#gxdhung

[priestkillcr]

closed starter , @gxdhung )

       “  sometimes life is bad... but sometimes it is much worse.  ”

[dangerous-times]

~~“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  Because I am very much capable to say no to that.”

“Come on! It works on everyone! Fine...Father, look kind into ya heart, an’ help a fella out then?” 

Oh great, now he asking favours from a priest, what a terrific first impression from this hopeless hobo...

[cafeonthecorner]

@gxdhung Continued from here!

Penny's eyes were wide as she looked him over, worry pooling in her gaze as she tried to not let panic bubble to the surface or let any of her more fussy traits spill over and distract from the main concern at the moment. There were no other customers behind him so there was nothing stopping her as Penny focussed solely on him.

"I don't think if you've had worse is what matters right now, it's the fact you're hurt." She quickly came out from behind her counter and looked him over, more worry bubbling to the surface as she looked him over.

"You'll get a drink on the house of course but can...would you let me patch that up? I can see it's really hurting you." Her eyes flicked from his arm to his face, trying to match his half smile.

[sparkveins-a]

~~ " That cut is nasty. "

an injured spider || Accepting!

     he had been nursing a wound from a previous battle when he turned to the stranger who had intruded on him. he didn’t want to say what it was really from, he had a secret identity to keep. 

          “yeah, some muggers, but don’t worry, they got what was coming to them.” he chuckled. it wasn’t a total lie--he had been fighting petty criminals lately, but this wound was from something far worse. 

[hxrule-sage]

~~ " I'd offer my help with anything, but based on your wrinkles and the fact you are still able to stand- .... and connecting the two, I doubt I'd be needed around here, You appear STRANGELY healthy for your age is what I'm trying to hint at here- ... Sir. "

Unprompted || Always Accepting

And the man is laughing. Of course, he gets a few people who point out the unusual healthiness of his own body. Oh, if only this boy realized just how old Aurelius was. A more appropriate look for his age would be non-existence by this point. Not even ash, nothing should remain of his, would be a normal human.  

The laugh stops eventually. But it was not the mocking kind of laugh, but rather a kind one. Something to show his amusement by the situation. “Well, what can I say? Even an old person such as myself can still pack a punch.” That’s a weak excuse for an old man with a body of a professional athlete. 

[atrophite]

~~ " Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it? "

six  of  crows   . /  semi  -  accepting  .

THE  QUESTION  THAT  FOREVER  HAUNTS  .  IT  IS  A  CROW  ,  a  lingering  avian  ghost  — -  the  serpent  in  his  chest  .  The  skeleton  in  his  closet  …  his  amusement  is  palpable  as  it  is  frigid  .  RIDDLED  with  a  sinister  chill  that  permeates  and  lingers  like  a  frostbitten  miasma  .  HIS  EMPTY  -  SOCKET  STARE  — -  (  reticent  ,  somehow   )  bore  into  unfamiliar  set  of  eyes  –  this  ..  priest  .  “  Killing  is  killing  .  DEAD  IS  DEAD  .  There  is  no  disguising  it  .  However  ,  I  simply  label  it  as  a  job  .  I  kill  to  live  .  ”  A  HALF  -  TRUTH  .  A  complex  truth  .  Death  fueled  him  .  His  ego  ,  his  knack  for  revenge  – -  and  his  body  .  His  existence  REQUIRED  it  .  Death  .HE  WAS  BORN  FROM  IT  .  A  murder  — -  “  Is  it  so  important  ?  What  I  label  ?  ”