"Hope is the most persistent illusion—only in silence can the world finally rest."
🌑An OC that is not new to RP.
🌑The writer is a freelancer.
🌑Lewd/Non-Lewd Accepted. (Ask for details.)
🌑+18 only, please.
@voidfireshini (There's a blink of nostalgia that gleams in his illuminated eyes as he motions his hand to the table.)
“My thanks…”
“…This aroma reminds me greatly of an alleviated struggle…”
@voidfireshini (The white eyes peer down at the menu before he turns the page to the soup of the day.)
“I shall take your soup of the day… If possible, some slices of dark rye to go with it…”
@voidfireshini (After a few steps, he emerges from the shadow of a table and promptly sits, his cloak resting against the chair as Maverick rests his arm on the table.)
@FutureRulez “I'm a shadow, V…”
“I never truly leave until I, as a concept, cease to be, without an unfortunate consequence…”
(The pocket watch closes as he tucks it away.)
“…‘Diana’… She’s a rather interesting demon… I encountered her on my usual routine…”
“No… I have a purpose here today; it's only that your appearance caught my attention…”
(There's a hint of blue in his words, almost a sign of regret for something that's haunting him.)
“You can move along.”
“Although I recognize your skills to assassinate, I am much more interested in entertaining one’s desire…”
(The projection is absorbed as he retracts his arm.)
“In which I have to question… Why seek such fortune?… What’s your goal in allowing these services?…”
(The illuminated eyes slowly glow.)
“I shall provide the design and funds for your materials, then…”
(His monstrous hand extends out and opens up to reveal a cranial projection.)
“…I am hiring you for this…”
(-) being built, and all that mess, and if you pay for the materials, I'll give you a discount at the finalized price of the labor.”
They weren't great at haggling, in fact they might be horrible at negotiation, but they had to get money somehow...
(The monstrous hand that escapes from his cloak carefully grabs the stranger's face as he tilts it from left to right.)
“…Aisha?…”
(The illuminated eyes gently dim as he realizes his error.)
“No, no… Apologies…”
(His hand retracts as a chilling sigh escapes his still jaw.)
@ShadowyEnd
this was a new face …
very new . was he friendly or did the half feline need to be on edge and ready to flee ?
regardless ,
he was standing in their way — literally . the path into town was being blocked by him .
“ excuse me sir ?
can i pass by ? “
@FutureRulez (There's another moment of silence before the doll is tucked away.)
“Create as you do… Paint with what'll be left…”
(His pocket watch flicks out as he realizes how much time has passed.)
“If I recall correctly… You were interested in a name I spoke of after our little game.”
“It's not a matter of killing, but more so a matter of tethering…”
“What are your limits in materials?… How can I, as the customer, help provide for the creation of mechanical pylon towers…”
Looking around to see where the noise came from, and when they see him, they smile.
“Ooh, you look like a man with many enemies. Who ticked you off. Or let's just get to the point. Who do you want dead?”
...not one for subtly, huh...
@FutureRulez (The tapping interrupts his trance state as he feels the very spikes protruding.)
(His monstrous claw digs into his own body to pull the very spikes out of himself, given the connection.)
(Immediately, the Shadow Lord is left puzzled. He’s mentally back now.)
“Where did-…”
@FutureRulez “ℕ𝕠, 𝔸𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕒.”
(His words cut through the air as the area loses color once more. The very invisible force is enough to make the leather of one’s coat stick upright. The shadows around the area are pitch black, outright rendering the world they once knew as abstract art.)