝h̵̨̧̗̭̗̥͖͓̩̹̼̜̟̀̾̉̊́̾͋̾̈̾̊̏͜ę̶̰͇̤̋͗͒͜r̴͖͍͔̥͉͇͎͋͌ͅë̸͉̮́̌̊̄̋͊̐̎͒͗ ̵̡͑͗̉͋̂t̶͔̜̣͉̹͈͇͎͕̝̤͊̅̉̑͆̇͘̚͝ả̷̤̈́́̾̐̾͂͐̀͘͠͠k̴̙̼̖͖͆̈͐͑͐̀̽̉̒̈́̚̚͜e̸̢̱̮̝͖͉͙͓̘̭̘͒̿̃̿͜ş̶̨̛̰̣͈̣̜̬̱̯̼̄́̿̅̾͆̌͛̔̾̚͠ ̶̳͈̩̼̦͑̉͊͊̐̒̀̽̅͛͜ģ̷̯̫̦̙͓͍͈̩̲̔͜ͅe̶̪͗̈́͊̏̃ͅo̸̹̭̓̊͆̀͘,̸̨̨̯̗̮̹͚̘͙͂̔̊́͗̚ ̸̨̟̬̝̳͋͒̌̍̈́̎͋̅̍͑́ͅa̴̡̛͇̬̣͌̓̏̃̇̋̋͜ͅn̷̢͔̫̪̣̻͉̠̙̙̤͊̈́̀̒̌́̃̈́͛̂̑̅ͅd̴̳̩̠̲͈̈́̅̑̈́͊̅̃̔̿̇̐̽̕͠ ̸̨̳̲̟̮͎̻͕̲̞̣̟̥̍̈́̕s̶̻̠̲̬̜̥͇̊͋̈́̿́͛̊͂̀̇ī̸̝̺̯̟͈̹̟̝͔̣̆͑̈́̅͗̈́͌̽̇̔l̸̨̛̩̪̗̪͈͐̒͐͂̂̑̒̏̇̈́͊̏̃v̷̨̰̯̗͍͖̗̅̈́͆͊͌͋͌̓͒͛͘͜ͅe̴͙̼̼̰̲̱̪̯͓̒͆́̉͂̀͆̌ͅr̶̻͉̹͈͍͓̎̈́̆́̐̕͝ ̶̛̞̱̠̼͛̈́̄͊̿̀ï̸̢̬̺͙̰̗̟̯̉͋̋͒͛̂̚̕ͅs̶̝̥͆͜ ̵̮̙̮̫͔̦̾̋t̴͈͇̹͎͖̱͓̯̝͛̐̅̆́͑̑̈̓̓h̸̛̛̛̯̱͔̫͖̪̔͂̃̃͛́̆͌̚e̵̩̙̣͋̿̓̆͊̎͗̏̄̈́̋̈́͆ ̸̧̡̹̜͍̬̟̖̥̞̀̈́̾ͅŏ̶̢̨͓͈̱͙͔̝̗͇̜̝͊̅͋̇͊̈̚̕͜ͅͅn̸͉͖̘̗̤̩͚̲͙̭̳̫̯̅̒̆̎̓̏̿͑͌̄̕͜l̸̢͙͈͓̱̊͋͊͋̌̈́̄́̋͒y̵̨̮͖͖͇̜͈̩̦̏̆̂̒̔̾́̂̒̈́̏̔ ̴̖͔̠̫̙͔̮̖̞̀̚͜ͅõ̴͎̥̜̜͕̜̬͔̟̜͋́̃̌̓̋̚͝n̸̡̡̨̡͓͚̭̘̳̓͒͆e̴͓̟̦̭̼̣̭̼̮̝͍͈͚̘̩̊͗ ̶̳̼̙͎̮̠̘̫̱̮͎̈́̅͋͋̈͗̒̑̂̚͜w̸̡̟̱̳͉͇̱̞̤̆̀̃̽̎́̀́̓́͜͠͝͝h̸͕̍̒̊̃̀͊̉̃̊̀͆͝͝͝ơ̶̘̦̺̘̺͍͗̋̓́̈̏͑́̔̓̀͝ͅ ̷̧̬̮͔̼̗͇̻̀̃͛́̊̏̉̇̋̏̐̃́̚͘k̵̻͓̙̠̬̱̫͕̃͋͑̅̈́n̴̲̼̝̩̬̼̗̻̞̖̘̮̚o̶̠͖͚͇̓͌̒́͑̽͂̀w̵̝̠̻̋̽̇s̸̢̢͚͚͍̭̫̬͕̤̩̒̃͝ ̶̧̡̞̽͑̍̋͒̍̔̿̓͠ḩ̸̛̈́͊̎́̈́̆͊̇́̄́̿̕͠ǫ̷̰̣̗͚̠̿̈́̐͗̽̔̓̎̎͗́̋̈́̆͜w̷̧̨̢̼̦̩̖̹͇̲̱̗͓͚͕̒ ̴̧̙̓̑͆̉͗̀͂͂͑̒͗͛ŕ̶͔͔̱̹̦̺̐o̵̡͓̣̲̰̠̤͎͉̩̤̩̩͌ş̴̡͔̝̱̰̺̥̑̎̍͌̒̆͊̇̔̽̋ą̷̢̧͕̲͕̼̲̰͔̥͉͕̑̐̊͋̆̑͂̎͜͝͝r̵̙̻̯̥̟̣̰̟̦̙̓̒͑̎̿̓͒̈́͆̅ȉ̸͙͚̭̩͚͎̥̜̪͉̮̥͈̈́é̵͙͖̰̦̳͋̿̿̀͑́̈́͋̕̚̕̕͠ş̸͉͓̱̞̳͓̣̝̩̖͚̺͊͒̔̕͝ͅ ̵̟͈̭͚͛̄̀͋̉̔́̓̍w̴̢̮̜͖̞̖̓͌͋̔̃̈́ǒ̶̧̼̮͙͔̺̺͙̠͕̖̥̠͕̙̋̆̈́͆́͗̌͘ŗ̵͉̼̥̝̈̅͌͐̋̐̐̎̔͘̚͝k̸͓͎̅̽ ̸͉̝̪͔̓̍̀͂̇̂̒̂͛

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Tsaersha held her tongue. She could barely make out the growling, but oh she tried. Something about geo and rosaries, something about money. And oh she hated the topic of money.*

Well.... I personally use a barter system when possible... That's a bit more tit-for-tat than rushing about.....

But if you need help with rosaries, I might be able to assist. I'm not the best with numbers, though....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

A̸̧̫͍̩̦̟͗̅̆̎̽̄ĺ̸̬͉͎̐̍̎̌̕s̶̢̲͍̱̜̳̹̼͊̆̈͝͝͝ö̶̧͓̳̙̯̠͓̱̫̹͍̠̟̺́̈̈ͅ,̴̠̦̫̥͊̈́͛̈́̍̀̊̇̕͜͜͝͝͝ ̵̣͈̔̉̉̊̃̄̌̉̑̋̀̚t̶̡̙͍͙̩̦̠͓͒̄̑̍̄͆͛̚̚̚̕͠h̵̰̏̾͝ȇ̸̻̣̉͜ ̵̡̤͈̞̹͕̭̾͂̔͛͝m̴̧̛̱̲̹̳̙̌̄̿̎́̌͋͗̊̾̕̕a̸̧̰̣̝͍͔͕̩̦͇̝̝͍̹̾ͅr̷̫̯͐̈̄̋̕k̷̛̳͓͈̳̣̙̬̫̰͉̬͗̈̽̾̄͂̋̔ͅȩ̵̗̫̩̮̐̈̋̾͆̄̈́̄̿̾̉̚ͅţ̷̢̛̥̲̗̤̞̥̥̗͔̱̀͂̃ ̸̨͎͉͖̪̩͕̲̼̲͎͆̐̒ͅb̷̙͙̠̮̳̲͉̯̼̬̱̱̬̳͐̈́̀̒̓͑̈́̍̓͝͝ũ̵̡͔̗̹͇̼̹͝g̴͇͚͓̟̫̻͐s̴̺̮̠̱͎̐̆̂̅͂͝ ̶͎̫̝͖̦͙̌ͅḩ̴̧̡͚̗͓͈̜̇̐̀̽͜ì̸̠͚͇̱͇̺̜̔̇̑̉͝͝ẗ̷̟̞͎̩͚̜̪̦̰́͋̈͆͑̓͘͜ ̷̡͔͖̮̦̪͍͔̐m̸̢̻͚̿͂́̽̚e̶͎̟̓͑̎̀̏̈́̀̽͆̔͝͝ ̴̦͇̜̼̠͓̖̪̯̲̩̱̖̓̈͗̐͑́͐̈́͘̕͝͠ͅw̴̧͙͕̯̣̟̬̤̤͓͇͋̌̈͛į̴̧̛͍̳̟̩̹̤̀̌̅̑͋̐͒̎͊̂͝͝͝ͅt̵̹̠̞̜͓͆̓͒̇̚͜h̴̝́̐̈́͌̓̆ͅ ̴̜̽̈́̏́̊̂̒̎͊̚ͅb̵͎͇̙̦͎̦̓̃̔̃̏͗̌͂͒͘͘r̷͚͔̙̪̘̬͎̘̻̬̆o̵̱̗͚̘̘̖̻͙̲̼̗̙̠̣̽͐̏̏͋͐̋o̶̡̰̫͇̬̝̩͈̊̐͑̚̕m̵̱̞͖̼̞̖̫̩̈̌͛̿̀̆̒̂̒̊ͅs̵͍̠͚̣̻̝̣̻͛̑̇̇̀̇̏́̎̈́͘͝

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Don't say it, Tsaersha. Don't say it, Tsaersha. Don't say it, Tsaersha. Don't say it, Tsaersha. It's rude, don't say it. You can't say you're not surprised, don't say it.*

*She holds her tongue, swallowing back a laugh because her other option is scolding or neutrality, and neither were good. Condolences. That was a good path.*

Well.... Uh... Market vendors can be picky.... I'm sure they had a reason...?

I'm sorry they hit you with a broom, that's not nice....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

:(

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Unfortunately, perhaps this was not the best of times for four little rootlets and a mothling to witness one of the neighbors suddenly collapse bleeding, and as such, the shriek of surprise and fear echoes throughout the wagon, drawing Tsaersha from down the hall, wiping her claws off on her homemade apron.*

*It takes her three seconds to register it's Guile in his own Ichor, already setting Neeko and Mio to calm the little ones as she drags Guile into a guest room. Rupert the flea howled as it too was pushed toward the little ones, but Tsaersha could not hesitate. She didn't know when he'd come in, had assumed much like Root or Holly or Arkus, he dropped by when he pleased. And now he was bleeding out, which was not good thing.*

Oh my gods, Guile....

What were you doing!?

What....

I can't.....

Uugh, just shows up getting stabbed, I guess...

But we fix things, don't we....

*Somehow, despite herself, Tsaersha had learned how to keep a cool presence when under pressure like this. Her movements were steady as she cleaned wounds and stitched holes, applied salve and wrapped bandages even as her internal monologue was losing it's mind, slipping out in hissed whispers. Guile would be okay, hopefully, although his unexpected visit was sure to scare a few years off her life.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

U̶͇̱͍̘̙̮͑͝ŗ̴̗̻̥̱͆̊ģ̴̻̼̩̞̯̟̪̗̪̇̃͗̎͐̃̒̉…̶̢̛̙̗̖̈́̉̍͘̕͝

İ̵̞͉̈́̈́̈ ̶͎̗̳͆̏̏͘ť̵̞r̶̤̻̪͝ḯ̴̛̲̤͍̩̿͛è̷͉̀̌͘d̶̡̩̓ ̷̧̛̙͔͑̔t̶̨͖̻͒͆̅ö̶͕̩͇̩͛ ̷̛̟̿̈̓ę̵͖͖͗̀̉͛͜ä̴̲́̾t̵͕̹̮̟̅̃ ̸̱̱͍̇a̵̤̪͉͋̊ ̶̻͝c̷̯̎͋͛ó̶̗̓̉r̶̪͓̒͆̈́ả̷̧̻̬̓ĺ̶̤̩̻͕ ̶̫̬͚̃̑̅̓f̴̢̙̦͙͝ȗ̴͚͍̒r̵̪͉͑m̶̮̌͂͐͘ ̴̭̖͍̉ạ̷̻̱̖͋̏n̵̡͈̞̪̄d̵̲͑͑ ̵̙͖͓̄̓͐̑ͅg̴̢̩̭̟̅̋ö̴͔́̽ẗ̴̞́̈́ͅ ̶͖̙͊͑̇a̸͎͎̔t̷̩̥̫̮̎͛̿͑t̷̝̦̖̗̑͠a̴̛̭͍͂̐c̸̲̖̅̐̐̚ǩ̷̫̪̍̂e̶̮̋͌ͅd̷̡͚͎͔̑̋̃ ̴̧̻̬̥̓͝͝b̵̝͒̇y̸̜͍̓̕ ̵̤̽̒̕̕ǎ̴̦͉̱̭͒͘ ̷̡̲̤͔̍̄̐d̸̩̻̟̄ṛ̷̥̍̏̍i̴͓̰̎̓̆͂z̴̡̛͍͔n̷̮̱̞͛̈ͅé̶̬͝t̵̺͎̏̆

O̶̘̳̕͜w̶͓̼̠̾͆̀i̸͍̘͌̕ĕ̶̢͕͔̋…̴̢̻̤̇̒ͅ

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Nooo! You are not talking until you are not bleeding! You better not move!

*Strange... When she'd initially met Guile, he hadn't talked like that, deep gutteral grunts and words she struggled to pick up. Then again, Guile had said there were other voices. She could ask later, after the crisis had been fixed, which she punctuated with wrapping another bandage around his forearm.*

Hold still! Do not make me hold you down

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

*he goes limp like a ragdoll, making pitiful noises like a sad cat*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Tsaersha feels her mandibles tick and twitch. She's unsure whether to laugh or to cry at the rather pathetic display, but it means she can better sew sutures and thus takes the opportunity to do so, picking red coral bits out with a scrunch between her rosy eyes.*

.....My goodness.... Next thing I know, you'll be halfway across Pharloom to some mythical place like Bilewater or whatever and infested with maggots!

You have to be more careful, Guile..... Can't just chase after everything with your stomach....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

:(

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Don't -

Don't look at me like that!

You know I'm right!

If you aren't careful, you'll get yourself killed, and then I'll be short a friend, and the world will be short a Guile and co....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

B̷̧̧̡̛̼̬̣̥̘̤̰̻̈́̿͊̎̌̓́̍̒͆͛͆͝͝ǘ̶̖̔̑͒͌̔̏̔̇̉t̴̡͖̰͖̹̠͂̄̍̉̽̇͒̍͛̾͒̏ ̵͖̪̘̍̓̄̅̊̚n̶̢̢͚̝̙͕͙̖͖̗̭̜͕̙̟̿̆̽̋͠ȯ̵ͅb̸̨̡̡̘̜̙̗͉̣̲̝̩͙̓̀ȯ̶̹̑͌͘d̶̳͉̩̪̳͌̔̓̂͂́̉͌̀͋̿͘ͅÿ̴̨͓͓̟͈̻̦́ ̴͔̂̀̑̋̿̋̐͐̔̏͂̕͝͝͝h̵̨̧̗̭̗̥͖͓̩̹̼̜̟̀̾̉̊́̾͋̾̈̾̊̏͜ę̶̰͇̤̋͗͒͜r̴͖͍͔̥͉͇͎͋͌ͅë̸͉̮́̌̊̄̋͊̐̎͒͗ ̵̡͑͗̉͋̂t̶͔̜̣͉̹͈͇͎͕̝̤͊̅̉̑͆̇͘̚͝ả̷̤̈́́̾̐̾͂͐̀͘͠͠k̴̙̼̖͖͆̈͐͑͐̀̽̉̒̈́̚̚͜e̸̢̱̮̝͖͉͙͓̘̭̘͒̿̃̿͜ş̶̨̛̰̣͈̣̜̬̱̯̼̄́̿̅̾͆̌͛̔̾̚͠ ̶̳͈̩̼̦͑̉͊͊̐̒̀̽̅͛͜ģ̷̯̫̦̙͓͍͈̩̲̔͜ͅe̶̪͗̈́͊̏̃ͅo̸̹̭̓̊͆̀͘,̸̨̨̯̗̮̹͚̘͙͂̔̊́͗̚ ̸̨̟̬̝̳͋͒̌̍̈́̎͋̅̍͑́ͅa̴̡̛͇̬̣͌̓̏̃̇̋̋͜ͅn̷̢͔̫̪̣̻͉̠̙̙̤͊̈́̀̒̌́̃̈́͛̂̑̅ͅd̴̳̩̠̲͈̈́̅̑̈́͊̅̃̔̿̇̐̽̕͠ ̸̨̳̲̟̮͎̻͕̲̞̣̟̥̍̈́̕s̶̻̠̲̬̜̥͇̊͋̈́̿́͛̊͂̀̇ī̸̝̺̯̟͈̹̟̝͔̣̆͑̈́̅͗̈́͌̽̇̔l̸̨̛̩̪̗̪͈͐̒͐͂̂̑̒̏̇̈́͊̏̃v̷̨̰̯̗͍͖̗̅̈́͆͊͌͋͌̓͒͛͘͜ͅe̴͙̼̼̰̲̱̪̯͓̒͆́̉͂̀͆̌ͅr̶̻͉̹͈͍͓̎̈́̆́̐̕͝ ̶̛̞̱̠̼͛̈́̄͊̿̀ï̸̢̬̺͙̰̗̟̯̉͋̋͒͛̂̚̕ͅs̶̝̥͆͜ ̵̮̙̮̫͔̦̾̋t̴͈͇̹͎͖̱͓̯̝͛̐̅̆́͑̑̈̓̓h̸̛̛̛̯̱͔̫͖̪̔͂̃̃͛́̆͌̚e̵̩̙̣͋̿̓̆͊̎͗̏̄̈́̋̈́͆ ̸̧̡̹̜͍̬̟̖̥̞̀̈́̾ͅŏ̶̢̨͓͈̱͙͔̝̗͇̜̝͊̅͋̇͊̈̚̕͜ͅͅn̸͉͖̘̗̤̩͚̲͙̭̳̫̯̅̒̆̎̓̏̿͑͌̄̕͜l̸̢͙͈͓̱̊͋͊͋̌̈́̄́̋͒y̵̨̮͖͖͇̜͈̩̦̏̆̂̒̔̾́̂̒̈́̏̔ ̴̖͔̠̫̙͔̮̖̞̀̚͜ͅõ̴͎̥̜̜͕̜̬͔̟̜͋́̃̌̓̋̚͝n̸̡̡̨̡͓͚̭̘̳̓͒͆e̴͓̟̦̭̼̣̭̼̮̝͍͈͚̘̩̊͗ ̶̳̼̙͎̮̠̘̫̱̮͎̈́̅͋͋̈͗̒̑̂̚͜w̸̡̟̱̳͉͇̱̞̤̆̀̃̽̎́̀́̓́͜͠͝͝h̸͕̍̒̊̃̀͊̉̃̊̀͆͝͝͝ơ̶̘̦̺̘̺͍͗̋̓́̈̏͑́̔̓̀͝ͅ ̷̧̬̮͔̼̗͇̻̀̃͛́̊̏̉̇̋̏̐̃́̚͘k̵̻͓̙̠̬̱̫͕̃͋͑̅̈́n̴̲̼̝̩̬̼̗̻̞̖̘̮̚o̶̠͖͚͇̓͌̒́͑̽͂̀w̵̝̠̻̋̽̇s̸̢̢͚͚͍̭̫̬͕̤̩̒̃͝ ̶̧̡̞̽͑̍̋͒̍̔̿̓͠ḩ̸̛̈́͊̎́̈́̆͊̇́̄́̿̕͠ǫ̷̰̣̗͚̠̿̈́̐͗̽̔̓̎̎͗́̋̈́̆͜w̷̧̨̢̼̦̩̖̹͇̲̱̗͓͚͕̒ ̴̧̙̓̑͆̉͗̀͂͂͑̒͗͛ŕ̶͔͔̱̹̦̺̐o̵̡͓̣̲̰̠̤͎͉̩̤̩̩͌ş̴̡͔̝̱̰̺̥̑̎̍͌̒̆͊̇̔̽̋ą̷̢̧͕̲͕̼̲̰͔̥͉͕̑̐̊͋̆̑͂̎͜͝͝r̵̙̻̯̥̟̣̰̟̦̙̓̒͑̎̿̓͒̈́͆̅ȉ̸͙͚̭̩͚͎̥̜̪͉̮̥͈̈́é̵͙͖̰̦̳͋̿̿̀͑́̈́͋̕̚̕̕͠ş̸͉͓̱̞̳͓̣̝̩̖͚̺͊͒̔̕͝ͅ ̵̟͈̭͚͛̄̀͋̉̔́̓̍w̴̢̮̜͖̞̖̓͌͋̔̃̈́ǒ̶̧̼̮͙͔̺̺͙̠͕̖̥̠͕̙̋̆̈́͆́͗̌͘ŗ̵͉̼̥̝̈̅͌͐̋̐̐̎̔͘̚͝k̸͓͎̅̽ ̸͉̝̪͔̓̍̀͂̇̂̒̂͛

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Tsaersha held her tongue. She could barely make out the growling, but oh she tried. Something about geo and rosaries, something about money. And oh she hated the topic of money.*

Well.... I personally use a barter system when possible... That's a bit more tit-for-tat than rushing about.....

But if you need help with rosaries, I might be able to assist. I'm not the best with numbers, though....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

A̸̧̫͍̩̦̟͗̅̆̎̽̄ĺ̸̬͉͎̐̍̎̌̕s̶̢̲͍̱̜̳̹̼͊̆̈͝͝͝ö̶̧͓̳̙̯̠͓̱̫̹͍̠̟̺́̈̈ͅ,̴̠̦̫̥͊̈́͛̈́̍̀̊̇̕͜͜͝͝͝ ̵̣͈̔̉̉̊̃̄̌̉̑̋̀̚t̶̡̙͍͙̩̦̠͓͒̄̑̍̄͆͛̚̚̚̕͠h̵̰̏̾͝ȇ̸̻̣̉͜ ̵̡̤͈̞̹͕̭̾͂̔͛͝m̴̧̛̱̲̹̳̙̌̄̿̎́̌͋͗̊̾̕̕a̸̧̰̣̝͍͔͕̩̦͇̝̝͍̹̾ͅr̷̫̯͐̈̄̋̕k̷̛̳͓͈̳̣̙̬̫̰͉̬͗̈̽̾̄͂̋̔ͅȩ̵̗̫̩̮̐̈̋̾͆̄̈́̄̿̾̉̚ͅţ̷̢̛̥̲̗̤̞̥̥̗͔̱̀͂̃ ̸̨͎͉͖̪̩͕̲̼̲͎͆̐̒ͅb̷̙͙̠̮̳̲͉̯̼̬̱̱̬̳͐̈́̀̒̓͑̈́̍̓͝͝ũ̵̡͔̗̹͇̼̹͝g̴͇͚͓̟̫̻͐s̴̺̮̠̱͎̐̆̂̅͂͝ ̶͎̫̝͖̦͙̌ͅḩ̴̧̡͚̗͓͈̜̇̐̀̽͜ì̸̠͚͇̱͇̺̜̔̇̑̉͝͝ẗ̷̟̞͎̩͚̜̪̦̰́͋̈͆͑̓͘͜ ̷̡͔͖̮̦̪͍͔̐m̸̢̻͚̿͂́̽̚e̶͎̟̓͑̎̀̏̈́̀̽͆̔͝͝ ̴̦͇̜̼̠͓̖̪̯̲̩̱̖̓̈͗̐͑́͐̈́͘̕͝͠ͅw̴̧͙͕̯̣̟̬̤̤͓͇͋̌̈͛į̴̧̛͍̳̟̩̹̤̀̌̅̑͋̐͒̎͊̂͝͝͝ͅt̵̹̠̞̜͓͆̓͒̇̚͜h̴̝́̐̈́͌̓̆ͅ ̴̜̽̈́̏́̊̂̒̎͊̚ͅb̵͎͇̙̦͎̦̓̃̔̃̏͗̌͂͒͘͘r̷͚͔̙̪̘̬͎̘̻̬̆o̵̱̗͚̘̘̖̻͙̲̼̗̙̠̣̽͐̏̏͋͐̋o̶̡̰̫͇̬̝̩͈̊̐͑̚̕m̵̱̞͖̼̞̖̫̩̈̌͛̿̀̆̒̂̒̊ͅs̵͍̠͚̣̻̝̣̻͛̑̇̇̀̇̏́̎̈́͘͝

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Unfortunately, perhaps this was not the best of times for four little rootlets and a mothling to witness one of the neighbors suddenly collapse bleeding, and as such, the shriek of surprise and fear echoes throughout the wagon, drawing Tsaersha from down the hall, wiping her claws off on her homemade apron.*

*It takes her three seconds to register it's Guile in his own Ichor, already setting Neeko and Mio to calm the little ones as she drags Guile into a guest room. Rupert the flea howled as it too was pushed toward the little ones, but Tsaersha could not hesitate. She didn't know when he'd come in, had assumed much like Root or Holly or Arkus, he dropped by when he pleased. And now he was bleeding out, which was not good thing.*

Oh my gods, Guile....

What were you doing!?

What....

I can't.....

Uugh, just shows up getting stabbed, I guess...

But we fix things, don't we....

*Somehow, despite herself, Tsaersha had learned how to keep a cool presence when under pressure like this. Her movements were steady as she cleaned wounds and stitched holes, applied salve and wrapped bandages even as her internal monologue was losing it's mind, slipping out in hissed whispers. Guile would be okay, hopefully, although his unexpected visit was sure to scare a few years off her life.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

U̶͇̱͍̘̙̮͑͝ŗ̴̗̻̥̱͆̊ģ̴̻̼̩̞̯̟̪̗̪̇̃͗̎͐̃̒̉…̶̢̛̙̗̖̈́̉̍͘̕͝

İ̵̞͉̈́̈́̈ ̶͎̗̳͆̏̏͘ť̵̞r̶̤̻̪͝ḯ̴̛̲̤͍̩̿͛è̷͉̀̌͘d̶̡̩̓ ̷̧̛̙͔͑̔t̶̨͖̻͒͆̅ö̶͕̩͇̩͛ ̷̛̟̿̈̓ę̵͖͖͗̀̉͛͜ä̴̲́̾t̵͕̹̮̟̅̃ ̸̱̱͍̇a̵̤̪͉͋̊ ̶̻͝c̷̯̎͋͛ó̶̗̓̉r̶̪͓̒͆̈́ả̷̧̻̬̓ĺ̶̤̩̻͕ ̶̫̬͚̃̑̅̓f̴̢̙̦͙͝ȗ̴͚͍̒r̵̪͉͑m̶̮̌͂͐͘ ̴̭̖͍̉ạ̷̻̱̖͋̏n̵̡͈̞̪̄d̵̲͑͑ ̵̙͖͓̄̓͐̑ͅg̴̢̩̭̟̅̋ö̴͔́̽ẗ̴̞́̈́ͅ ̶͖̙͊͑̇a̸͎͎̔t̷̩̥̫̮̎͛̿͑t̷̝̦̖̗̑͠a̴̛̭͍͂̐c̸̲̖̅̐̐̚ǩ̷̫̪̍̂e̶̮̋͌ͅd̷̡͚͎͔̑̋̃ ̴̧̻̬̥̓͝͝b̵̝͒̇y̸̜͍̓̕ ̵̤̽̒̕̕ǎ̴̦͉̱̭͒͘ ̷̡̲̤͔̍̄̐d̸̩̻̟̄ṛ̷̥̍̏̍i̴͓̰̎̓̆͂z̴̡̛͍͔n̷̮̱̞͛̈ͅé̶̬͝t̵̺͎̏̆

O̶̘̳̕͜w̶͓̼̠̾͆̀i̸͍̘͌̕ĕ̶̢͕͔̋…̴̢̻̤̇̒ͅ

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Nooo! You are not talking until you are not bleeding! You better not move!

*Strange... When she'd initially met Guile, he hadn't talked like that, deep gutteral grunts and words she struggled to pick up. Then again, Guile had said there were other voices. She could ask later, after the crisis had been fixed, which she punctuated with wrapping another bandage around his forearm.*

Hold still! Do not make me hold you down

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

*he goes limp like a ragdoll, making pitiful noises like a sad cat*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Tsaersha feels her mandibles tick and twitch. She's unsure whether to laugh or to cry at the rather pathetic display, but it means she can better sew sutures and thus takes the opportunity to do so, picking red coral bits out with a scrunch between her rosy eyes.*

.....My goodness.... Next thing I know, you'll be halfway across Pharloom to some mythical place like Bilewater or whatever and infested with maggots!

You have to be more careful, Guile..... Can't just chase after everything with your stomach....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

:(

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Don't -

Don't look at me like that!

You know I'm right!

If you aren't careful, you'll get yourself killed, and then I'll be short a friend, and the world will be short a Guile and co....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

B̷̧̧̡̛̼̬̣̥̘̤̰̻̈́̿͊̎̌̓́̍̒͆͛͆͝͝ǘ̶̖̔̑͒͌̔̏̔̇̉t̴̡͖̰͖̹̠͂̄̍̉̽̇͒̍͛̾͒̏ ̵͖̪̘̍̓̄̅̊̚n̶̢̢͚̝̙͕͙̖͖̗̭̜͕̙̟̿̆̽̋͠ȯ̵ͅb̸̨̡̡̘̜̙̗͉̣̲̝̩͙̓̀ȯ̶̹̑͌͘d̶̳͉̩̪̳͌̔̓̂͂́̉͌̀͋̿͘ͅÿ̴̨͓͓̟͈̻̦́ ̴͔̂̀̑̋̿̋̐͐̔̏͂̕͝͝͝h̵̨̧̗̭̗̥͖͓̩̹̼̜̟̀̾̉̊́̾͋̾̈̾̊̏͜ę̶̰͇̤̋͗͒͜r̴͖͍͔̥͉͇͎͋͌ͅë̸͉̮́̌̊̄̋͊̐̎͒͗ ̵̡͑͗̉͋̂t̶͔̜̣͉̹͈͇͎͕̝̤͊̅̉̑͆̇͘̚͝ả̷̤̈́́̾̐̾͂͐̀͘͠͠k̴̙̼̖͖͆̈͐͑͐̀̽̉̒̈́̚̚͜e̸̢̱̮̝͖͉͙͓̘̭̘͒̿̃̿͜ş̶̨̛̰̣͈̣̜̬̱̯̼̄́̿̅̾͆̌͛̔̾̚͠ ̶̳͈̩̼̦͑̉͊͊̐̒̀̽̅͛͜ģ̷̯̫̦̙͓͍͈̩̲̔͜ͅe̶̪͗̈́͊̏̃ͅo̸̹̭̓̊͆̀͘,̸̨̨̯̗̮̹͚̘͙͂̔̊́͗̚ ̸̨̟̬̝̳͋͒̌̍̈́̎͋̅̍͑́ͅa̴̡̛͇̬̣͌̓̏̃̇̋̋͜ͅn̷̢͔̫̪̣̻͉̠̙̙̤͊̈́̀̒̌́̃̈́͛̂̑̅ͅd̴̳̩̠̲͈̈́̅̑̈́͊̅̃̔̿̇̐̽̕͠ ̸̨̳̲̟̮͎̻͕̲̞̣̟̥̍̈́̕s̶̻̠̲̬̜̥͇̊͋̈́̿́͛̊͂̀̇ī̸̝̺̯̟͈̹̟̝͔̣̆͑̈́̅͗̈́͌̽̇̔l̸̨̛̩̪̗̪͈͐̒͐͂̂̑̒̏̇̈́͊̏̃v̷̨̰̯̗͍͖̗̅̈́͆͊͌͋͌̓͒͛͘͜ͅe̴͙̼̼̰̲̱̪̯͓̒͆́̉͂̀͆̌ͅr̶̻͉̹͈͍͓̎̈́̆́̐̕͝ ̶̛̞̱̠̼͛̈́̄͊̿̀ï̸̢̬̺͙̰̗̟̯̉͋̋͒͛̂̚̕ͅs̶̝̥͆͜ ̵̮̙̮̫͔̦̾̋t̴͈͇̹͎͖̱͓̯̝͛̐̅̆́͑̑̈̓̓h̸̛̛̛̯̱͔̫͖̪̔͂̃̃͛́̆͌̚e̵̩̙̣͋̿̓̆͊̎͗̏̄̈́̋̈́͆ ̸̧̡̹̜͍̬̟̖̥̞̀̈́̾ͅŏ̶̢̨͓͈̱͙͔̝̗͇̜̝͊̅͋̇͊̈̚̕͜ͅͅn̸͉͖̘̗̤̩͚̲͙̭̳̫̯̅̒̆̎̓̏̿͑͌̄̕͜l̸̢͙͈͓̱̊͋͊͋̌̈́̄́̋͒y̵̨̮͖͖͇̜͈̩̦̏̆̂̒̔̾́̂̒̈́̏̔ ̴̖͔̠̫̙͔̮̖̞̀̚͜ͅõ̴͎̥̜̜͕̜̬͔̟̜͋́̃̌̓̋̚͝n̸̡̡̨̡͓͚̭̘̳̓͒͆e̴͓̟̦̭̼̣̭̼̮̝͍͈͚̘̩̊͗ ̶̳̼̙͎̮̠̘̫̱̮͎̈́̅͋͋̈͗̒̑̂̚͜w̸̡̟̱̳͉͇̱̞̤̆̀̃̽̎́̀́̓́͜͠͝͝h̸͕̍̒̊̃̀͊̉̃̊̀͆͝͝͝ơ̶̘̦̺̘̺͍͗̋̓́̈̏͑́̔̓̀͝ͅ ̷̧̬̮͔̼̗͇̻̀̃͛́̊̏̉̇̋̏̐̃́̚͘k̵̻͓̙̠̬̱̫͕̃͋͑̅̈́n̴̲̼̝̩̬̼̗̻̞̖̘̮̚o̶̠͖͚͇̓͌̒́͑̽͂̀w̵̝̠̻̋̽̇s̸̢̢͚͚͍̭̫̬͕̤̩̒̃͝ ̶̧̡̞̽͑̍̋͒̍̔̿̓͠ḩ̸̛̈́͊̎́̈́̆͊̇́̄́̿̕͠ǫ̷̰̣̗͚̠̿̈́̐͗̽̔̓̎̎͗́̋̈́̆͜w̷̧̨̢̼̦̩̖̹͇̲̱̗͓͚͕̒ ̴̧̙̓̑͆̉͗̀͂͂͑̒͗͛ŕ̶͔͔̱̹̦̺̐o̵̡͓̣̲̰̠̤͎͉̩̤̩̩͌ş̴̡͔̝̱̰̺̥̑̎̍͌̒̆͊̇̔̽̋ą̷̢̧͕̲͕̼̲̰͔̥͉͕̑̐̊͋̆̑͂̎͜͝͝r̵̙̻̯̥̟̣̰̟̦̙̓̒͑̎̿̓͒̈́͆̅ȉ̸͙͚̭̩͚͎̥̜̪͉̮̥͈̈́é̵͙͖̰̦̳͋̿̿̀͑́̈́͋̕̚̕̕͠ş̸͉͓̱̞̳͓̣̝̩̖͚̺͊͒̔̕͝ͅ ̵̟͈̭͚͛̄̀͋̉̔́̓̍w̴̢̮̜͖̞̖̓͌͋̔̃̈́ǒ̶̧̼̮͙͔̺̺͙̠͕̖̥̠͕̙̋̆̈́͆́͗̌͘ŗ̵͉̼̥̝̈̅͌͐̋̐̐̎̔͘̚͝k̸͓͎̅̽ ̸͉̝̪͔̓̍̀͂̇̂̒̂͛

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Unfortunately, perhaps this was not the best of times for four little rootlets and a mothling to witness one of the neighbors suddenly collapse bleeding, and as such, the shriek of surprise and fear echoes throughout the wagon, drawing Tsaersha from down the hall, wiping her claws off on her homemade apron.*

*It takes her three seconds to register it's Guile in his own Ichor, already setting Neeko and Mio to calm the little ones as she drags Guile into a guest room. Rupert the flea howled as it too was pushed toward the little ones, but Tsaersha could not hesitate. She didn't know when he'd come in, had assumed much like Root or Holly or Arkus, he dropped by when he pleased. And now he was bleeding out, which was not good thing.*

Oh my gods, Guile....

What were you doing!?

What....

I can't.....

Uugh, just shows up getting stabbed, I guess...

But we fix things, don't we....

*Somehow, despite herself, Tsaersha had learned how to keep a cool presence when under pressure like this. Her movements were steady as she cleaned wounds and stitched holes, applied salve and wrapped bandages even as her internal monologue was losing it's mind, slipping out in hissed whispers. Guile would be okay, hopefully, although his unexpected visit was sure to scare a few years off her life.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

U̶͇̱͍̘̙̮͑͝ŗ̴̗̻̥̱͆̊ģ̴̻̼̩̞̯̟̪̗̪̇̃͗̎͐̃̒̉…̶̢̛̙̗̖̈́̉̍͘̕͝

İ̵̞͉̈́̈́̈ ̶͎̗̳͆̏̏͘ť̵̞r̶̤̻̪͝ḯ̴̛̲̤͍̩̿͛è̷͉̀̌͘d̶̡̩̓ ̷̧̛̙͔͑̔t̶̨͖̻͒͆̅ö̶͕̩͇̩͛ ̷̛̟̿̈̓ę̵͖͖͗̀̉͛͜ä̴̲́̾t̵͕̹̮̟̅̃ ̸̱̱͍̇a̵̤̪͉͋̊ ̶̻͝c̷̯̎͋͛ó̶̗̓̉r̶̪͓̒͆̈́ả̷̧̻̬̓ĺ̶̤̩̻͕ ̶̫̬͚̃̑̅̓f̴̢̙̦͙͝ȗ̴͚͍̒r̵̪͉͑m̶̮̌͂͐͘ ̴̭̖͍̉ạ̷̻̱̖͋̏n̵̡͈̞̪̄d̵̲͑͑ ̵̙͖͓̄̓͐̑ͅg̴̢̩̭̟̅̋ö̴͔́̽ẗ̴̞́̈́ͅ ̶͖̙͊͑̇a̸͎͎̔t̷̩̥̫̮̎͛̿͑t̷̝̦̖̗̑͠a̴̛̭͍͂̐c̸̲̖̅̐̐̚ǩ̷̫̪̍̂e̶̮̋͌ͅd̷̡͚͎͔̑̋̃ ̴̧̻̬̥̓͝͝b̵̝͒̇y̸̜͍̓̕ ̵̤̽̒̕̕ǎ̴̦͉̱̭͒͘ ̷̡̲̤͔̍̄̐d̸̩̻̟̄ṛ̷̥̍̏̍i̴͓̰̎̓̆͂z̴̡̛͍͔n̷̮̱̞͛̈ͅé̶̬͝t̵̺͎̏̆

O̶̘̳̕͜w̶͓̼̠̾͆̀i̸͍̘͌̕ĕ̶̢͕͔̋…̴̢̻̤̇̒ͅ

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Nooo! You are not talking until you are not bleeding! You better not move!

*Strange... When she'd initially met Guile, he hadn't talked like that, deep gutteral grunts and words she struggled to pick up. Then again, Guile had said there were other voices. She could ask later, after the crisis had been fixed, which she punctuated with wrapping another bandage around his forearm.*

Hold still! Do not make me hold you down

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

*he goes limp like a ragdoll, making pitiful noises like a sad cat*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Tsaersha feels her mandibles tick and twitch. She's unsure whether to laugh or to cry at the rather pathetic display, but it means she can better sew sutures and thus takes the opportunity to do so, picking red coral bits out with a scrunch between her rosy eyes.*

.....My goodness.... Next thing I know, you'll be halfway across Pharloom to some mythical place like Bilewater or whatever and infested with maggots!

You have to be more careful, Guile..... Can't just chase after everything with your stomach....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

:(

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Unfortunately, perhaps this was not the best of times for four little rootlets and a mothling to witness one of the neighbors suddenly collapse bleeding, and as such, the shriek of surprise and fear echoes throughout the wagon, drawing Tsaersha from down the hall, wiping her claws off on her homemade apron.*

*It takes her three seconds to register it's Guile in his own Ichor, already setting Neeko and Mio to calm the little ones as she drags Guile into a guest room. Rupert the flea howled as it too was pushed toward the little ones, but Tsaersha could not hesitate. She didn't know when he'd come in, had assumed much like Root or Holly or Arkus, he dropped by when he pleased. And now he was bleeding out, which was not good thing.*

Oh my gods, Guile....

What were you doing!?

What....

I can't.....

Uugh, just shows up getting stabbed, I guess...

But we fix things, don't we....

*Somehow, despite herself, Tsaersha had learned how to keep a cool presence when under pressure like this. Her movements were steady as she cleaned wounds and stitched holes, applied salve and wrapped bandages even as her internal monologue was losing it's mind, slipping out in hissed whispers. Guile would be okay, hopefully, although his unexpected visit was sure to scare a few years off her life.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

U̶͇̱͍̘̙̮͑͝ŗ̴̗̻̥̱͆̊ģ̴̻̼̩̞̯̟̪̗̪̇̃͗̎͐̃̒̉…̶̢̛̙̗̖̈́̉̍͘̕͝

İ̵̞͉̈́̈́̈ ̶͎̗̳͆̏̏͘ť̵̞r̶̤̻̪͝ḯ̴̛̲̤͍̩̿͛è̷͉̀̌͘d̶̡̩̓ ̷̧̛̙͔͑̔t̶̨͖̻͒͆̅ö̶͕̩͇̩͛ ̷̛̟̿̈̓ę̵͖͖͗̀̉͛͜ä̴̲́̾t̵͕̹̮̟̅̃ ̸̱̱͍̇a̵̤̪͉͋̊ ̶̻͝c̷̯̎͋͛ó̶̗̓̉r̶̪͓̒͆̈́ả̷̧̻̬̓ĺ̶̤̩̻͕ ̶̫̬͚̃̑̅̓f̴̢̙̦͙͝ȗ̴͚͍̒r̵̪͉͑m̶̮̌͂͐͘ ̴̭̖͍̉ạ̷̻̱̖͋̏n̵̡͈̞̪̄d̵̲͑͑ ̵̙͖͓̄̓͐̑ͅg̴̢̩̭̟̅̋ö̴͔́̽ẗ̴̞́̈́ͅ ̶͖̙͊͑̇a̸͎͎̔t̷̩̥̫̮̎͛̿͑t̷̝̦̖̗̑͠a̴̛̭͍͂̐c̸̲̖̅̐̐̚ǩ̷̫̪̍̂e̶̮̋͌ͅd̷̡͚͎͔̑̋̃ ̴̧̻̬̥̓͝͝b̵̝͒̇y̸̜͍̓̕ ̵̤̽̒̕̕ǎ̴̦͉̱̭͒͘ ̷̡̲̤͔̍̄̐d̸̩̻̟̄ṛ̷̥̍̏̍i̴͓̰̎̓̆͂z̴̡̛͍͔n̷̮̱̞͛̈ͅé̶̬͝t̵̺͎̏̆

O̶̘̳̕͜w̶͓̼̠̾͆̀i̸͍̘͌̕ĕ̶̢͕͔̋…̴̢̻̤̇̒ͅ

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Nooo! You are not talking until you are not bleeding! You better not move!

*Strange... When she'd initially met Guile, he hadn't talked like that, deep gutteral grunts and words she struggled to pick up. Then again, Guile had said there were other voices. She could ask later, after the crisis had been fixed, which she punctuated with wrapping another bandage around his forearm.*

Hold still! Do not make me hold you down

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

*he goes limp like a ragdoll, making pitiful noises like a sad cat*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*Unfortunately, perhaps this was not the best of times for four little rootlets and a mothling to witness one of the neighbors suddenly collapse bleeding, and as such, the shriek of surprise and fear echoes throughout the wagon, drawing Tsaersha from down the hall, wiping her claws off on her homemade apron.*

*It takes her three seconds to register it's Guile in his own Ichor, already setting Neeko and Mio to calm the little ones as she drags Guile into a guest room. Rupert the flea howled as it too was pushed toward the little ones, but Tsaersha could not hesitate. She didn't know when he'd come in, had assumed much like Root or Holly or Arkus, he dropped by when he pleased. And now he was bleeding out, which was not good thing.*

Oh my gods, Guile....

What were you doing!?

What....

I can't.....

Uugh, just shows up getting stabbed, I guess...

But we fix things, don't we....

*Somehow, despite herself, Tsaersha had learned how to keep a cool presence when under pressure like this. Her movements were steady as she cleaned wounds and stitched holes, applied salve and wrapped bandages even as her internal monologue was losing it's mind, slipping out in hissed whispers. Guile would be okay, hopefully, although his unexpected visit was sure to scare a few years off her life.*

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

U̶͇̱͍̘̙̮͑͝ŗ̴̗̻̥̱͆̊ģ̴̻̼̩̞̯̟̪̗̪̇̃͗̎͐̃̒̉…̶̢̛̙̗̖̈́̉̍͘̕͝

İ̵̞͉̈́̈́̈ ̶͎̗̳͆̏̏͘ť̵̞r̶̤̻̪͝ḯ̴̛̲̤͍̩̿͛è̷͉̀̌͘d̶̡̩̓ ̷̧̛̙͔͑̔t̶̨͖̻͒͆̅ö̶͕̩͇̩͛ ̷̛̟̿̈̓ę̵͖͖͗̀̉͛͜ä̴̲́̾t̵͕̹̮̟̅̃ ̸̱̱͍̇a̵̤̪͉͋̊ ̶̻͝c̷̯̎͋͛ó̶̗̓̉r̶̪͓̒͆̈́ả̷̧̻̬̓ĺ̶̤̩̻͕ ̶̫̬͚̃̑̅̓f̴̢̙̦͙͝ȗ̴͚͍̒r̵̪͉͑m̶̮̌͂͐͘ ̴̭̖͍̉ạ̷̻̱̖͋̏n̵̡͈̞̪̄d̵̲͑͑ ̵̙͖͓̄̓͐̑ͅg̴̢̩̭̟̅̋ö̴͔́̽ẗ̴̞́̈́ͅ ̶͖̙͊͑̇a̸͎͎̔t̷̩̥̫̮̎͛̿͑t̷̝̦̖̗̑͠a̴̛̭͍͂̐c̸̲̖̅̐̐̚ǩ̷̫̪̍̂e̶̮̋͌ͅd̷̡͚͎͔̑̋̃ ̴̧̻̬̥̓͝͝b̵̝͒̇y̸̜͍̓̕ ̵̤̽̒̕̕ǎ̴̦͉̱̭͒͘ ̷̡̲̤͔̍̄̐d̸̩̻̟̄ṛ̷̥̍̏̍i̴͓̰̎̓̆͂z̴̡̛͍͔n̷̮̱̞͛̈ͅé̶̬͝t̵̺͎̏̆

O̶̘̳̕͜w̶͓̼̠̾͆̀i̸͍̘͌̕ĕ̶̢͕͔̋…̴̢̻̤̇̒ͅ

[the-flickering-wanderer]

*suddenly, guile*

@guile-pale-and-sharp

*Four little pairs of wet, dark eyes (albeit one behind thick glasses) and a pair of round sunshine one turned to the newcomer as they appeared in the nursery. Four rootlets and a mothling had been constructing a little city with wooden blocks and pens and paper, all sat scattered between tubing lanes that had to be roadways.*

*The rootlet with glasses pointed then, a little chirp of recognition.*

"Uncy Guy!"

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

H̵̛̗̻͔̮͚̗̦͖̝̻͉̠̼̅͌̂̎̀͆͋̈́̀̕͠͝-̵̱͉͔͒̏̄̃͐̅͗͆̈́̃͘ͅh̶̖͔͚̪̼̱͖̺̺̞̾̈́͂̆͐̐́ị̵̪̙̦̭̯̫̼̜͍̻̂͛̋̐̉̈́̇̀̀̋͆͌̀́͝ͅ…̵̧̢̜̦̟̳̺̠̞̭̹͔̭͋̍́̒

*colapses, bleeding*

[the-flickering-wanderer]

"...Alright, we have to be very quiet, team...."

The End of the Tsaersha Crime Arc!

Pictured from left to right:

Our titular Tsaersha, found here

@tein-of-weavenest-karn Tein, owned by Echo!

@guile-pale-and-sharp Guile

@partialpablo Pablo!

@deep-diving-webbing Cortla and Flutters!

@bloomingbeastofroot Root and Cure!

Thank you again for participating/being volentold and going along with my arc, y'all are awesome!

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

*whisper-chanting*

Corpses! Corpses! Corpses!

[the-flickering-wanderer]

(One of the graves begins to shift)

(Shadows seem to be spilling out of it)

(They know you're here)

@thalassophobiaeldritchhorroroc

HOLYFUCK

HOLYFUCKHOLYFUCKHOLYFUCKHOLYFUCK

Mmmhmhnmhmmmhhhm

Don't fuckin like that, nopenopenopenope

*Tsaersha, much like any rational bug, was understandable freaked out. However, unlike any rational bug, Tsaersha was a stubborn creature at the worst of times, and well, she needed the corpse to feed her ward, and that meant pushing onward through her discomfort.*

*With that, her little firefly light flickered as she adjusted her grip on her shovel, using it to smack down on a few graves like a frazzled game of whack-a-mite.*

Nopenopenopenopenope....

Hmhmh... Don't have time for this shit today!

[thalassophobiaeldritchhorroroc]

(The shovel sinks into the grave like it was water)

(You feel something pulling on the shovel, dragging you towards the grave)

[the-flickering-wanderer]

OH NONONONONONONONO!!

*Tsaersha, obviously now in a panic, drops her shovel as she tries to skitter backwards, wings flared out in flight, half burnt one always useless.*

Tein! Tein! Guile! Root!! Something fuckin' moved down there! Aah-!

@tein-of-weavenest-karn @guile-pale-and-sharp @bloomingbeastofroot

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

smells like seafood… can I eat it?

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Sniffies. Hmmm. Sniffies again. Not leafs. Okies bye bye I go find leafs now

Oh gods above, gang....

Uhm...

Leaf disguises didn't quite work, uhm...

Count your blessings, Tsaersha... At least it wasn't the dreaded legend of gluttony, The Willoh, that happened upon us....

To Bone Bottom's chapel under vale of darkness! Onward!

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

ooooooh, look, yummy bones! These would make a good broth-

huh? Were you saying something?

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Guile

Guile, stay with me

Bone broth is great, but we need the flesh off the bones first

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

…if we’re looking for minded-bug-flesh I could just hunt for the kid.

it’s not like any of the cultures I spent any real amount of my formative years in considered it a taboo.

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Guile, sharp of wit and tongue

I'd rather not be killing innocent pilgrims if it came down to it...

But the offer is much appreciated

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

who said anything about pilgrims?

I’ve been eating judges.

[the-flickering-wanderer]

Judges?

There's a...

Are they not innocent or....?

...oh goodness, I'm really questioning the morality of killing someone....

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

they are born unbiased. But, in my mind, that means they are not born innocent, for they have never known choice. Innocence is having sin within your reach and not taking it.

There is a reason the judges themselves are not welcome in the citadel.

[the-flickering-wanderer]

....I see....

So, unbiased, neutral states....

Any family or friends or people who miss them...?

[guile-pale-and-sharp]

I found where they rear the things. It’s a literal pit. The only bugs they might have to miss are eachother, and even that’s doubtable.