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((better dead than a red, soots. better dead than a red.(join blue team we have ghosts(?))
((I will take this under serious consideration, since you know. So far Caboose is my favorite. *tentatively raises Blue support flag higher than Red support flag*
Also, are you implying that there’s more ghosts than Church?
I should probably stop watching, but I need to answer these questions!))
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The sickness is taking over (closed rp w/ mr-solutions)
[ @mr-solutions ]
Goodness gracious, taking care of the altar sometimes proved to be more hassle than it was worth, but could he really complain about it? No unless he fancied being yelled at by dozens of tiny, high-pitched voices so he kept his thoughts to himself. Or as much as he could with said voices roaming freely through his mind.
The soft thud! of a lifeless body hitting the floor was the only sound to pierce the cold night air aside the soothing dripping noise of blood slowly sliding off the dagger held in an iron-like grip. Followed by another one. And another one. Soon enough a small pile had gathered, no more than five corpses, in front of the grinning madman.
“Told ya not to make a noise. Tsk. Things would have ended better if ya just listened to me.”
Nonchalantly, the bloodmage glanced at the cursed weapon held in his hand then began cleaning the blade on his already stained clothes before putting it away in the enderpouch, making sure that it wouldn’t be sucked by the sorting system. It had happened enough times to teach him to be more careful.
Now that that was taken care of, a new problem arose. How was he supposed to carry them back to the castle? Hmm, he could go grab his stuff, come back to take the blood then leave. Yeah, that sounded better.
Humming lowly to himself, Parvis turned on his heels to start heading to his place only to let out a small yelp and jump backwards at the sight of something green glowing dimly not very far from him. Oh no. No no no. Nononononono.
Left somewhere that a soot can easily find is a small present for them, a tag on it saying ‘Merry Christmas - W.S’. Inside is an assortment of candy and little treats for the sootfriend, and a short thank you note written especially with the space pen for them.
The little sootball had been running around all day delivering presents to it's family friends. Apparently that takes a lot of time and energy, so it decided to stop and take a break before finishing the deliveries.
Upon entering it's nest area, Soot saw what looked like a present, and for a second was surprised. Then it got very happy, and wandered over to it. It got happier when it saw who it was from, and the small poof was very glad that Science Man seemed to enjoy his gift.
It moved the note and tag to a special place to keep safe, and stored the candy in a new sub-collection for holiday stuff to save it for later. Except for a few of the treats that it enjoyed immediately with happy noises.
The Captive Creeper was a welcome sight. The darkness had crept in and was overwhelming with and overcast sky and a hollow moon. He had promised to pick up some supplies for Honeydew and Lalna along with some warm food after a few days of cold stale bread.
Pushing the hood of his cloak off his head, Xephos mussed a hand through his hair, peering around the barely crowded bar. Most there seemed familiar, others that lived in nearby compounds, keeps, and factories and Xephos smiled at a few familiar faces before turning to the blonde behind the bar.
“Excuse me,” he called, navigating through bodies before stopping in front of her with a bright smile, “I don’t suppose you have food to sell here? I haven’t eaten something warm in weeks and I must say I’m famished...”
