#ertoth rp

[lashysdomain]

kisses ertoth on da head gives him not-warm coffee creamer. get cream'd

I think this thrumming of the microwave means he's happy.

[lashysdomain]

Hi ertoth I have a really important question- what are your views on microwaved coffee creamer for no particular reason at all?

You get the feeling he does not like the idea of warm or hot coffee creamer.

[lashysdomain]

The Hour Glass Turns

Spiraling Web Journals (ongoing) | A Nightmare | Renewed Disgust | The Hour Glass Turns

It had been months since Ertoth's vessel has a mind within it, months since the being of stars had been to Alternia in any meaningful capacity. Spiders kept him aware of the star and her horrific partner-- The visage of it too grotesque for even one considered eldritch in a mortal mind... How the star had been able to handle or even touch him without repulsion was confusing, but her emotion for the creature was never his mind.

Ertoth had been busy himself with a new visitor of his system, a strange moth of red and browns that carried the scent of autumn both familiar and foreign, the same taste of foreign the beast at his stars side held... But this was his hunt, his prize, even if offers had been made.

Alternia had its star falls, his star in her adoration of them planned time with her companion for this one. An outing for the pair who had had it so easy these last few moon cycles.

He watched the stars fall with eyes made of the same dust, with limbs that could ensnare a world below so simply if it was death he wished. But such carelessness would rouse other beings of the world, and those not native always seemed to be drawn here. To this Alternia and its deep forests, deeper seas, and unknown cosmos beyond. He had been himself after all, though by a woman and not the planets nature.

He saw the god, that immortal creature of some dying world go to them; to his star and her creature. It would not help... Gods are something beneath him; They need the material, the people mundane. A mouth to speak their existence... Even a creature of wishes may not be able to stop this path.

It was simple as ever. There was no way out for her, his claws already dug so deep into the fibers of her being he couldn't be ripped out without damage to the star herself. A new glittering light for his sky. A new starling to gaze upon and bring him more power to protect the mundane.

As the last 'star' falls through the atmosphere he begins to fall as well, slipping from beyond the worlds atmosphere as bare eyes of colors unthinkable turn toward the lovers in their comfort.

All he needed was a moment to draw her eyes to him, to remind the dormant dust rushing through muscle, bone, and heart who they came from. There would be more soon if the girl didn't have her mind about her as well.

He watches them cower, pick up and run from the burn from the pressure of a being unknown, swirling galaxies within empty sockets following their escape underground.

Where will you run now, little star?

Your stardust remembers mine, so don't keep me waiting with this feeling.

[lashysdomain]

hi ertoth I just want my brain microwaved please

He stares at you for a moment, confusion rippling through your mind before the hum of the incomprehensible horror microwave begins.

You are being microwaved.

Congrats(?)

[lashysdomain]

Hey Ertoth McStarboy, what’s this about a new star, what’s that about, tell me your secrets

His 'talking' stops as he just stares at you. Perhaps he's said too much?

The crackling of his speech returns to your mind a moment or two later, just images of stars transmitted. He doesn't seem to want to answer, but at least you get to see pretty stars in your mind.

[lashysdomain]

It sounds like you gave up without committing to it Ertoth. That's okay though, i did too. I can only do several words. Who do you have to communicate with the most? Do you ever just stop because it's too frustrating?

It feels like he's laughing as images of Rnthyu pass your mind. The only one he bothers to talk to, apparently. No reason to stick around anywhere without her.

You get the sense he misses the stars, though he does visit frequently, and even if this part of him is here, the rest is 'home' as the feeling would be understood.

Once this is all over, a new star, and a return home.

[lashysdomain]

Have you ever considered learning sign language? It may help with the miscommunications.

A feeling is given that he's tried this, but unless he picked it up fully, any mistakes made would likely result in the same thing. If he's incoherent, his nature makes him understood in the way easiest explained.

Like the way you see his speech as narration instead of dialogue. He seems rather aware of that, somehow.

[lashysdomain]

Okay so like. Is it hard to interact with this world like you are, Ertoth?

He tilts his head, trying to think of how to describe it. Really, it's only a pain in the ass for the one trying to write it out goddamn it.

You get the sense with how he is, he interacts the way most people do, though the vagueness that people are able to understand of him does apparently cause him some issues in being understood properly.