The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
I'm very sorry! This message wasn't intended for you, and even if it was, I've just been taught that it's a lie. It's something called a "chain letter" and it has no curse attached to it at all.
[ [ A glass jar with butter cookies has been sent to Ambrosine. There's somewhat messy icing on them that looks like a star. The jar is topped with a green ribbon and a little note that says 'Happy Firialia! I made some cookies for you, but they might be a little though. I hope you have a nice holiday!' It's signed 'From Confidence'. ] ]
...I'm going to need some specifics, because what may be a revenant for you is not exactly the same for me, and getting me to go into detail over something is going to take both of us a while.
[ She has 20 INT and she's sorry. ]
But what my world knows as a revenant is specifically a dead person animated by the desire for vengeance.
Oh, I know what a revenant is. To spare us both the leering eyes of that woman who wrote all of that nonsense, I've decided to speak with you about it.
[ What "it" is, Gwenhwyfar is tentative to say. It's personal and upsetting and it shows when she looks down for a moment to collect herself. ]
Yes... that's what she is. That sounds about right. She-
[ Furrowing her brows, Gwenhwyfar looks off elsewhere, even more uncomfortable. ]
There was? No, was a man that once desired to live again. I don't know how he died or when but he would find new bodies to live in again. He was a rotting corpse, you see. This was the same man that had taken me from my home to the land of the dead. A few years later, I found out that he was performing dark magic. Terrible rituals.
The rituals consisted of taking dozens of children back to his fortress. He needed a child for something... something to bring him whole again. A cauldron that could bring back the dead and bring fortune to the one who held it. He couldn't obtain it -- no one can, actually. Not unless they're pure of heart. Who is more pure of heart than a child?
The one who can obtain the cauldron will someday sit on a stone seat and only them alone. Anyone else that does will die. This man had it in his head that he would find the right child, eventually. So-
[ She almost chokes up. ]
He killed them. He killed dozens of children. Tossed them into the black water that once filled that cauldron. Cursed waters that could bring back the dead. None of them had a chance and their parents will never be able to bury them. They say that the black waters will corrupt the dead and they have centuries ago and they do so now.
[ Gwenhwyfar leans back. ]
My half-sister is a revenant.
All those reborn from those waters come out corrupted. Without speech or will. She speaks little, like a babe learning how to talk. But I don't know the depth of her corruption, you see. And she has always sought vengeance for the ones that have taken her life and knows nothing else, perhaps. Thirteen years old... I think- I want to undo that corruption.
I hope that you understand now why I am so leery of that type of magic. This girl will never have a normal life and nothing I can ever do for her will restore her the child she once was.
[Every person that had bid on her so far had managed to surprise LB in some way, and when she sees an unfamiliar woman also bid on her, that pattern doesn't change in the least. She was very aware that her looks and body were attractive to men, but didn't expect that she'd have the same kind of appeal to women as well. Not that she was against it, mind you, LB just hadn't really thought much of it before. She wonders what it was about her that inspired the stranger to bid on her, but it's not like that mattered too much anyway.
Still, it makes her happy that the bid for her was raising, which meant more would go toward a good cause. It was... nice to think that her looks could do some kind of good, for once. And well, it would be rude not to thank the other woman for her generosity, wouldn't it?]
Hello, heehee! [She flashes a smile, looking just the slightest bit embarrassed over her bit of compulsive laughter.] I know we haven't met before, but I wanted to thank you for the the bid on me.
[ He wasn't expecting to get as many bids as he had, but Ozpin will go with it. Not really sure who signed him up either buuut he can't say he doesn't like meeting new faces, either. ]
You're Miss Ambrosine, correct?
(( ooc; Hello there! Just giving a heads up that while Ambrosine didn't win, Ozpin is gonna take everyone out on a date anyways! But also Oz getting a gift certificate to her bookshop seems like a good place for them to meet, if you'd like! I also have his top-level for the charity auction up over here! ))
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misfire!
The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
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If I'm to bring about the apocalypse by ignoring this message, then so be it.
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(Backdated) Christmas Delivery!
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Alright, Necromancer, what do you know about revenants?
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[ She has 20 INT and she's sorry. ]
But what my world knows as a revenant is specifically a dead person animated by the desire for vengeance.
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[ What "it" is, Gwenhwyfar is tentative to say. It's personal and upsetting and it shows when she looks down for a moment to collect herself. ]
Yes... that's what she is. That sounds about right. She-
[ Furrowing her brows, Gwenhwyfar looks off elsewhere, even more uncomfortable. ]
There was? No, was a man that once desired to live again. I don't know how he died or when but he would find new bodies to live in again. He was a rotting corpse, you see. This was the same man that had taken me from my home to the land of the dead. A few years later, I found out that he was performing dark magic. Terrible rituals.
The rituals consisted of taking dozens of children back to his fortress. He needed a child for something... something to bring him whole again. A cauldron that could bring back the dead and bring fortune to the one who held it. He couldn't obtain it -- no one can, actually. Not unless they're pure of heart. Who is more pure of heart than a child?
The one who can obtain the cauldron will someday sit on a stone seat and only them alone. Anyone else that does will die. This man had it in his head that he would find the right child, eventually. So-
[ She almost chokes up. ]
He killed them. He killed dozens of children. Tossed them into the black water that once filled that cauldron. Cursed waters that could bring back the dead. None of them had a chance and their parents will never be able to bury them. They say that the black waters will corrupt the dead and they have centuries ago and they do so now.
[ Gwenhwyfar leans back. ]
My half-sister is a revenant.
All those reborn from those waters come out corrupted. Without speech or will. She speaks little, like a babe learning how to talk. But I don't know the depth of her corruption, you see. And she has always sought vengeance for the ones that have taken her life and knows nothing else, perhaps. Thirteen years old... I think- I want to undo that corruption.
I hope that you understand now why I am so leery of that type of magic. This girl will never have a normal life and nothing I can ever do for her will restore her the child she once was.
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I never got the notif... (1/2)
pretend I finished this in a timely manner
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We spoke once on matters of death and murder and... necromancy.
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What do you wish to speak more of? ]
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No
I need to know more about it
Please teach me.
did I seriously accidentally use action brackets
I SAW NOTHING YOU'RE GOLDEN
Re: I SAW NOTHING YOU'RE GOLDEN
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pretend I didn't vanish for a month and a half
it's np!
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[charity date ball auction]
Still, it makes her happy that the bid for her was raising, which meant more would go toward a good cause. It was... nice to think that her looks could do some kind of good, for once. And well, it would be rude not to thank the other woman for her generosity, wouldn't it?]
Hello, heehee! [She flashes a smile, looking just the slightest bit embarrassed over her bit of compulsive laughter.] I know we haven't met before, but I wanted to thank you for the the bid on me.
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[ She gives her a little smile, then a small laugh. ]
You've got a most enchanting smile.
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[Still, she's curious as to what exactly drove this woman to bid on her. So, with a bit of humor in her expression, she asks:]
Is that what got you to bid on me in the first place?
pretend RL didn't eat my soul
[date auction]
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[ She's being serious here. ]
Good to see you as well.
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[ She's used to positive attention, flirting, from men. Not so much from women. If anything, she's a little flustered by it. ]
I'd love to know more about you. What sort of place are you from?
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[Date Auction]
You're Miss Ambrosine, correct?
(( ooc; Hello there! Just giving a heads up that while Ambrosine didn't win, Ozpin is gonna take everyone out on a date anyways! But also Oz getting a gift certificate to her bookshop seems like a good place for them to meet, if you'd like! I also have his top-level for the charity auction up over here! ))
pretend this is on time
[ She gives a small smile. ]
I don't suppose this is about that auction?
pretend this is also on time?!
[ He'll fold his hands together as he smiles back. ]
Perhaps it's a bit bold but I was wondering if you'd care to join me on a date?
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voice, regarding the date auction (apologies for lateness!)
No it's fine
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text: un; catpurrcino / missfire
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Also, hello?
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[Oh woops.]
Oh! I'm sorry. I posted to the wrong person.
But hello! It has been a while. Do you enjoy cat pictures? :)
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