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@iceblu-medicine
Hmmnn...Zhe other one is here? I may as well keep my eye on him.
Hello zhere my icy subjects! It is I, Dominik Overschmidt! Although Doc or Dominik is preferred, dears! I heard zhe wrath prince made his estate here. Zhe Wrathful one tends to get himself into trouble quite frequently. All interactions take place in my castle (Castle Frosthaven, Ring of Pride) unless otherwise stated! Feel free to ask questions or compliment my appearance! (Or my dovey~!!)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Golden wings swept once, twice, before folding as Caelus descended from above. His boots met the snow with a muted crunch followed by the sway of the brass lantern hanging on his belt as he straightened, careful not to disturb the blanket of snow.
Caelus wasn’t exactly dressed well for the cold. A weathered mining jacket hung over his shoulders, coal dust still clinging stubbornly to the seams despite the landscape’s attempt to bury it.
His bright eyes eventually wandered over to the scene before him, a smile tugging at his lips almost instantly at the sight of those golems.
(The Icy Prince stood in-between them all, making sure they dont go to far. He also seemed to carry a lantern. There...currently wasnt any snow right now, its just...cold. about 12 degrees Fahrenheit. However, it was odd, the sky up above was...Red. a dark, wine, hellish red, and in the distance was a strange looking moon, coated in halos, wings, and a heavenly aura. The Prince did not notice the bright presence that descended into his ring at the moment.)
At first, he was hesitant to approach. He was used to observing from a distance and often never made first contact. One flap of his wings settled a few loose feathers back into place as he lingered for a second before crouching beside greenery, though the sudden action caused him to tumble back due to uneven terrain, sending Caelus rolling.
(He quite literally fell down a hill, and upon his landing, he opened his eyes to be met with an arrow pointed at his forehead, loaded into a bow.)
"Who are you, and were you spying on me?"
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
Redactor shrinks into himself which makes his floof pop out of the collar of his button up surrounding his face.
"Yes I have floof..."
Redactor huffs deciding not to keep trying to hide his floof. Archivist snickers slightly at how Redactor just sucomes to his floof.
"Do not laugh..."
Archivist starts snorting which makes Redactor groan.
"Hm. I won't, but it seems like your friend will. And...whats wrong with fluff? Harbin and my child, Messenger both have it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of."
"I hate it cause of how I got it..."
That's when he finally realizes that he said Messenger.
"Wait one of your kids is Messenger?"
Redactor looks a little surprised by that. Archivist on the other hand perks up while also surprised.
"Ehehe...Yes, adopted, but yes. They frequent my castle a lot, ive been giving them magic lessons. Theyre so Prideful as well! And they make me proud..."
(Glares at that one rp you did with Messenger...their page being outlined in roses and ice...ehehehe...)
"Huh..."
Redactor leans back still slightly surprised by that.
"That explains the ice that outlined their page..."
Redactor quickly looks at Archivist angry.
"Did you really not tell me that!"
Archivist shrinks chuckling nervously. Redactor then covers his mouth forgetting about the baby.
"Sorry..."
"Page..? What page? And. No youre fine, she's just a little sleepy after her nap, is all."
"A page in Archivist's journal it has the ability to change some pages but doesn't like to show me when it changes. It also gains more pages depending on new people that may be born."
Redactor gestures to Archivist who is holding up his journal.
"How interesting. There was a page for..dovey?? Hm- I see... i wonder what it would say about me...."
(Dominik can't see this, but I like to think his page is... simple. Yet concerning. Its one, singular colored illustration of a bright blue diamond being blocked by a shield, a strange, golden arrow reflects off of it. It looks like it resembles a close call death...)
Archivist gulps seeing it.
"I don't think you'd want to know sir..."
Archivist looks nervous despite the page saying his death would be a close call he is too afraid to say it. He knew that people often liked to change their fate even if it's something like a close call. Archivist didn't want to take any chances.
(His face grows concerned, and his ears droop.)
"What...? I...Mm- youre probably right."
"Archivist..."
Archivist quickly gets out of the pile of blankets and goes out of the room. Redactor gets up to go after him but stops knowing Archivist wouldn't be happy if he followed him.
"Crap..."
(!!!) "Is he okay?! I- i didnt make him upset, did I?"
(He looked really concerned. He didnt mean to upset his guest!!!)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
Redactor shrinks into himself which makes his floof pop out of the collar of his button up surrounding his face.
"Yes I have floof..."
Redactor huffs deciding not to keep trying to hide his floof. Archivist snickers slightly at how Redactor just sucomes to his floof.
"Do not laugh..."
Archivist starts snorting which makes Redactor groan.
"Hm. I won't, but it seems like your friend will. And...whats wrong with fluff? Harbin and my child, Messenger both have it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of."
"I hate it cause of how I got it..."
That's when he finally realizes that he said Messenger.
"Wait one of your kids is Messenger?"
Redactor looks a little surprised by that. Archivist on the other hand perks up while also surprised.
"Ehehe...Yes, adopted, but yes. They frequent my castle a lot, ive been giving them magic lessons. Theyre so Prideful as well! And they make me proud..."
(Glares at that one rp you did with Messenger...their page being outlined in roses and ice...ehehehe...)
"Huh..."
Redactor leans back still slightly surprised by that.
"That explains the ice that outlined their page..."
Redactor quickly looks at Archivist angry.
"Did you really not tell me that!"
Archivist shrinks chuckling nervously. Redactor then covers his mouth forgetting about the baby.
"Sorry..."
"Page..? What page? And. No youre fine, she's just a little sleepy after her nap, is all."
"A page in Archivist's journal it has the ability to change some pages but doesn't like to show me when it changes. It also gains more pages depending on new people that may be born."
Redactor gestures to Archivist who is holding up his journal.
"How interesting. There was a page for..dovey?? Hm- I see... i wonder what it would say about me...."
(Dominik can't see this, but I like to think his page is... simple. Yet concerning. Its one, singular colored illustration of a bright blue diamond being blocked by a shield, a strange, golden arrow reflects off of it. It looks like it resembles a close call death...)
Archivist gulps seeing it.
"I don't think you'd want to know sir..."
Archivist looks nervous despite the page saying his death would be a close call he is too afraid to say it. He knew that people often liked to change their fate even if it's something like a close call. Archivist didn't want to take any chances.
(His face grows concerned, and his ears droop.)
"What...? I...Mm- youre probably right."
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
Redactor shrinks into himself which makes his floof pop out of the collar of his button up surrounding his face.
"Yes I have floof..."
Redactor huffs deciding not to keep trying to hide his floof. Archivist snickers slightly at how Redactor just sucomes to his floof.
"Do not laugh..."
Archivist starts snorting which makes Redactor groan.
"Hm. I won't, but it seems like your friend will. And...whats wrong with fluff? Harbin and my child, Messenger both have it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of."
"I hate it cause of how I got it..."
That's when he finally realizes that he said Messenger.
"Wait one of your kids is Messenger?"
Redactor looks a little surprised by that. Archivist on the other hand perks up while also surprised.
"Ehehe...Yes, adopted, but yes. They frequent my castle a lot, ive been giving them magic lessons. Theyre so Prideful as well! And they make me proud..."
(Glares at that one rp you did with Messenger...their page being outlined in roses and ice...ehehehe...)
"Huh..."
Redactor leans back still slightly surprised by that.
"That explains the ice that outlined their page..."
Redactor quickly looks at Archivist angry.
"Did you really not tell me that!"
Archivist shrinks chuckling nervously. Redactor then covers his mouth forgetting about the baby.
"Sorry..."
"Page..? What page? And. No youre fine, she's just a little sleepy after her nap, is all."
"A page in Archivist's journal it has the ability to change some pages but doesn't like to show me when it changes. It also gains more pages depending on new people that may be born."
Redactor gestures to Archivist who is holding up his journal.
"How interesting. There was a page for..dovey?? Hm- I see... i wonder what it would say about me...."
(Dominik can't see this, but I like to think his page is... simple. Yet concerning. Its one, singular colored illustration of a bright blue diamond being blocked by a shield, a strange, golden arrow reflects off of it. It looks like it resembles a close call death...)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
Redactor shrinks into himself which makes his floof pop out of the collar of his button up surrounding his face.
"Yes I have floof..."
Redactor huffs deciding not to keep trying to hide his floof. Archivist snickers slightly at how Redactor just sucomes to his floof.
"Do not laugh..."
Archivist starts snorting which makes Redactor groan.
"Hm. I won't, but it seems like your friend will. And...whats wrong with fluff? Harbin and my child, Messenger both have it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of."
"I hate it cause of how I got it..."
That's when he finally realizes that he said Messenger.
"Wait one of your kids is Messenger?"
Redactor looks a little surprised by that. Archivist on the other hand perks up while also surprised.
"Ehehe...Yes, adopted, but yes. They frequent my castle a lot, ive been giving them magic lessons. Theyre so Prideful as well! And they make me proud..."
(Glares at that one rp you did with Messenger...their page being outlined in roses and ice...ehehehe...)
"Huh..."
Redactor leans back still slightly surprised by that.
"That explains the ice that outlined their page..."
Redactor quickly looks at Archivist angry.
"Did you really not tell me that!"
Archivist shrinks chuckling nervously. Redactor then covers his mouth forgetting about the baby.
"Sorry..."
"Page..? What page? And. No youre fine, she's just a little sleepy after her nap, is all."
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
Redactor shrinks into himself which makes his floof pop out of the collar of his button up surrounding his face.
"Yes I have floof..."
Redactor huffs deciding not to keep trying to hide his floof. Archivist snickers slightly at how Redactor just sucomes to his floof.
"Do not laugh..."
Archivist starts snorting which makes Redactor groan.
"Hm. I won't, but it seems like your friend will. And...whats wrong with fluff? Harbin and my child, Messenger both have it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of."
"I hate it cause of how I got it..."
That's when he finally realizes that he said Messenger.
"Wait one of your kids is Messenger?"
Redactor looks a little surprised by that. Archivist on the other hand perks up while also surprised.
"Ehehe...Yes, adopted, but yes. They frequent my castle a lot, ive been giving them magic lessons. Theyre so Prideful as well! And they make me proud..."
(Glares at that one rp you did with Messenger...their page being outlined in roses and ice...ehehehe...)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
Redactor shrinks into himself which makes his floof pop out of the collar of his button up surrounding his face.
"Yes I have floof..."
Redactor huffs deciding not to keep trying to hide his floof. Archivist snickers slightly at how Redactor just sucomes to his floof.
"Do not laugh..."
Archivist starts snorting which makes Redactor groan.
"Hm. I won't, but it seems like your friend will. And...whats wrong with fluff? Harbin and my child, Messenger both have it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of."
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Archivist lets Redactor take the scarf off before giving the scarf back.
"Thank you for letting him have it."
He sits down next to Archivist again before realizing some floof is poking out. Redactor quickly tries to shove his floof back into his button up.
"Damn floof!"
Archivist starts laughing at Redactor trying to hide his floof.
"Of course. And...floof?"
(The prince sat down in his fancy high-backed chair, adjusting the small snow fairy to sit in his lap. The baby was still sleepy, so she just kind of leaned against him and drooled.)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
"Redactor and Archivist haven't gone by our real names for a long time."
He crosses his arms still hoping he didn't hear the noise he made.
"Fascinating. Mm- I see you made a cocoon for Archivist, id be careful, he could overheat with all of those. I changed the temperature in here to be more comfortable and not so cold, but the blankets- theyre special ones i made myself. Remember the scarf I put on you earlier that warmed you up? It's made with a special yarn my partner makes, it has heating qualities for when youre cold, and alternatively it can cool you down when youre too hot."
(He was also looking at his scarf that was still on Archivist, did he seem pouty a bit..?)
"The blankets should keep you stable, however. Mm...if you wouldnt mind, I would like to grab my scarf back from you."
Galen had a final (for now) delivery to make and he was going to make it!
He happily trotted up to the taller and gave a big smile.
"Hallo! I got a flower delivery for you!"
He holds up a jasmine flower with a big smile
(He had just walked out of the castle front doors when he saw the small child.)
"O-Oh! Th-thank you! May i ask who its from? Hmm...and youre not like the Messenger I know of...when did they hire a cutie like yourself?"
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Golden wings swept once, twice, before folding as Caelus descended from above. His boots met the snow with a muted crunch followed by the sway of the brass lantern hanging on his belt as he straightened, careful not to disturb the blanket of snow.
Caelus wasn’t exactly dressed well for the cold. A weathered mining jacket hung over his shoulders, coal dust still clinging stubbornly to the seams despite the landscape’s attempt to bury it.
His bright eyes eventually wandered over to the scene before him, a smile tugging at his lips almost instantly at the sight of those golems.
(The Icy Prince stood in-between them all, making sure they dont go to far. He also seemed to carry a lantern. There...currently wasnt any snow right now, its just...cold. about 12 degrees Fahrenheit. However, it was odd, the sky up above was...Red. a dark, wine, hellish red, and in the distance was a strange looking moon, coated in halos, wings, and a heavenly aura. The Prince did not notice the bright presence that descended into his ring at the moment.)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
They both look surprised and Redactor grabs the tags he wears before they both sit down. While only Archivist does as Redactor grabs blankets and basically cacoons Archivist in blankets. Once Archivist was settled Redactor let's out a small bird sound before quickly covering his mouth.
"Sorry..."
Archivist snickers at Redactor's small bird noise.
"You alright?"
Redactor nods his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
(His ear flicked at that, and he giggled at his tiny snow child, who he sat down with, and began nuzzling her.)
"Now, I believe it is my turn to ask *your* names."
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
Redactor nods before tapping his foot causing his shoes to change into things that can walk on ice.
"Stay close Archivist..."
Archivist nods as he grabs onto Redactor's arm. They soon enter Archivist looking around in amazement. Redactor smiles happy to see Archivist amazed by the place.
"Wait what is your name?"
He looks up to the prince curious.
(-) "Oh...did i not introduce myself? I am Dominik, Dominik Overschmidt. A former BLU Medic from long ago, repurposed as a Sin representing Pride."
(Dominiks small snow golemns had followed them inside, hopping around and squeaking at the newcomers excitedly. He led the two of them down the hall to a set of icy double doors. This entire castle was completely made of ice. He paused in front of the doors, stepping off to the side of the frame, adjusting a peculiar thermostat, setting the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit. He then opened the door, revealing a very cozy looking living space. There was a very comfortable looking couch which Dominik gestured to, as well as a large, high-backed chair, next to the chair was a small crib, Dominik immediately walked over to it as the other two sat down. And from it, a small yawn was heard, he picked up what you assume was a newborn snow fairy, similar to the others running about.)
"Did you have a good nap, Feechen? I hope so, because we have visitors. Feel free to have a seat, you two, there is an ottoman with blankets inside it, make yourself comfortable."
(Oh dude...this guy is literally just a dad. Alright.)
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
"I am but Archivist not so much he likes his feet on the ground."
Archivist lets out a sheepish noise at that feeling embarrassed when Redactor says that.
"Hmm.. thats okay, I have an alternative, although it takes more energy at this distance. Bare with me, okay?"
(He shuts his eyes to focused for a moment, and suddenly, a bit of bright blue glitter sparkles around all 3 of them. And with a bright blue and pastel yellow flash, you 3 are all teleported to the castles front steps.)
"Welcome to castle Frosthaven, uhm... watch yourstep, it may be a bit slippery."
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
"Yes we were but we met with the prince of wrath Harbin last time."
Redactor soon ends up taking off his coat and draping it over Archivist's shoulders. It was to help Archivist against the snow a bit more.
"Though I am guessing you are a prince as well meaning you already know Harbin correct?"
(He immediately looked sheepish at that, looking off the the side with a very small blush.)
"Very well, actually. For quite a few hundred years now. He is a incredibly close colleague of mine. Here, lets...get you two out of the cold, mm- are you two okay with flying? It will be quicker than walking."
<OPEN RP>
(The icy Prince seemed to be taking his usual stroll throughout his ring. The snow was peaceful today, and the Prince himself seemed content, which would explain the lack of heavy snowfall, or snowfall at all. He was holding a lantern, however, something he carried with him often. A couple small snow golemns ran around near him with rapid squeaks as they played.)
Redactor stumbles after coming through a portal Archivist stumbling out after. Redactor is the first to get up not noticing Dominik or the snow golemns.
"Archivist you alright?"
He helps Archivist up but has to hold him close realizing Archivist is shivering.
"Where the heck did we end up?"
He looks around when he finally notices Dominik.
"Hey!"
He waves towards Dominik trying to get his attention.
(The Prince's ear flicked, and he makes a hushed noise towards his small golemns, commanding them to remain silent as he looked around, shining his lantern. And thats when he spots the two.)
"....Little ones, stay low. There are... new presences in the ring today."
(And then he spoke up:)
"WHO GOES THERE? THERE ARE NO PRIDE DEMONS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO JOIN MY KINGDOM TODAY."
He walks closer still holding Archivist close.
"We aren't demons we just want to know where we are."
He has one of his hands raised showing he meant no harm. Archivist was shivering pretty bad now that it was seen up close which seems to be worrying Redactor.
"Our names are Archivist and Redactor."
(And then the Princes defensive stance softens, as well as his expression. More castaways? ....He had a soft spot for those.)
"....Hell, Pride Ring. North most ring from Wrath. You arent from here...are you? Otherwise you would know exactly who I am and where you are."
(He stepped forward, holding his lantern up still...That last part, it sounded much similar to someone else youve spoke with before...and Wrath, were you back in Hell? The Icy Prince stepped forward, examining Archivist and Redactor, but mostly Archivist. The Prince looked, incredibly concerned. He quickly set the lantern down, taking off his scarf to wrap it around Archivist. Suddenly he felt...warm. Stable.)
Archivist looks surprised before shrinking into the scarf.
"Thank you..."
Redactor sighs in relief glad Archivist was no longer shivering.
"We're back in hell just great..."
Redactor rubs Archivist's arm slightly. He was obviously not too excited to be in a place like this in hell. All because of how Archivist was in this place.
"You're quite kind sir..."
He looks up at the prince with a slight smile.
"Heheh, I take Pride in being hospitable towards castaways from other dimensions like yourself. I understand how harsh it can be to be forced to someplace new without your consent, and suddenly youre stuck in a blizzard. Also...You said you were *back* in Hell? Have you been here before?"
