protect me from harm

& forgive me for my sins indie oc rp blog for a cleric of helm

[multiversemerchant-blog]

The glow of her magic fades as she waits for him to adjust to what will no doubt be a strangely empty sensation. He reacts well enough, she thinks. No doubt relieved that at least the physical shape of his eyes have remained.  But when he finally opens them, it comes as no surprise to see flat white as a foil to her own. But even with the small amount of time he has given himself, she can clearly see his distress, and she offers him a reassuring smile. Kindness will get her farther with this one.

His question is also no surprise, as it’s one that is often posed after she demands a higher price for her goods. “Right now they’re only collateral. I’ll keep them safe for you until you can reclaim them.”  Were they hers to keep- and they still could be through forfeit- they would have become amulets to aid in scrying. “You needn’t worry about any tampering. Is there anything else you need to know?”

[inflictwounds]

Celeborn's eyes slip closed again as he takes a shaky breath. It's easier to adjust to how vague everything looks now in the dark than to look at her and see inky black eyes melt into dark grey skin and her hair a blinding white halo around her head. He's not sure how he's going to manage adventuring like this--his group relies on him so it's not like he can just stay home but how is he supposed to fight when everything looks the same--

Breathe in. Charge a spell in your fist just to reassure yourself that you can. Breathe out. Let the holy energy dissipate. Calm down. It's only for a little while. "No," is his blunt reply, sounding far more confident than he's felt all day. "Unless there's a time limit or anything like that you've so far failed to mention, I'll be on my way."

[multiversemerchant-blog]

"This may sting." She raises her hand to his face, letting her fingers hover his eyes. A faint purple glow started around her hand, and spread to his face. The light flickers and she pauses long enough to give him one more warning. 

"Close your eyes."

Lorena gives him a moment to prepare himself, before her magic flares and center on his eyes. The spell itself wouldn’t take too long. The light glowed brighter around her hand as she slowly closes her open palm, with the sensation of draining something - of pulling. There’s a a tension in the air, and the smell of ozone and heated metal, quickly building pressure, and a it suddenly snaps as she closes her fist. There’s a small thread of blue in the purple around her hand now, quickly swallowed by the more powerful light.

"The deal is set. It will take time to adjust."

[inflictwounds]

The first thing he feels after he closes his eyes obediently is the pressure. Not outright painful, like he'd expected, not his eyes trying to wrench themselves free from their sockets by force, but a sickening feeling of tug-and-war that makes tears well under his eyelids and his fingers clench into too-tight fists. Unpleasant is one word, and it doesn't do it half as much justice as it needs to.

Then there is the acrid scent of burning steel, and then there is nothing.

Even the darkness behind his closed eyes seems muted. He does not open them for a long time, scrubbing at them fiercely with white knuckles to force feeling back into deadened nerves. Nothing. Visual silence. It's enough that when his eyes do open the lack of colour, lack of definition to the world around him, barely surprises him at all.

"...Temporary. Just temporary," he whispers, more to himself than anything else, a feeble attempt at reassurance. Then, louder, empty eyes fixed on Lorena-- "Do I get to ask what you intend to do with my eyes, at least?" He knows that probably falls under customer confidentiality, but he's just on edge enough to ask.

[snksg-blog]

It was almost dusk and it struck Kabuto that he hadn’t eaten since, what, maybe 4 days ago? Not like he really needed to eat anymore, he mused as he trudged along, seeing as the nature chakra he passively absorbed kept his body working fine enough. But there was a smell of something sweet nearby… He could go for some sweets. Frowning, he looked around, seeing a lone table with “BAKE SALE” written in big letters on a sign taped to it a little ways ahead, and sped up. Pointing at a random pastry on the fold-up table without really looking at it, he said amicably, “How much’re those?” (Not like he was carrying money, but you were supposed to ask.) 

[inflictwounds]

Earlier in the day he'd scrambled to attention whenever someone had approached, but by this point he'd worn himself out enough that sitting up a little straighter, elbows on the table with his chin in his hands, was the best he could offer the stranger.

"However much you'd like to pay. Or however little. Or nothing. Just take some of these darn things off my hands, I would not say no." That wasn't exactly a good attitude to take, especially not when it came to raising funds for the church you'd, y'know, dedicated most of your life to, but he was tired and it was really not worth the effort. Plus, at least this way someone other than the handful of pigeons that had been hanging around all day got to enjoy his wares. It all worked out in the end.

[sperora-deactivated20181224]

          — inflictwounds;;

It was unlike Klaus to touch strangers without their permission first, but this was, what he considered to be, a dire emergency. His form would duck behind the other, his pale fingers coming to grasp onto the person’s outerwear.  "Please, do not let it know of my whereabouts… They are dangerous."  Who, you may ask? Well, that little kitten that just so happened to be minding its business a few yard away from them.

[inflictwounds]

He's getting used to strangers getting handsy with him after too many nights spent trawling bars with his group for odd jobs, but it isn't usually like... this. So he can't help but jump out of his skin when he feels a pull on his coat.

"You--what are you--?"

Cel cuts himself off as the other speaks, and he's almost worried for a second before he makes the connection between the stranger's wary gaze and the little ball of fluff. Really? That?

"...You know what they say about tiny things being more scared of you than you are of them, right...?"

[maggotdick-deactivated20200330]

                          “No…” Nate sniffs once more, pulling away from the                     stranger. He takes a deep breath, stepping back before                               letting it back out. “I’m good…..I’m okay….”                                                    Nate are you sure…

[inflictwounds]

Cel sighs, rolling his eyes. He's going to dig around in his bag for a pack of tissues all the same and hand them to the man. "Just in case." Crossing his arms over his chest, he takes a moment to appraise the stranger. "So... do you have a name, or what?" Kind of a weird time for introductions, but they're practically bros now after that hug.

[firetivity-blog]

ask my character anything you want——anything. they have to answer truthfully.

[royute-deactivated20150508]

My dash is dead as all hell, so could you do me a favor and reblog this if you’re OC friendly??

[maggotdick-deactivated20200330]

                  Cue the dramatic response. “God send—- yer an angel!”             Nate takes them, beginning to cry, though there weren’t any             visible tears— the noise he was making was enough to tell.              ”Dis is so nice….” He sniffs, quickly bringing the other into                          an embrace. “I luv ya………..yer so nice….”

[inflictwounds]

Okay, now he's being hugged, this is fine. He's had weirder. Well, from weirder people at least. Mostly gnomes. "N-no problem. Just doing God's good work." Cue the awkward back patting. It's kind of painfully obvious how little hugging experience he has. "Are you okay? Do you need, like... a tissue?"

[thecircusfreaks]

She then took out a 10 dollar bill and gave it to the boy. “Here you go.” Her smile remained on her lips as she looked at the little cakes before looking back at the boy. “Say you made these yourself or are you just selling them?” She asked as she took two and took a bite from one of the two little cakes and she had to say that this one was delicious. “This is really good!” She said in a cheerful tone.

[inflictwounds]

His cheeks coloured, and his gaze slipped away from the girl to stare pointedly at the floor. "I, uh, yeah, I made them..." was the embarrassed reply, leaving out the part where he stayed up till dawn making them (though the yawn that he stifled just at the thought of that was telling). "They're lemon vanilla flavour--I'm really glad you like them--!" Yeah, he couldn't help but break out in a smile. It was nice to have his efforts be recognised.

[inflictwounds]

; goood morning ;3

[snksg-blog]

new kabuto yakushi rp blog! looking for people to follow & rp with… like, reblog, or follow if you’d like a starter.

[courageousdefault]

               Without really thinking her action through, she stopped before the other. Concern became evident on her features, removing a cloth from her pocket. Giving a small click of her tongue, she dabbed at his cheek. ” I saw what happened. You okay? ” It was just water splashed from a horse-drawn carriage, but still—it’d be unfortunate if the other caught a cold because of someone else’s carelessness.  

[inflictwounds]

To be honest, he'd been lost deep enough in thought that he hadn't even noticed the water until his clothes had been soaked through for long enough for the chill to start sinking in. He'd just kept walking, only stopping when this stranger appeared to assist him (something for which he was thoroughly grateful). "Oh--I'm fine. I think. Just a little careless of me, not hearing it coming." Celeborn offered her an awkward little smile. "Thanks for caring."

[inflictwounds]

snksg

He's been at this bake sale since dawn and now it's, god, he has no idea, he didn't bring a watch--not dawn any more, that's for sure. Total haul thus far: several dollars and an order for cake pops for someone's birthday party (despite his insistence that this wasn't his job). By this point he's just given up, content to just feed his merchandise to the birds in between brief and useless naps and wait for one of the fathers to come tell him he can pack up.

[multiversemerchant-blog]

"You have my word that should you agree to this your eyes will be yours at the end." Her smile returned to its usual grin. "Though I make no promises about other payments. Cost for cost, after all." She gently takes his face in her hands, pulling him close for examination. It only takes moment for her to decide what spell to use.

Loren lets him go and steps back, pleased that she’s not only gained a customer, but will now have the means to barter with another. Today will certainly be profitable. “What I need from you is simple. I container that can hold lightning-” she holds up a hand to stall any discussion, “not merely electricity. It needs to be harvested, natural lightning. When you have done that, bring it and an item that you can keep on you at all times. Once you have made payment, I will restore your eyes and make your item. Do we have an accord?”

[inflictwounds]

"A container that can hold lightning," he repeats in a murmur, mulling it over. That, at least, is something he is sure he can buy or enchant for actual gold, not some strange bargain like this. His group had met storm giants before--it'd be a simple enough matter to convince one of them to help him with the harvesting part, at least. Convincing his group to run an errand for him, however, would be an entirely different matter.

Celeborn nods after a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's a deal. Now just--just get it over with. Please." The sooner she does it, the sooner he can start getting used to his new handicap. And the sooner he can return to her and get his eyes placed back into his skull where they belong.

[inflictwounds]

cel is scared of fire because it stole the lives of two of his friends;

and of the dark because the dark is just fuckin creepy

[multiversemerchant-blog]

With a click of her tongue, she takes a moment to glance at his neck before moving back into his line of sight. It’s no surprise that he’s balking, after all most would when told of such a price. “You’re asking for a powerful enchantment. I could ask for other things, equal in value. Years off of your life, a limb, even a portion of your magic.” Her smile is not unkind as she explains. “Any of those would be within my right to claim for what you asked. ”  Lorena tilts her head to consider him.

"But I do prefer repeat customers, so the terms can be changed." She raised a hand to Celeborn’s face, gently touching a finger to his temple. "I’m looking for something for another customer. If you fetch an item for me, I’ll only take your eyes as a deposit of sort. Purely temporary, and I will make sure you are still able to see." The terms were more than generous, and she would likely be working at a loss. But treated correctly he could become a regular.

[inflictwounds]

There are shivers moving down his spine with every other beat of his heart by now, less because of what might happen and more because he knows he has no other choice. What else can he do? There's nowhere else he can go for this, and no argument he can make to improve his circumstances--Cel knows less than nothing about bartering but he knows that the deal he's been offered is weighed more heavily in his favour than he could have hoped for.

He sighs, screwing his eyes shut tight for a second before opening them and letting his gaze meet hers again. "I have--me and the rest of my team, we can get the item for you if it's within our means--fine. Fine. But swear you'll give them back--" not that her word really means anything, "--and that next time you just take the years." Adventurers never have a long life span to begin with, anyway.

[maggotdick-deactivated20200330]

                    “Really? Yer just gonna let me takem?” Take a step             back…… he might explode. “The fruit socks?” His eyes are                                          beginning to tear up…….

[inflictwounds]

"Uh... yes? They're just socks." He always tries to do good for people but this isn't... usually how it happens. He's just going to kick off his shoes and take the socks off right then and there. "Here you go? The fruit socks. Treat them well."