- ──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
[✦] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ Hampton Inn, Van | Tags: Questers bc lazy
❝ ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒❞
- ──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Hampton Inn, Van | also Questers bc lazy
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞
- ──────── 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳
[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Leo, Vittorio
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞
- ──────── 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐱
[✦] | Mortal | 19 | Female | ➡ i'm not updating this tag anymore | Tags: Vivienne
❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒❞
"Ross seems like a good place to start." Kayle chirped as Xaliphax rolled to a halt, letting both women out at the door. Normally, she would have asked him to park like before, but now that Biscuit had been added to the roster, she didn't want him getting anxious in the car alone. Somewhere down the line, she and Xali had come to an agreement that he'd keep an eye on the timber rattlesnake off the beaten path until they were finished. How Xaliphax would know when that was didn't make sense to Kayle, but for a divine horse car, he was the reliable sort (then again, Kayle didn't know of any other horse cars to compare him to). "You've got the eyes out of the two of us, so I'll let you do the looking," Kayle said, clicking her tongue for Snow to hop out of the car, allowing Xaliphax to drive off. "But I'm here if you have questions about brands, materials, or any terms that don't make sense. There's a couple of other department stores around here if you don't find what you're looking for."
- ──────── 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Morgantown, PA | Tags: n/a
❝ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ❞
The beginnings of a prayer, and for a moment, Nicholas felt as if he were foolishly in a confessional. He needed help, and for the longest time, he feared there was no one to help him. Thoughts and pleas for answers were always directed to a figure he never believed in, and in his mind, the one he did believe in had no answers. Maybe he didn't give her enough credit. Nicholas did fear for her safety at first, but when the collection of bones shuddered to life in the center of the room, his concerns dissipated. The skeletal avian did not speak, not that she ever did, but the two had the beginnings of a conversation nonetheless. "I... I'm sorry," he confessed in his mother tongue. "It's been too long since... well, I'm sure you're aware of everything that's happened." He'd turned her into a rancid abomination, one that drove them both from the place he once called home. Nicholas never knew for sure if Te Lyuthtya forgave him for it. He had doubts if it was even still the goddess in there, but something in his gut told him he got that part right.
There was silence - his own aura was suffocating, and his being filled every space in the house in the same way water fills a container. The horseman made space for the bird regardless, one safe haven in the heart of destruction. "I have no right to ask for anything, after what I did and what I am," he prepared himself for a but. "- but I still have care in this heart. For you, and for the people I left behind. All of you deserve a place of safety, and... I don't know how far this will reach, but I do know I can provide that. If... If..." If she were to accept, and Nicholas doubted she would. His form slumped, growing more and more docile with each minute. Te Lyuthtya hummed a soft, mournful tune, but Nicholas was no priest. The songs and stories of the mother were lost on him, a truth that pained him greatly. There was little else he could do in this state, so he set his heart on interpretation, returning to a meditative state the was only becoming more and more familiar.