The Swamp Shack

"Wh-what? Oh! Hello, visitor! What brings you here?" ===== ((An ask/RP blog for a fandomless OC Is probably NSFW Will be active during somewhat random times but mostly during the afternoon/evening on weekdays and sporadically on weekends/school breaks))

[necrofrogateer]

I'm not telling the truth

I'm not sure what it is I'm not telling the truth about

But whatever it is I'm talking about, I'm lying about it.

[necrofrogateer]

OOC

(( i have done the thing

i have gotten drawn new icon for this bloge

Will update soon

and by soon i mean "however long it takes to do the thing" and after I fully wake up

hhhaahaaha ))

[necrofrogateer]

What do you do with the spirits once you've collected them?

It depends on the spirit.

The majority I ‘bind’ to objects, usually small stones or something important to the spirit that they’ve somehow managed to hold on to, and if they are fairly pleasant I may give it back to them, as a gift of sorts. These are usually the ones that return for game nights.

The ones that aren’t so pleasant…….

…………………………hhmmm…

It’s difficult to describe, exactly, but the simplest way I can explain it is eating them. Mind you, that’s not exactly what happens, but it’s the closest I can get to describing it without breaking down in to technical jargon and ectobabble.

[necrofrogateer]

do you have a preferred drink?

I rather enjoy various types of tea.

I’m also fond of honey wine, though I very rarely have it, which is disappointing.

[necrofrogateer]

u & me, 8 for pizza

……….

okay?

[necrofrogateer]

In other news, no, I don't personally care about how my species' culture is effectively extinct, it happened far too long ago for it to make a difference for me.

The spirits of my ancestors, however, are rightly bothered and rather angry, so I suggest anyone unprepared to fight the undead not come venturing about the general area of the marshlands.

I'll be dealing with them shortly, but consider this a warning, ehr....

PSA??

is that what you call them?

[necrofrogateer]

I apologize for my absence.

Some colleagues/former fellow apprentices of mine requested my assistance for something they needed to do and I thought it would be in my best interests to help.

Which it was, for the most part.

The lack of proper shelter and it being cold as a witch's tit in a cast iron bra was somewhat of a downside.

And by somewhat I mean major.

[necrofrogateer]

im dead for one thing

That’s obvious.

Do you need assistance with anything?

[necrofrogateer]

helo i am ghoster hep the me

What do you need help with, spirit?

[necrofrogateer]

You have pretty eyes to be honest

Ehm….

Thanks?

[necrofrogateer]

pls toad, i mean i can leave right after

Don’t push it, anon.

[necrofrogateer]

incubus ((wonk wonk ;) ))

I said no

[necrofrogateer]

Incubus, pls tell me I would rlly like to know ;)

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

No.

I have no interest in such things.

Please leave.

((yes you do, toad, you just don’t want to admit it. Or endanger anyone because of the whole ‘necromancer’ thing. mostly the second one))

[necrofrogateer]

Genie, Witch

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

I would wish to not have these accursed eyes and a vastly different skillset.

In other words I would wish to not be a necromancer.

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

I would change it so that the sky would be either very clear at night, with the exception of rain, as that’s kind of important, or snowing during the winter.

I might not be able to stand low temperatures that well, but when I do get the opportunity to watch the snow fall through the window, it's quite an experience and I wish it would happen at least slightly more often.

For extra snowy wonder, just add hot tea.

[necrofrogateer]

what-ith do-ith with-ith yourself-ith? How have you become frog man>

I’m having difficulty deciphering your first question, but I have no memories of not being a ‘frog-man’, so I assume I always was one.

[necrofrogateer]

If anyone is familiar with a man that goes by the name of 'Gear', would you please tell him to come pick up his child?

The child's spirit found it's way to me some time ago and won't stop crying for his father

[ask-damned-elsen]

"You seem unhappy, small one. What seems to be the trouble?"

"I am in so much… emotional pain… I just… give up sir… I give up on life… I-I don’t see a lot of reason of why should I be here…" 

There was a short dead silence and then the elsen broke to cry.

"I just don’t know what to do!!! I killed a lot of people and I am not productive and people hate and I just don’t want to live anymore!" He cried out

[necrofrogateer]

Toad turned the dagger over in his hand as he considered his options.

Just do it, slide the blade between the ribs, pierce his heart, it’d be so ~simple~……ah, but is this blade long enough for that? What about….ah, but then……what if-

"No, I refuse to end your life. As I’ve said before, it would only make your suffering worse." He tossed the dagger to the side.

[ask-damned-elsen]

"How d-do know… how do you know my suffering will be worse…? This pain is greater than burning alive, than losing a loved one… I-it’s… losing yourself… losing your life… not dying but… knowing you are nothing but a living corpse…"

The elsen sat down and hugged his legs to his chest, he sighed.

"I don’t know wh-what to do, sir… I’ve lost not my mind… but myself…"

[necrofrogateer]

"Knowing this sort of thing is part of my job, though I suppose it would be more something one picks up on over time…"

As Toad listened to the elsen continue, he thought of something

Hm, if this one is being literal about the living corpse statement, perhaps this whole thing could -partly- be the host body rejecting the soul put into it…..though I don’t recall ever reading that wishing to become dead -again- being a sign, it’s usually something like not feeling real, which it sounds like this fellow is experiencing………Perhaps I’m over-thinking……hhrmm, this is certainly a puzzle

He sat down opposite the elsen, leaving a decently sized gap between them (more for his own comfort than the other being’s), before replying

"Forgive me if I sound a bit harsh, but have you tried going to somewhere else? Somewhere less stressful? Perhaps leaving for elsewhere could put you in the general direction of feeling less stressed?? I don’t have very much experience with this type of thing, er, at least not on those still alive, my apologies."