Sikfox's Rare RP Adventures

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“Oh come now, now you are simply trying to make me flustered!” She chuckled amused, nodding as she let him take his time looking it over. “But then, I can do all those things and much, much more.~” Amusing herself for a moment, she’d look over to the zombie and Oskar, observing their little…play date. Curious, really. Had Oskar ever shared a moment like that with someone else? She could not remember. She’d have to keep an eye on that… “Hmhmm… Two years…” She looked thoughtful, gazing back over at him with the tilt of her head. Two years for her was nothing, but then her concept of time was not that of mere mobs anymore… Was it? “I suppose so… Although, this is not just a ploy to make sure you will meet me again, is it?” She grinned, raising an eyebrow at him before swishing her head, the new pointer added on to the paper before him. “You are welcome to visit our home whenever you’d like Warden. I have much more to offer.” Humming, she looked back over to the children. “… And I suppose your dog is allowed to. As long as he doesn’t… distract Oskar too much. He has quite a lot of responsabilities at home…” Oskar was simply looking curious at the zombie hesitating back and forth, clearly pondering something. What, did he think it was gross he was holding it? Was he- Oh! Nevermind, there he went. Smiling happily with that, he licked off the crumbs and saliva from his claws as he reached out with his other hand to pet Icarus. “Good boy. What else do you wanna eat? We have a lot of things left to try!” Gasp. Picking up a slice of cake, he took a bite, humming happily. “This one is my favorite! I haven’t had it in so looong… You wanna try?” Not a little sheep moving to site side by side to Icarus, leaning against him as he offered his own slice.

The charred skeleton guffawed. The contract crinkling around the edges in his grip as he tries to hide his face from the cheeks down. His dessert clinking gently in his lap untouched but never spilling.

“Well, its not everyday that I get to have business talks along with baked goods and a mature companion,” he half mumbled before perking himself back up. Another glance down at the parchment showed that the amenities had been made. A low whistle escaped between his teeth, impressed at how easy she made it look. Quill in hand, he read it over once more, squinting for hidden fine print and even checking the back of the paper, before finally relenting and signing with a pleasant hum.

Warden smiled down at the newly decreed partnership. Or as much of a smile as a skull could make. But his attention was pulled upward and over to the others at Esket’s mention. Personally he didn’t see much wrong with the picture. Icarus making ‘friends’ was a common thing. He just hoped this one wouldn’t end up in another ‘accident’ as well. Can’t have that blemish a newfound relationship.

“Icky can behave himself when ordered but outside travel isn’t his usual routine. Might cause a little...” He clicked his teeth together as he tried to find gentle wordage, “-kerfuffle. Not to mention he does NOT do well in sunlight.” Warden laughs as he hands the signed contract back to her, as well as the quill.

“I can have him along maybe in a bag, but his job isn’t protection. Merely emotional support. Nether, you can borrow him if you’d like. Stress from everyday life builds up. Good to have a deaf ear and a scattered brain listen to your problems every once in a while to help put things in perspective.”

Icarus glanced over at the mention of his nickname but quickly drew his attention back to the happy lamb next to him. It was hard to focus when Oskar was beginning to act like his old self again. He nodded sharply at the offer of cake and gave it a sniff to see if he could guess the ingredients.

“.... whyyyyy is thisss one... favoriiiite?” He leaned back on one arm just behind Oskar to make space for the other to inch closer. “What does iiiiit taste like?”

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↝↝↝ Warden cackled giddily when Esket seemed to approve of their little deal. Oh, she was such a good sport about all this! No threat of violence, no show of physical brute force, no mental mind games. As much fun as threats were, they did get boring after a while. Not to mention a true artisan of the craft wouldn’t need idle threats. Warden knew there was no need for such words because just by locking eyes with her he could practically feel something scratch inside his skull. Like a gnarly claw dragging down against the ashy interior of his mind. Already enough to deem her a force not to be trifled with. 

Bodies were easy to come by. And with this deal, the problem of overpopulation would be dealt with! No more annoying messages from his employees about lack of supplies or room. It took willpower to not tamp his feet in jubilation. 

“Well then, aside from a handshake or some sort of written form of a real agreement, I do believe that is business! Transfers can be made easily if you live near a Nether Portal. If you give me coordinates of your’s above world, I can build one down here to try and match one closest to your location. It’s how I do all my exchanges~” 

Icarus munched noisily to try and get Oskar to pay more attention to their corner of the world than elsewhere. And it seemed to have worked a little. He swallowed his bite down, ignoring the tingle of gentle scrapes down his throat. Instead he chose to focus on the sheep in front of his face. He stuck his tongue out playfully. 

“Hhrmmmmm…. Maaaaaybeeeee?” 

“Indeeed…~” She hummed amusedly, drawing magic to her hand as she summoned a parchment in her hand, reading through a contract as she used a quill to idly add her signature. “I do have my personal portal, I shall give you the coordinates…” Adding another parchment, before gently hovering it over to him, holding out the quill for him. “And read the fine print, will you darling?~” Standard contract. All that they had discussed of. No oddities or weird things in the fineprint… Aside from the consequenses where he to fail a shipment… But, that would never happen now, would it? “And do be free to give me a proper list of what you need… I will make sure I have it in stock for you.” The zombie had fully caught Oskar’s attention by now, giggling as he looked interested in how he swallowed the bits of plate. He could even see it going down, leaning in… Blinking at the playfulness, he started to smile again. “Whaat, what’s with the cheeky puppy?~” He giggled, reaching out to squish his tongue, before picking up a piece of pie with his claws, holding it out to Icarus. And then he looked exepctingly, tilting his head.  “Here, good dog.~”

“Ah! A baker, craftsman, bargainer, and now deal maker. I’m beginning to think there’s little you CAN’T do,” he joked as he took the parchment and quill. No stranger to weird semantics and stipulations, the funny little wither skeleton had a keen eye for details regarding matters of his well-being. But, all in all, he couldn’t find much wrong with the contract. A steady supply shipment. At most once every week, at least, once every month. He could agree to that. Even if he was low on prisoners, there was never a shortage of piglins around. A soul was a soul. 

Mentally he chuckled at the threat in case he failed. A bit self-deprecating that he wasn’t worth much aside from his skull, but at least the fail safe for the prison would work out just fine. However, if he wanted to keep those he cared for alive, he shouldn’t fail in this. Hm. Maybe he should add his own addendum.

“If I may add one more thing to this before I sign? An agreement about a renewal. Every two years. Two years pass and we sign new contracts should anything change or the other is no longer in need of the other’s services. Sound fair?” 

Icarus tried not to wiggle too much in his seat as he heard Oskar laugh. Not quite as loud but it was better than the dour look he sported earlier. Progress! Oskar was playing along but he had expected the sheep use a utensil or maybe just throw something into his gaping maw. Instead Oskar held out two claws that held the dripping confection. Icarus swallowed dryly. Did.... Did Oskar trust him THAT much? To not bite him? Anyone else would be scared for their lives to put their limbs anywhere near a zombie.

“......” He licked his lips, hesitating. No no. This was good! Oskar thought of his as a friend. Not a test. This wasn’t a test. Before he could persuade himself out of the game he created Icarus leaned in and quickly swiped the piece of the pie up, keeping his jaws locked open and only using his tongue. As soon as the treat was away from Oskar’s hand did he allow himself to chomp down. And even though his sense of taste had dulled over the years... Seeing how much Oskar trusted him in only a few days made the piece of pie taste sweeter than anything.

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“Mhh.. Good… I’m pleased we are on the same page.” Humming idly, she smiled at the notion of lives depending on her, How very amusing. “Indeed, it seems like quite a lot of the… patrons of the Overworld have come to rely on me.” Listening to his woes, she observed his theatrics, still stoic and elegant in her demeanor. Bit of an odd pair.

“I see not much changes… I have just what you would need to keep your prison… secure… No matter what happens.” Quartz and bodies. Her smile widened, shaking her head, before locking her eyes with his. “Quartz is of little use to me in such quantities… Bodies, however…” Oh, how many different creatures she could get her hands on from a prison… Without any fuss. “Bodies. Alive or not, matters little. The more intact of a soul however, the more valuable they are to me. And if there is someone rather troublesome, I pride myself in owning my own little cage… Nothing as fancy as yours! But enough to keep… most creatures observed.”

She’d end up nodding a bit. “More than adequate payment for some scrolls and potions… Such a trade can last for quite a while, is there demand for it, Warden. You’d have a powerful ally.~”

Oh. Oskar blinked, taken out of dissociation for a moment as he looked over to the weird noise and - … what was he doing. Blinking again, he stared at Icarus before letting out a snort. Not the usual, bubbly loud giggle, but a soft quiet snort. “You are such a silly puppy…” There really wasn’t any more emotion on his face as he reached over, taking a hold of Icarus’ face to check that he didn’t have any injuries from… eating a plate. “You eat what’s on the plate… Mhh.. Is it difficult for you?” Finally, he took a bite himself, looking at him with mild curiosity. “… Do you want me to feed you?”

↝↝↝ Warden cackled giddily when Esket seemed to approve of their little deal. Oh, she was such a good sport about all this! No threat of violence, no show of physical brute force, no mental mind games. As much fun as threats are, they did get boring after a while. Not to mention a true artisan of the craft wouldn’t need idle threats. Warden knew there was no need for such words because by just locking a stare with her he could practically feel something scratch inside his skull. Like a gnarly claw dragging down against the ashy interior of his mind. Already enough to deem her a force not to be trifled with. 

Bodies were easy to come by. And with this deal, the problem of overpopulation would be dealt with! No more annoying messages from his employees about lack of supplies or room. It took willpower to not tamp his feet in jubilation. 

“Well then, aside from a handshake or some sort of written form of a real agreement, I do believe that is business! Transfers can be made easily if you live near a Nether Portal. If you give me coordinates of your’s above world, I can build one down here to try and match one closest to your location. It’s how I do all my exchanges~” 

Icarus munched noisily to try and get Oskar to pay more attention to their corner of the world than elsewhere. And it seemed to have worked a little. He swallowed his bite down, ignoring the tingle of gentle scrapes down his throat. Instead he chose to focus on the sheep in front of his face. He stuck his tongue out playfully. 

“Hhrmmmmm.... Maaaaaybeeeee?” 

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“Oh, you are too amusing.” Esket chuckled, smiling idly as she observed, resting her staff against her chair and moving to lean her chin onto her hand. “However, I do assure you I am as experienced in bakery as I am enchanting and alchemy… If not more. This is simply a hobby, something to do with leftover resources.~” Leaning back into her chair, she did nod at the mention of businuess. “While pleasure is always welcome, I do prefer the businuess aspect… At least, to an extent.” At the question of morality, she blinked suprised, before letting out a hearty laughter. Holding up her hand to cover her mouth in a modest manner, she let out a sigh. “Oh my! You simply are too much, Warden.” There was a chilling wind as she smiled, although her eyes were not quite as innocent as the aura got… menacing. For a split second. “Morality matters little in life, does it not? All I care about are the results. There’s no need to be meaninglessly cruel… But I am not known for mercy.” She smiled, deceptively sweet. “You would do well in remembering that, should you cross me.~” Oskar was… absentminded. If he was a good kid, wellbehaved, don’t speak up… He knew there was a time to act all cutesy and energetic, and a time where he was supposed to sit and be quiet. His ears flickered, glancing up at Icarus… Oh. Right, Puppy is still here. He quickly glanced at Esket, who seemed to be paying them little mind, before reaching over.  “Here…  give it to me.” How… oddly timid he was, taking the pie before slicing it up with skill. He’d put a piece on three plates - handing one to Warden silently, before giving the other to Icarus, sitting down with his plate. Esket seemed to have little interest in the food, and Oskar was… hesitating to eat. 

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“Wouldn’t dream of it~” Warden sang back, shoulders shaking as he held back a laugh. Red irises disappeared momentarily before blinking back into existence. “Boundaries are important to a growing business relationship. It’s good to know that you can see the broader picture. Essential when numerous lives depend on you. Oh! Thank you, dear.” 

He took the offered plate and made of showing of giving it a big sniff before settling it into his lap. Teeth clacked together in a mock motion of licking one’s lips. Though his skull looked down at his plate he mind remained focus on their chat. “I’m always in the business of certain potions. Spells too that might help keep my prison fortified. I’ve been surviving off the good nature of the Nether Treaty for centuries but I fear that there might be a break in the civility soon... Growing unease,” he stressed, finally looking back at her. “Rumors, but that sort of talk is dangerous around here. I cannot offer gold or iron, but I am plentiful in quartz! ....and bodies.” 

Icarus took his plate but settled it on the rug when he couldn’t trust his hands to keep the plate upright. But it was quickly picked back up and brought closer to his face. It smelled unique. Also a tad familiar. He waited for Oskar to eat with him but noticed the sheep stalling. Oh! Maybe he was nervous eating in front of people. Easy fix! He slid the slice to the edge of the plate and then took a bite of what he could get. He maybe took a bit of the plate too as he could feel something crunch between his teeth.

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Oskar barely heard Icarus, just tightening his grip when he saw the stupid skeleton move into kiss her hand and that was his mother how dare he touch- “…Yeah.” He huffed, although he did not turn his gaze away from Warden.

“Oh, you simply are too much, darling. I’m certain you have plenty intruiging characters.”  She hummed, nodding idly at the comments. “When you get to my age, you learn to notice things… I do love to study quite a bit… Comes with being… a witch.” Chuckling, she merely made a gesture with her hand. “Please, do show the way. I am oh so intrigued as to the tales you have to offer…”  And as they would walk, Esket gave Oskar a cold look, that made his eyes change. Nothing like the gaze he could give, it incited fear and domination. And Icarus could notice the shiver up his spine, and the arms trembling ever so slightly in fear. “Do behave, darling. This is important.” And then she just smiled at Icarus, before going to follow Warden. Oskar, had to remember to breathe again, a soft nod as he quietly tugged Icarus along. What a healthy relationship. Once they had arrived at the clearing, Oskar had helped to set down a relatively large rug, taking out all of the goods that Esket had baked for the occasion. Plenty of pies, cakes and some brownies. All with questionable ingredients. “Please, help yourselves! I do hope I made enough for everybody. My little one is quite the eater. I’m sure even Icarus will find something to his taste…” Esket hummed, summoning a chair that really resembled more a throne, settling down. And she would get one other, more humble as she motioned to Warden. “Come now, why don’t you sit with me, good sir?”

Oskar would have no issues sitting down on the floor - closer to the food as he tugged Icarus close. And he didn’t know why ( maybe it was the scare his mother gave him a moment ago ) but he really wanted to be close to him, leaning against him. As if the puppy could do anything to protect him. ( Protect him from what? )

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“Oh-! For me~?” Warden had been about to hike up his robes and drop his keester right on the warm grass knoll. But a chair! A magically appearing chair! He laughed at the peculiarity of it before remembering he was in the company of a powerful witch. “You spoil me already. And we haven’t even started shop talk, haha~” Without hesitation he sidled over and sat among the plush seat. He leaned into it before leaning heavily onto one the arm rests, chin in hand. 

“The spread looks divine! Hand made treats? Perhaps instead of looking into spells and potions, I could always hire you as a baker.” Oooh~! What to pick, what to pick! They all looked delicious. “But since I keep bringing up business, I suppose I should stop beating around the netherbush...” Warden chuckled quietly. “Before any offers or talk of wonderful benefits! Perhaps I should ask... Where exactly does your moral compass point to? I don’t want to make any assumptions just because of your profession.”

On the opposite side of the pair, Icarus kept his head turned to Oskar. He helped a little by adjusting the plates of food about when Oskar needed a little more space for the bounty they provided. When every beautiful morsel was out in the open still he kept his attention on the other beside him. Icarus only pulled back once and that was to reach behind his head and undo the buckle that kept his mask in place. It was set aside as he attempted to smile for him. 

He wasn’t a complete idiot. Oskar was never this tense when it was just them alone. But he knew his boss wouldn’t hurt them. There was only one other variable. Maybe not the best time to bring it up. Instead he picked up a pie platter in hopes of distracting the other.

“Ozzz? Hhhhelp?” He’d be awful trying to cut and serve pie with his inexperienced mitts.

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“Puppy” Oskar let out a happy squeal when Icarus came over, giving him a BIG hug, squeezing him before letting him go. Esket was merely observing, raising an eyebrow as she stood stoic. How curious. She had yet to see this part of Oskar… Something would have to be done about that. Upon hearing voices, Oskar ears flicked, letting go of Icarus to look. And Esket followed his gaze. Oh.

Someone called him Icky. Someone had a nickname for him. Someone else wanted to put a leash on him. Oskar didn’t hide the glare at the skeleman, fully ignoring the human behind him. Whoever this was, he did not like him. He didn’t like how he approached his Mom with such ease, and apparenlty was the real owner of HIS zombie puppy… Esket, on the other hand, let out a amused chuckle at the theatrics. She would take up holding her hand out for him to take, ignoring the daggers glared from Oskar in the background. She was used to how… jealous he got over the attention she got. And Oskar would promptly take Icarus arm to hold, as if to make a point of something or other. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea…  “Well, well… To what do I owe such high regard? You flatter me.” She hummed, tilting her head to study him close. Eyes that looked pierced through body, bones and souls, chilling really. Despite humble words, she held herself with utmost confidence, fully knowing she was untouchable. Every word chosesn with care. “Esket Angrboða, but you may call me by my first name, Dear Warden. I was just… admiring, your establishment.” And then her eyes moved to Dru, giving him a sultry smile before turning her gaze back upon the Warden. “I believe my son invited me to this picnic… I do hope he has not been… troublesome. He’s quite the energetic child, as you may have noticed. And I believe he has taken a… liking to your dog.”

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The guard in white gave a polite smile and small bow of his head in greeting to Esket but returned to surveying the area around them.

Icarus on the other hand hummed a single note, happy to see that his boss and the witch seemed to getting along well enough for now. He knew Warden could be hard to understand at times. But the lady was smiling at his antics which was a big relief. However, Icarus felt the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand and he looked around. A feeling of dread was creeping up his spine but nothing seemed to be amiss. Ah-- Well. Except for the grip Oskar had on his arm. 

He noticed the other keeping sharp eyes on his boss, almost unblinking. Oh. It wasn’t the witch he had to fear hating his boss. He hadn’t thought of what Oskar would feel. While the other two talked he nudged Oskar’s ear with the nose of his mask and chuffed softly.

“Ozzzz,” he murred quietly. “It’ssssss okaaaaaay. Soooooon caaaaaan siiiiiit and eeeeeeaaat~” Just like their last encounter. They could ignore the adults talking about their jobs and such so long as they got to talk amongst themselves too.

Warden raised Esket’s hand and made the show of kissing her hand though he made sure to not make contact. He’d hate to have his ash mar her skin in their first meeting. But soon enough he was back to being two steps away, clacking his hands together.

“It’s not very often I get beautiful visitors down here~! Usually its a very gruff and unbecoming crowd. Seeing as this is a prison and all,” he tottled, laughing to himself. His skull tilted and glanced over to Oskar and he could feel a splash of ice along his ribs at the sight of such a vicious glare being sent his way. Ah, a mama’s boy. Whoops~ “No trouble at all! I always enjoy a new wrench being thrown into my machines every decade or so, if you catch my meaning. Ah. Yes, of course. Rude of me. That is Icarus. A loyal ESZ. I’m surprised you noticed the canine qualities! You’ve got a keen eye!” Ignoring the fact that Oskar was the one to shout ‘Puppy!’ when they first arrived.

“The picnic! Of course, yes yes! We can discuss about everything and anything once we’ve all settled down. You’ve come all this way! Nether forgive me for making you stay on your feet for a moment longer. Please. Let me escort you both towards this lovely warped forest we have just beyond this bend.” 

The prison took up quite the chunk of land in the area but because of it’s size it bordered three different biomes. Straying further from the ancient structure Warden led them down a beaten path towards a forest of plentiful vegetation. It was easy to pick apart a small clearing where they could all ease down with plenty of space between them. Dru took this time to make himself scarce and disappeared from view. 

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In proposing a picnic with his new friend by a prison, Oskar’s “mother” had been easier to convince than he would’ve thought. She never really did anything for him, and if he nagged as a child, he had been reprimanded. So it was odd to just ask once, tell her it was by a Prison and have her seemingly interested. But hey, Oskar wouldn’t complain about it! It was always better to not ask questions, and take what you could get. “Icarus will probably be here somewhere!” He hummed, leading the way through the nether for his mother, not that she would really need it. Infact, she seemed quite in her element as she gracefully walked with long steps. ( Honestly, she’s so tall she could probably see over and obstacles. ) Oskar was the one carrying the basket of goods, all prepared for a little picnic. Arriving at the prisoner, she would observe the building with a studying eye, judging the structure just from the outside. “Icaruuus!~” Oskar called out, not reaaally wanting to go inside, past experiences considered. Esket seemed more interested, but stayed put as she looked around in her tall ass glory. And big, voluptuous… hat. - “I’ll be awfully disappointed if you’ve led me on a goose chase, my dear…”

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A long whining howl answered Oskar not a moment later before the colorful foliage nearby began to rustle about. In no time voices accompanied the ruckus as Icarus bursted forth first. He was dressed in his usual uniform but this time his mask was in place and keeping his wide grin hidden. 

“Ozzzzz!” Not even winded he came close to the sheep in their usual greeting of standing too close. The mask muffled the excited sniffing before he remembered that it wasn’t just Oskar this time. Glancing over and catching a look at the tall woman, he stood up straight at attention out of respect. 

“--- and this is why I wanted to bring the harness,” lamented a voice as two more figured emerged from nearby. “What if he had fallen into lava! Or worse! Icky, I swear if you’ve gotten yourself stuck again-!” The unfinished threat hung in the air as the wither skeleton came into view. Dressed in his usual attire of blue and gold robes Warden sauntered closer until he was less than 10 feet from the small group. Dru lagged behind him at a safe distance, choosing to stand near the bushes and not be directly involved if he didn’t need to.

A boney hand waved at Oskar. Warden remembered the little upstart from his first visit. Caught the whole thing on camera. And it was always fun to meet the person who’s been distracting his employee. But his attention was quickly drawn to the woman he’d never seen before. Eyeless sockets gave the witch a complete look over before he righted his bottom jaw back into place. But it wasn’t until he looked to her face that he felt something in his skull itch.

“My word.... When I was told I would be meeting with a witch way down here, I had my doubts, and maybe a few unflattering images as to what you may have looked like. And might I add that NONE of them come even close to the vision that stands before me!” he gasped, hands already at his chest as if to quell a heart that wasn’t there. “Ethereal beauty, may I humbly introduce myself.” With a flourish and a bow, the wither skeleton bent himself at the waist and swooned low enough to almost knock his skull against his knees before he righted himself back up. “I am Warden~” 

He stepped closer and offered a hand to her. “And may I ask what I may call such a stunning enchantress?” 

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Icarus inhaled deeply and sighed out the side of his cheeks to avoid blasting Oskar with rancid breath. His tongue peeked out between his teeth in a goofy smile. 

“Oooookaay! Ah….. In the daaaark. It’s fiiiiiine then,” he yielded. The dryness in his throat was slowly coming back. He huffed at the missed opportunity to talk some more without sounding like an idiot. Oh well. Maybe there would be more visits in the future. “Ozz? Waaaant to ssssstop by agaaaain? Brrrrrrring your Mom toooooo? Picnic?” 

He’d love it if Warden met her. If they got along then maybe the bag of bones would let him off duty more and…. Maybe he’d get a chance to visit the overworld again. The thought alone had him panting happily.

Good. A sight only for him. Oskar seemed pleased with that, squishing his cheeks before finally letting him go when he seemed to struggle speaking. Was it because he was holding him? Blinking at the offer, he let out a giggle. “What, are you gonna miss me or something?~” A puppy waiting for his owner to come back… “Of course I’ll come back!~ You are like, all stuck here and stuff.” Blink blink, confused head tilt. “My mom? I guess I could ask heeeer… She’s usually really busy…” Pouting, he glanced away looking a bit.. upset. Too busy for him atleast. “I’ve never had a picnic with other people though. Usually it’s just me!” Plus… If he got mom over, maybe she could help her get Icarus… Gasp! What if they could buy him like a pet or something? She had done that before!! “Okay! I will try my best to bring mom here!~ She is like, super familair with the nether and all.” Standing up, he patted down his skirt to get rid of some dirt - and really just making it messier with drying blood and saliva. “I guess I’ll head back! You can’t really come with me as you are now, right…?” Hm… “What if you run away?”

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Icarus hopped to his feet and shook his hands in barely controlled excitement. Oh! He couldn't wait to try and tell his boss about this! Warden would be so happy! More new people for him to meet??? And if Oskar's mom is as great as he says she is, Warden would be super happy too!

He smelled a promotion if things go right~! Before he could take off too far, Icarus spun to look at Oskar. The zombie tilted his head for a brief moment of thought but ultimately shook his head No.

"Ruuuun? I wooooould looooooose job. Aaaaand Waaaaarden wooooould beeeeee saaaaaad..." Icarus scratched at his neck before looking around. Such talk was dangerous around here. He inched closer to Oskar, hands bowing slowly as if to say 'Keep it down'. "Picniiiiic miiiiight heeeeelp. Seeeeee yooooou agaaaaaain~"

And just like that Icarus was all smiles again. He gave the other a gentle arm nudge with his elbow before scampering back towards the prison. So much good news in one day!

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As Oskar spoke the tension began to melt from Icarus’ shoulders. 

“Yoouuu…. You like them?” he asked quietly. The black voids twitched as he looked deeply into the other’s features, trying to find a lie. A twitch of the eyebrows, the slight tug at the corner of his lips in disgust, eyes narrowing with a sneer… Nothing. There was nothing like that on Oskar’s features that seemed to show any negative emotion. Instead, here he was, almost gushing over his disfiguration like he was talking about freckles or a piercing. 

There had been fear. But more so losing his new friend over something he couldn’t control rather than being hurt. If Oskar had deemed him ugly and chose not to return because of it… 

His heart beat increased with the kind words and praise. He licked the insides of his cheeks to clean up any slobber that threatened to coat Oskar’s hands. The close proximity did nothing to quell his rapid pulse. His head gently bobbed in the other’s hold as agreed to the question of how sensitive his eyes were. Extreme temps and light were killer but he couldn’t get the explanation out of his throat. Oskar was really really close. His nose twitched. There was no more Nether surrounding him. All he could smell was the chaotic lamb in front of his face. Of fresh blood on their breath. The cool air from the overworld that clung to his wool. 

It was only an inch or two away but Icarus pushed forward and bumped his nose into Oskar’s. He grin stretched across his face. 

“….Aether~”

“Mhm! They are super cuuuute! Are you all blind and stuff? Do you know what I look like? You knew I was pink though I guess? Oh! Or maybe you have like, a sixth sense!” Blinking, he looked at Icarus seeming a bit… overwhelmed. Oops! So he slowed down, blinking confused when the heart was still beating. He didn’t seem so fearful anymore, so why was it still beating so fast? Maybe it took longer for zombies to regulate… Huh?  Blinking, he looked confused for a moment, flinching a bit at the nose touch. … Weird. That didn’t feel gross, or an invasion of space… Must be because he is just a little dog! “We are in the nether, silly!” Oscar giggled, completely oblivious to any deeper meaning behind the word, shaking his head. “You look much calmer now though! Seee? It’s not so scaryyy! If they can like, not be sensetive or something, you should show me them more.~” Hm… did that mean most other people didn’t see them? “… Only me though, okay?~”

[sikfox-roleplaying]

Icarus inhaled deeply and sighed out the side of his cheeks to avoid blasting Oskar with rancid breath. His tongue peeked out between his teeth in a goofy smile. 

“Oooookaay! Ah..... In the daaaark. It’s fiiiiiine then,” he yielded. The dryness in his throat was slowly coming back. He huffed at the missed opportunity to talk some more without sounding like an idiot. Oh well. Maybe there would be more visits in the future. “Ozz? Waaaant to ssssstop by agaaaain? Brrrrrrring your Mom toooooo? Picnic?” 

He’d love it if Warden met her. If they got along then maybe the bag of bones would let him off duty more and.... Maybe he’d get a chance to visit the overworld again. The thought alone had him panting happily.

[sikfox-roleplaying]

convallamarin-rp​:

sikfox-roleplaying​:

With fresh blood flowing through his veins Icarus was capable of giving a little embarrassed blush at the praise. Warden called him special all the time but it kind of felt different coming from Oskar. More like.. It wasn’t expected of him. Because they don’t work together. And not so much calling him special so he can go do some work elsewhere.

“Ooohhhhh.” A witch. Another thing he hadn’t seen in quite some time. He wondered if it was someone the Warden would get along with. He too was also tall, black, and…. Wait. What was gothy? Was that like gaudy? Oh, they would definitely get along then. Should he ask that Oskar bring his mom to visit some time? 

The internal questions seemed to be endless in his excitement. He wanted his new friends to get along with his boss. Maybe that would equal more visits! It wasn’t until Oskar’s wooly warmth brushed his uniform did he check back in with what was happening in front of him. He froze, shoulders tense at how close the other suddenly was. His tongue lapped at the roof of his mouth as he fought the urge to lunge forward and bite. A knee-jerk reaction to someone being this close to him. The question about what color Oskar really was caught in his throat as he felt claws touch his bangs.

“Whhhhh-whaaat are yooooou-?” Icarus winced slightly as he felt the heat of the Nether caress his eyes. Two black glossy voids stared back at Oskar, unable to blink at the audacity other’s curiosity. His brows crinkled together almost in a pained expression. Another bad thing about recently ingesting fresh meat. He could now feel his heart thudding heavily against his ribs with fear. 

Hm. Oskar’s eyes lit up with curiosity as he studied the black orbs, tilting his head. Aww, was he all nervous and anxious? How cute! He could hear Icarus heart beat faster and faster- “Whoaaa, they look like holes!~ Are they all hollow and stuff? They look so pretty! Your face is totally cute.” Didn’t look like he had eyelids… And so tense… Wonder what would happen if he stuck his finger in.

“Are you fighting the urge to take a bite out of me?” He hummed happily, finally letting go of the fringe, letting it fall back to cover his eyes. “You are doing sooo good!~ Look at you, you cute little dog!” He hummed happily, unphased and unafraid as he cupped Icarus cheeks, rubbing them. (Didn’t seem to care about the drool rubbing off on his palms either.) Oskar didn’t move away either, practically leaning against Icarus, he’s so close he might as well be sitting in the zombies lap. Pressing his chest up against Icarus’s, feeling the heart go doki doki with anxiety. Adorable.

“You’re heart is like, beating super fast. Are you self-conscious about your eyes or something?” Kinda weak… to react that afraid and scared over just showering them off… He looked thoughtful, more interested in knowing about the zombie than revealing things about himself, tilting Icarus head. Gasp! “Or do they hurt when exposed? Super sensitive?”

As Oskar spoke the tension began to melt from Icarus’ shoulders. 

“Yoouuu.... You like them?” he asked quietly. The black voids twitched as he looked deeply into the other’s features, trying to find a lie. A twitch of the eyebrows, the slight tug at the corner of his lips in disgust, eyes narrowing with a sneer... Nothing. There was nothing like that on Oskar’s features that seemed to show any negative emotion. Instead, here he was, almost gushing over his disfiguration like he was talking about freckles or a piercing. 

There had been fear. But more so losing his new friend over something he couldn’t control rather than being hurt. If Oskar had deemed him ugly and chose not to return because of it... 

His heart beat increased with the kind words and praise. He licked the insides of his cheeks to clean up any slobber that threatened to coat Oskar’s hands. The close proximity did nothing to quell his rapid pulse. His head gently bobbed in the other’s hold as agreed to the question of how sensitive his eyes were. Extreme temps and light were killer but he couldn’t get the explanation out of his throat. Oskar was really really close. His nose twitched. There was no more Nether surrounding him. All he could smell was the chaotic lamb in front of his face. Of fresh blood on their breath. The cool air from the overworld that clung to his wool. 

It was only an inch or two away but Icarus pushed forward and bumped his nose into Oskar’s. He grin stretched across his face. 

“....Aether~”

[convallamarin-rp]

sikfox-roleplaying​:

Oh. Yeah. That’s right. Plenty of zombies in the overworld. It was easy to forget when he only saw two others on the regular. He grunted and pretended to clear some meat from his throat to hide the frown.

“Ah, nah. Not special. Just plain dead with bits of dog.” Wouldn’t that count as special though? “Hm. Maybe little special.”

Icarus gave a short bark that could be considered a laugh as he shook his head. No self deprecating thoughts. Only happy thoughts. An easy feat as he watched Oskar practically glow as he spoke about his mother. He tried picturing a taller sheep lady. Maybe with glasses. Maybe the same colored wool? Or something pastel…

“Is she also pink? Like you?”

Hm. Oskar was more observant that people gave him credit for, and he was looking at every detail and change in Icarus face… Well, as much as he could see. …What was behind that fringe? “I think my doggy is plenty special.~” He giggled, blinking at the attempt to figure out how his mother looked like. And he couldn’t help but end up laughing, giggling at the thought of his mother in pink. Wasn’t that just hilarious? “Nooo, no! I don’t think like, she gave birth to me or anything. I don’t know where I came from.~ She’s like, all taaall and black and gothyyy. A witch!”  His curiousity had been piqued, and he moved over to lean close to Icarus, going to move up his fringe to take a look under there. Did he have eyes? No eyes? GASP! What if  there were holes??? “And the pink isn’t my natural wool color, I dye it.~”

[sikfox-roleplaying]

With fresh blood flowing through his veins Icarus was capable of giving a little embarrassed blush at the praise. Warden called him special all the time but it kind of felt different coming from Oskar. More like.. It wasn’t expected of him. Because they don’t work together. And not so much calling him special so he can go do some work elsewhere.

“Ooohhhhh.” A witch. Another thing he hadn’t seen in quite some time. He wondered if it was someone the Warden would get along with. He too was also tall, black, and.... Wait. What was gothy? Was that like gaudy? Oh, they would definitely get along then. Should he ask that Oskar bring his mom to visit some time? 

The internal questions seemed to be endless in his excitement. He wanted his new friends to get along with his boss. Maybe that would equal more visits! It wasn’t until Oskar’s wooly warmth brushed his uniform did he check back in with what was happening in front of him. He froze, shoulders tense at how close the other suddenly was. His tongue lapped at the roof of his mouth as he fought the urge to lunge forward and bite. A knee-jerk reaction to someone being this close to him. The question about what color Oskar really was caught in his throat as he felt claws tough his bangs.

“Whhhhh-whaaat are yooooou-?” Icarus winced slightly as he felt the heat of the Nether caress his eyes. Two black glossy voids stared back at Oskar, unable to blink at the audacity other’s curiosity. His brows crinkled together almost in a pained expression. Another bad thing about recently ingesting fresh meat. He could now feel his heart thudding heavily against his ribs with fear. 

[convallamarin-rp]

sikfox-roleplaying​:

The zombie snickered as he swallowed down the rest of his portion. Healthy huh? He listened to Oskar talk with no need to butt in about his assumptions. But when Oskar fell silent and had that same look of contemplation again, he decided to chime in.

“Weird? No. You are talking to me. Dead man. Sheep eating meat is not weirdest thing,” he reassured. A quick lick at his hands had them clean again. He rested them against his knees, letting the heat of the Nether dry them off.

“Does your Mom know you visit the prison?”

“Mhhh? I gueeeess, zombies are pretty common in the Overworld though? Or, are you like, a special time of nether zombie or something?” Swaying back and forth, he finished up his meat piece at a decent pace. “Mhm! My mom knows like, eeeverything there is to know! She suuuper cool and like, wise and smart and all that! She’s suuuuper amazing.~” He giggled, clearly seeming pretty proud of that fact. 

[sikfox-roleplaying]

Oh. Yeah. That's right. Plenty of zombies in the overworld. It was easy to forget when he only saw two others on the regular. He grunted and pretended to clear some meat from his throat to hide the frown.

"Ah, nah. Not special. Just plain dead with bits of dog." Wouldn't that count as special though? "Hm. Maybe little special."

Icarus gave a short bark that could be considered a laugh as he shook his head. No self deprecating thoughts. Only happy thoughts. An easy feat as he watched Oskar practically glow as he spoke about his mother. He tried picturing a taller sheep lady. Maybe with glasses. Maybe the same colored wool? Or something pastel...

"Is she also pink? Like you?"

[convallamarin-rp]

sikfox-roleplaying​:

Icarus took the offered chunk of meat and nibbled at the edge.

“Too much meat makes us fat,” he replied between chomps. “And slow. Body can’t break down food like you can. It stays too long inside. And… makes us smell bad. And other things too.” Icarus cracked a grin. There weren’t many people who encouraged a zombie to eat better. He appreciated the thought. But watching Oskar snack away… He had to ask.

“Can I ask? Why you eat meat? Never seen sheep eat more than grass before. You are special?”

“Waaah, really?” Oskar tilted his head, idly eating while he was listening, pouting at the idea. “But like, doesn’t that just meanyou are healthy or whatever?” He kept rambling on and on, thinking about it. “I gueeeess mom wouldn’t like it if I started to move slow though… But I excercise a loooooot so I never really put on anything! I have to be all speedy and strong.~”

Blinking, he was in the middle of a big bite, flashing sharp teeth tearing into the pieace of meat. Chomp chomp, swallow. “I’m plenty special! Whyyy, didn’t you think I was?” He whined, pouting all offended. “Do you think I’m weird?” Could he tell Icarus? Oskar had learnt the hard way that some people ( at least not the one he told ) didn’t really appreciate the notion of him having devoured all his siblings. “I dunnooo, I’ve never really ate grass? I just remember being reeeeal hungry as a kid and all, and I ended up eating meat! And that’s what mom fed me too… I mean, I got the sharp teeth and all for a reason, right?~”

[sikfox-roleplaying]

The zombie snickered as he swallowed down the rest of his portion. Healthy huh? He listened to Oskar talk with no need to butt in about his assumptions. But when Oskar fell silent and had that same look of contemplation again, he decided to chime in.

"Weird? No. You are talking to me. Dead man. Sheep eating meat is not weirdest thing," he reassured. A quick lick at his hands had them clean again. He rested them against his knees, letting the heat of the Nether dry them off.

"Does your Mom know you visit the prison?"

[convallamarin-rp]

ask-strangerdanger​:

Snacks

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There was a moment or two when Oskar sat still and contemplated the object in his hand. Icarus tipped his head to the side to try and watch the other’s face from under the fluffy wool. The zombie wondered if giving them an ender pearl was the wrong move. A ‘trigger’ perhaps? Something he had learned in his time as the Prison’s emotional support guard. He was about to say something about maybe taking it back and exchange it for a better gift instead when Oskar seemed to snap out of their thoughts.

And immediately was back in a warm embrace that Icarus melted into. A quiet growl of approval was muffled in his throat as he inhaled deeply. Oskar smelt like the above world. Ozone, grass, and flowers. A warm undertone of blood was also there and Icarus was thankful when Oskar let go. He didn’t want to get his drool in the other’s wool.

“Thaaaaaankssss agaaaaaaaain~” 

He held his hand out for a slab of whatever meat the other had, not caring what or where it came from. It was wet, almost fresh, and most importantly, not rotten. He couldn’t help the dribble of saliva escape through the tears in his cheeks at such a sweet scent. Despite Oskar’s warnings the first cutlet was gone in seconds. 

The feeling of relief took mere moments. Fresh blood and meat juices working their way down into his gullet, coating his shriveled organs and seeping into the rest of his body. Icarus shivered violently and groaned with delight. He licked at his teeth and lips before he wiped the drool from his face. Drying his hands on his uniform he held out his hand to Oskar.

“It’s… amazing. I love it! May I have another?” The gritty voice that seemed to drag on before was now much more tolerable and clipped thanks to the fresh coating of blood in his vocal cords. 

Cute. Unsanitary, but cute. Oskar watched him devour the meat unphased, tilting his head to the side. At least he seemed to feel much better! ”You really are just a puppy. You eat like, waaay too fast!” He giggled, reaching out to poke him on the nose. “Mhm… Juuust because you are such a good dog though! You must be suuuper hungry.~” Humming happily, he opened up the bag again, searching through it. This time though, he easily tore the fibers apart in two bits, handing Icarus one piece, while starting to eat the other. Daintily tearing small bits off to pop in his mouth, rolling the fresh meat against his tongue before chewing. Quite the contrasting pair. “Why don’t they feed you properly?” He looked curious, all whilse chewing on meat with his cheeks puffed out, all cutesy like. “I wouldn’t stay there for a seeecond longer! I’d leave in a heartbeat!”

[sikfox-roleplaying]

Icarus took the offered chunk of meat and nibbled at the edge.

"Too much meat makes us fat," he replied between chomps. "And slow. Body can't break down food like you can. It stays too long inside. And... makes us smell bad. And other things too." Icarus cracked a grin. There weren't many people who encouraged a zombie to eat better. He appreciated the thought. But watching Oskar snack away... He had to ask.

"Can I ask? Why you eat meat? Never seen sheep eat more than grass before. You are special?"

[sikfox-roleplaying]

[[ Continuing from here ]]

“Larri? Larri! Well, its wonderful to meet you, Larri. Sorry to hear about your circumstances.” 

Warden took silent note that the Ender continued to hold his hand even after the handshake. He didn’t mind. He found the weight of Larri’s hand intriguing. He even let a boney thumb slide over large knuckles, having no doubt that Larri could crush his bones easily. He tilted his skull at the mention of an Egg.

“Egg?” he copies. “Like… Chicken Eggs? My boy, those are ALL over the place! It shouldn’t be too hard to find, haha~” 

[cd-theykeepbabbling]

The ender shook his head. “No no, no chicken egg.. Those taste good though- Chicken too.. but am not a fan of the feathers..” ..nor the bones. But he guessed that’d be awkward to mention. 

“Its our dragon’s egg. Someone took it. I followed after but..” Larri let out a small huff. He couldn’t sense the dragon’s egg at all. So he had probably spawned in an entirely different area to wherever it was. Larri had no leads. “…I’ll get it back. ..B-But for now, Im learning so much about the overworld! it’s.. a lot!”

Larri aknowledged the caress on his hand with a small glance and smile before now slowly letting go. The ender was used to physicals contact but.. these boney hands felt so fragile.. he had to be careful with this one.

 “I love the overworld so far, there’s so many different people fun to meet, like you!” 

[sikfox-roleplaying]

"Oh, you flatterer~" Warden waves his now free hand as if to fan himself. He enjoyed the freely given compliments. "If I still had skin you'd be making me blush, stop." He chuckles lightly before taking a step back so he could properly look at Larri without hurting his neck.

"Now, you said someone stole a Dragon's Egg from you? My my, those are quite rare, especially in the overworld. You wouldn't happen to know anything about the thief, would you? I might know a way to find them," Warden hints.

[sikfox-roleplaying]

[[ Continuing from here ]]

“Larri? Larri! Well, its wonderful to meet you, Larri. Sorry to hear about your circumstances.” 

Warden took silent note that the Ender continued to hold his hand even after the handshake. He didn’t mind. He found the weight of Larri’s hand intriguing. He even let a boney thumb slide over large knuckles, having no doubt that Larri could crush his bones easily. He tilted his skull at the mention of an Egg.

“Egg?” he copies. “Like... Chicken Eggs? My boy, those are ALL over the place! It shouldn’t be too hard to find, haha~” 

[ask-troubled-travelers]

Warden: Ohoho! What a cute little lost child! Or- Are you a child? It is hard to tell with Enders these days. They come in ALL shapes and sizes! @ask-strangerdanger

“I’m not a child! Havent been for years already!… but I am lost”

“Did I really look that young to you?”

“…. And cute? Um.. thanks! You’re a cute skeleton too!”

@ask-strangerdanger

[sikfox-roleplaying]

The Wither Skeleton laughs at the awkward response and takes a step closer.

"Please forgive my assumption," he says with a quick bow. "Your scales just gleam with youth so I mistook you for a youngling. But! Where are my manners?"

Without asking, Warden gently grasps Larri's hand and gives it a little shake.

"My name is Warden~! And what may I call you?"