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(( That sudden realization that it’s been ages since I’ve logged in or spoken to about 90% of my friends.
At least now I’m free and will never attend art college ever again in my life. ))

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Update
(( That sudden realization that it’s been ages since I’ve logged in or spoken to about 90% of my friends.
At least now I’m free and will never attend art college ever again in my life. ))
(( He doesn’t celebrate the holiday but I needed to get this out of my system.
Happy Thanksgiving from the Templar Turkey~! ))
💀 Horror Movie Quote Starters! 💀
"It can look like anyone, but there’s only one of it."
"Be afraid... Be very afraid."
"When there's no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth."
"I see dead people."
"I think we'll start with a reign of terror."
"I've seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly."
"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."
"Do you like scary movies?"
"We’ll tear your soul apart!"
"I’m afraid to close my eyes, I’m afraid to open them."
"When the music stops, you see him in the mirror standing behind you."
"That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching."
"If you call out to one of the dead, all of them can hear you."
"I’ve met my demons and they are many. I’ve seen the devil, and he is me."
"What an excellent day for an exorcism."
"Oh yes, there will be blood!"
"It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare."
"I feel it. I feel it breathing on me!"
"It's not the house that's haunted."
malfattoildottore has found the church
Oh, that get her to change somewhat, seeming to peek an eye at the other, brown eyes staring more now. “and what do you want, l have no money to give you, most of it is gone or have gone to the church or the people who need it more” she goes to side eye the other now more so. “you may stay, as long as you not going to bark at me for working as you talk and tell me about this herb”
The doctor shook his head. “My services are complimentary to your establishment, just not always wanted.” He had a reputation for being a murderer more than a healer, though he was still a competent doctor when he chose to be. To answer her request about the herb, he reached into his pouch and pulled out a small vial. “This isn’t just one herb, but a mixture of things I’ve found to be quite effective in waking the senses. Not more than five ingredients, but ginger is one of them. I use it myself to keep awake during late housecalls.” A loose lie, considering his idea of ‘late housecalls’ is usually cold-blooded murder, but he didn’t want to outright tell this woman what he really did that caused him to stay up so late at night.
“I should learn how to do lock picking.” He said as he opened the box and found some gold coins and some jewels.
“I could teach you when we have time.” He let Joe have the contents of the box, instead opting to walk by and carefully look down either side of the hallway to check for guards.
Justin nodded and kept standing in the same spot, a little afraid to move. The comment the doctor had made didn’t help, but he managed to keep a brave face.
A few minutes later the doctor emerged from the room in a freshly cleaned plague doctor’s uniform. One of his spares with black, white and red coloring and the caduceus symbol, a winged staff criss-crossed by two snakes on the front. The beaked mask seemed much pointier too. Not much less menacing than his green outfit from before. “My apologies for the delay, I try not to make a habit of getting blood on my patients.” He glanced back at the cadaver on the table, then back at Justin. “Let’s continue this in my office then, hmm? It’s much cleaner there.”
“Bene.” She mumbles, turning her attentions elsewhere back to his face though obscured by that bone white beak that still sent chills down her spine. Fiora grins sharply, unclenching her hand she keeps her gaze trained on him stealing quick glances to his hands which she notes are stained whether with blood or whatever liquid his vials carried, she couldn’t tell nor did she want to know. “Carry me uccellino.”
“Carry you~?” He’d never expect her to directly ask him that, but would be the last man alive to allow her to change her mind after such a request. He enjoyed carrying her no matter what the situation. Moving forward, he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, not caring what for.
Looking over Joe’s shoulder, he saw the box and asked. “Does it have a lock that can be picked?” He liked picking locks.
He gave the box to him, sure enough, there was a lock on it.
Upon discovering the lock, Malfatto almost trembled with excitement. “This won’t take long.” He wasted no time pulling out his lock picking kit from a pouch on his belt, and set to work picking the lock. It was tricky at first, but with a ‘click’ he managed to open the the box and hand it back to Joe.
I got your reply and replied to it, just to let you know.
(( Ahh thank ye! I’d lost track of who I’d replied to for a sec. ;v; I’ll go find the post. ))
[ I'm still a shameless Malfatto/Fiora shipper too :'')))
(( -gives you the tightest of hugs- This pleases me. :’D ))
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This is for people who might have twisted ideas for rp, and want people to know they’re open to it. Doesn’t mean you condone, but if you want the dark stuff, the stuff that makes people squirm, and aren’t triggered — I think it’d be good to let people know. Triggers aren’t something unacceptable, of course. But I think it’d be good to help people find others that don’t have that limit to themselves and are fortunate enough to not experience triggering things.
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malfattoildottore has found the church
She just let him, her pulse was normal. “sometimes but then l just shake it off and get back to my work, really…l do not see the big deal about this” she tried to play it cool but clearly she not okay with doctors. “l am sorry for being short with you, it just you and the other doctors keep saying the same thing and it does not help”
“My apologies for the inconvenience.” Her pulse was fine, though he could tell she really did not want him around much longer. “I can’t really suggest much else besides what has already been suggested...” He paused to think about his next words, considering he was very much familiar with not getting enough sleep himself. He would be a hypocrite to order her to get more sleep, though he’d certainly at least suggest it after offering a different solution. “... This isn’t something I or most doctors would normally condone, but I have an herb mixture that might give you more energy.”
“Ah, hello! I am here for a checkup.” Justin answered looking at the corpse the doctor was dissecting. He wondered why anyone would send him here but they said he was very good at what he did.
“That’s good to hear.” He put his forceps aside and walked towards a room at the far wall. “Wait here while I change into a less bloody outfit.” He entered the room and closed the door behind him, only to slightly open it again as if he’d forgotten something. “Oh, and try not to touch anything please. My last patient thought it would be funny to steal one of my tools. He may or may not be the person laying on that table in front of you~” Malfatto was joking of course, though his demeanor and appearance made it hard to tell.
Malfatto climbed inside after Joe’s signal, alert and listening for anyone who might come towards the room they were in. He also helped look around the room to see if there was anything that might be useful. Though there didn’t seem to be much that would aid him any better than what he had on hand anyway. Just an ink-dipped quill pen and papers on a desk and books on a shelf. Perhaps this was someone’s office?
Joe looked around and moved around and looked around to see what he could find. He found a strong box and tried to open it. He wondered what could be inside of it.
Looking over Joe’s shoulder, he saw the box and asked. “Does it have a lock that can be picked?” He liked picking locks.
“Of course.” She nods smile changing into a smirk, internally she cringes at the mention of a corpse but it was his profession as a doctor and murderer of women. She looks down at his arm and then to his hips, counts the number of vials and his trusty syringe. “And yourself?”
“Never better.” He catches her eyes looking down at his preferred choice of murder weapon, though he mentions nothing about it. One vial is missing, inside the body of his latest victim in an alley not too far away. Blood evidence of a kill could be seen on his gloves and syringe if she looked close enough.