𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋.

a faint twinge of guilt eats at her with that question. someone as promising and proper as her, calling upon such a vicious and terrifying god …

“ gro-goroth is … the old god of destruction and human sacrifice.

not very fitting for someone like me to know about all that, huh? ahaaa … “

“ more like a ‘sorry for almost stealing from you’ offering. “

she sets her bag aside and brings out a bundle of various herbs! she had been a busy little bee between her study sessions in his lab.

“ i know you could always use these, yes? i saw you working with some. “

“ eugh. i think i would be rightfully creeped out too. gosh. “

she hasn’t noticed anyone like that, but there sure are weirdos anywhere and everywhere. she looks towards that large tower in the distance. termina … where has she heard that before?

“ i am afraid you have a long trek ahead of you. “

“ and just where do you suggest i go, huh? the train i came in on is broken down and i certainly don’t have the funds to just buy a new home somewhere else. “

… not with her anyway. she looks down at the collected herbs for a moment. mental checklist …

“ cat man? “

“ after how long you’ve been alive, i am sure.

that reminds me. i come with gifts. 🎶 “

“ you seem to have a decent bit of faith in me then. hehe. “

“ i have a promise to keep and nowhere to return to. no remaining family. no friends. just me, an urn and a house left to me in a will. “

she didn’t take a look at him right away. but when she did, she did a little double take.

“ goodness, are you alright—? “

“ it could be. but i’m still … figuring it all out is all. “

seems she’s weaved a basket. carrying about a bunch of various herbs she’s gathered. at least these were light to carry in abundance.

ooc. looks off to the side shyly

ooc. erm. scratches my ass

just wanna know who’s interested in this new version of Eve 🙂‍↕️

i am not too sure what a beanbag chair is, really. the couch sounds nice.

… your what now—

i don’t mind that at all. it beats the alternative.

it looked like magic.
… dnd?

( slowly and carefully setting her foot back down. giving it a test step or two. much better. )

i have magic myself, but i only know a few forms of destructive magic for self defense and whatnot. i am not exactly fighting anyone off with fists in my shape.

“ for now, i have little reason to. my life as i knew it is over. no one to go home to. “

“ they can. but I highly doubt my life will be prolonged any time soon. “

@pathofgrogoroth.bsky.social

Another follower of Gro - Goroth.

It’s been quite some time since I’ve shown my faith in any regard, are they still active ?

( it’ll be a bit of a pain to walk around, but that definitely does help. she lets out a soft sigh of relief. better out than in. she’ll have to watch where she steps better. )

it does … thank you so much.
you possess magic of sorts too, hm?

“ i would have to pick and choose carefully. not everyone has such a long lifespan. hehe. “

lovely. do forgive me for this then.

( leaning against the nearest object. lifting her leg to grab the head of the nail embedded in her shoe and foot. YANK. )

FUCK!! shit … gah … ow.

You wonder if you've truly felt this?

Faced the hand you're dealt with?

Left and lost to quell this anger,

You feel that fortune simply finds you…

Guessing you at least knew.

Soon you'll see the hard clues!

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hmm. if i am honest, i am mostly content here. it beats where i was by a very wide margin.

( biggest understatement ever. )

i’d like something sweet, maybe. and a place to close my eyes for a minute.

three whole wishes?

( she isn’t even sure what she’d wish for. things have been leagues better since she wound up here. )

goodness. would they be actual wishes or the kind that you twist around to be a menace?

hah!

( leaning upright. it’s a wonder how she hasn’t gotten that long fluff tangled too badly yet. )

you coooould always try a wig! but i dunno, seeing my reflection on the back of your head is nice. 🎶

( he really has brought out her silly side. )

and here i thought you’d say you’d be bald for the sake of a joke. hehe.

( she did briefly imagine him with long flowing locks. a soft laugh. )

i think that’d suit you very well.

how long have i been awake?
mm. my eyes burn.

ooc. i would die for eve and crossbones actually i think

not with that attitude.

( leaning in just close enough to drape some of her hair over his head. short people unite. )

not sure which color would look best though.

... troubling.
who even was that--?
and ...

( knitting her brows together. she opens her pack, staring inside at the urn nestled between books and writing supplies. )

... i can't just leave. you still need to be put to rest.

( this is a total win as far as she's concerned! she's got the goofiest grin on her face all the while. not his nonchalance-ness! )

pfft! guess so, huh?
the closest i am to that is my hair.