Hall of the Mountain King (The Church of Crime)

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Poison was licking Rose's cheek when she felt a certain chill breeze all over her body "Me and Rose are going to blow those chumps as HIIIIIGGGGHHH as a motherfucke-" and then she was being grabbed by Cain. The greenette made eye contact with the fallen king and smiled "HIIIIIIiiiiiii...i...." slowly, as she looked him in the eyes, she realized how serious the man was. The woman began to tremble in his presence, one could see her visibly shrink as he told her to listen. Once he had told her that she was to follow orders or she would die, she hesitantly nodded, sweating in terror before being thrown aside by Cain. The greenette let out a pained yelp as she hit the stone floor, sulking in pain before Cain said they would go after The Assassin's League. Suddenly, Poison changed entirely, she jumped back up, as if she had forgotten everything that just happened and jumped in joy "yEEESSSSSS!!! CAN WE GO NOW!? CAN WE GO NOW!? CAN WE GO NOW!?!?" she squealed happily as she started to run around Cain in circles "YOUR ASS IS MINE MARCUS~!"

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- givę ɱę ყΦЦЯ вlΦΦD! -
Poison's Theme - Throw It All Away

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" ? ? . . . . . . . . ? ? "

Sister Rose Aethor
Sister of the One True Messiah
Sister Rose's Theme: Despair and Die

" . . . . . . . < 3 "
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"AHHHHHHHH!"
At the mention of them actually going to do a thing with the Assassin people thing she made a loud screechy sound. THis was going to be awesome sauce! They were going to kill people and it was going to be cool, and their was going to be BLOOD ERRYWHERE! YEA YEA!

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After nearly a month of traveling, The Artist Formerly Known as Poison Serpent returned to the Hall of the Mountain King. The greenette slowly walked into the cold, haunted isles of the mountain stronghold, a backpack hanging on her shoulder "I'm home~" Poison spoke in a light voice, though it was barely loud enough to be heard. A few Blackbloods passed by the greenette, to which she pet a few then eventually walked over to her room. The greenette tried to be quiet, as to not gather much attention. She snuck into her room, tossed her bag aside, and approached her closet "Hmmmm~" Poison opened the closet, to which nearly dozens of cats just flooded out from it on top of her. Poison let out a few light-hearted giggles alongside some terrible sneezes. Poison was allergic to cats, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to at least have 24.

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- givę ɱę ყΦЦЯ вlΦΦD! -
Poison's Theme - Throw It All Away

░░▒▒▓▓Ｐｌｅａｓｅ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｔｒｙ  ｔｏ  ｆｉｘ  ｍｅ▓▓▒▒░░



░░▒▒▓▓Ｉ＇ｄ  ｌｉｋｅ  ｔｏ  ｇｏ  ｏｎ  ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ  ｔｈａｔ  Ｉ＇ｍ  ｎｏｔ  ｂｒｏｋｅｎ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Egil Lykke⧱
⧰Umbra⧰
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The worst kind of loneliness . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . is to not be comfortable
even with yourself
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Egil had been sitting in his own room, on his bed, doodling in his sketchbook. He was taking a break from training for now—after all, Cain had made it very clear that if he focused solely on training his gene, he would only end up tiring himself out. Sitting on the bed next to him was a teddy bear—coincidentally, the same bear that Poison had given to Cain—which Cain had given to him. He was pretty absorbed in his drawing, however, he happened to hear Poison sneezing from the other room—realizing that she was, in fact, back, and that she would, in fact, murder him if she saw him with this bear. He quickly stuffed the teddy bear, which he had a while ago affectionately named Crispin, under his pillow, quietly closing his sketchbook and rising up from his bed, slipping down to the floor, then moving into the doorway, peeking out into the hallway.
When he’d first arrived in this place, Poison and Damian had quite literally tried to kill him, so he was in no hurry to upset either of them. He stumbled back a bit as a blackblood scuttled by through the hallway—he still wasn’t used to seeing those things. And they were still creepy as ever…but at the very least, they weren’t attacking him like they’d been last month, before he joined—so that was an improvement, at least. He moved out into the hallway, shutting his bedroom door as quietly as he could and trying not to attract Poison’s attention with the noise—he heard a lot of meowing from inside her room, and he was hoping that whatever was in there putting up that chorus of meows would distract her long enough for him to at least get enough distance away from his room that she wouldn’t get suspicious. Still holding the sketchbook, he began walking quietly down the corridor, really hoping that she wouldn’t notice him—to be quite honest, the other people living here who weren’t Cain kind of still scared him quite a bit. If he could just get down into the main area, that'd be good...really good...

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An Unsure Murmur - Unravel

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One pile of cats and a terrible allergic reaction later, a runny nosed Poison left her room and began to leisurely stroll down the Hall of the Mountain King. She attempted her best to stay out of plain view, so Cain wouldn't really see her. Instead, she maneuvered around the pillars before sneaking up behind Cain's thrown. Then, out of nowhere, she'd jump up and fall into Cain's lap "Hi-" she spoke in a low voice, her head hung low as she just laid down on his lap. Her head was low enough that he wouldn't see her face, eventually she just sort of curled up into a ball and stayed there on his lap. If anyone else tried to get close at her, she'd hiss at them. Unless it was a cat. She wanted one right now.

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- givę ɱę ყΦЦЯ вlΦΦD! -
Poison's Theme - Throw It All Away

░░▒▒▓▓Ｐｌｅａｓｅ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｔｒｙ  ｔｏ  ｆｉｘ  ｍｅ▓▓▒▒░░



░░▒▒▓▓Ｉ＇ｄ  ｌｉｋｅ  ｔｏ  ｇｏ  ｏｎ  ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ  ｔｈａｔ  Ｉ＇ｍ  ｎｏｔ  ｂｒｏｋｅｎ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Egil Lykke⧱
⧰Umbra⧰
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The worst kind of loneliness . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . is to not be comfortable
even with yourself
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Egil ducked into another door as Poison passed by on her way to the throne room—so at least she wasn’t near the bedrooms anymore. The teddy bear wasn’t under threat of being discovered anymore. He sighed, coming out of hiding and pausing for a moment. He trotted along the corridors until he himself reached the throne room, then peeked inside, seeing that Cain had returned, and Poison had gone over to speak with him—and apparently lie in his lap. Egil hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the throne room as well, approaching Cain at his throne, but not coming too close—he had a feeling that getting too close to Poison in general wasn’t usually a good idea.
“W-Welcome back…!” he smiled at Cain hesitantly, taking note of the walkman in the man’s hand. Egil…frankly had no idea what that was. Was it some kind of old music player…? It seemed like it, based on the headphones... ”D-Did you bring something back…? What’s that…?” He was still a bit wary of Poison—but wasn’t really showing it. She seemed to be being relatively docile as of this moment, anyway.

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An Unsure Murmur - Unravel

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Poison snuggled her head into Cain's chest, slowly closing her eyes until... she heard Egil's voice. Poison immediately shot a glare to Egil and let out a hiss "BADEGIL-NOHOPE!" she screeched as she jumped off Cain's lap and attempted to charged Egil and bite onto his nose. She really, really, REALLY wasn't fond of Egil... mostly because she felt like Egil was stealing Cain away from her. And she wasn't quite fond of people taking Cain away from her, so yeah, now there was nose biting! Upon hearing Cain's words however, the greenette looked over to him and tilted her head to the side "I got my cats out of the closet! I swum in the kitties but now I have a bad nose and its runny soooooooooo-...!" suddenly, a rather evil smirk appeared on Poison's face as she looked over to Egil. She just... blew out her nose... to which one big booger was slowly dripping down from it and slowly closing in on Egil's face. It was the stuff of nightmares.

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- givę ɱę ყΦЦЯ вlΦΦD! -
Poison's Theme - Throw It All Away

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Suddenly there came a sizzling sound from their "kitchen" area.  The culprit?  A beef patty that Caleb at thrown into a frying pan.  He took it upon himself to cook whenever he felt like eating which was right now.  Unfortunately, whenever he did, he was expected to cook for whoever else decided that they were now hungry but too damn lazy to make themselves something on their own.  He pressed the meat down some with a spatula then sprinkled seasoning over the top.  Now he would wait a bit before he needed to flip the thing.  He looked out over his shoulder to eye Egil for a moment.  The kid was the new one now.  He scanned over the others for a moment as they did whatever it was that they did which, lately, was to terrify Egil as much as possible.  Then he looked back to the meat and flipped it then put some more seasoning over that side.  It was almost done and the smell began to circulate throughout the air.


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"..."

Buried Alive

░░▒▒▓▓Ｐｌｅａｓｅ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｔｒｙ  ｔｏ  ｆｉｘ  ｍｅ▓▓▒▒░░



░░▒▒▓▓Ｉ＇ｄ  ｌｉｋｅ  ｔｏ  ｇｏ  ｏｎ  ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ  ｔｈａｔ  Ｉ＇ｍ  ｎｏｔ  ｂｒｏｋｅｎ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Egil Lykke⧱
⧰Umbra⧰
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The worst kind of loneliness . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . is to not be comfortable
even with yourself
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Egil gave a small smile as Cain replied to him—the one thing he really liked about being here was actually being acknowledged by more of the people he spoke to. However—when things didn’t involve Cain, that often bit him in the butt. Before he could actually reply to the man, Poison suddenly launched herself at Egil, and the whitette let out an abrupt yelp of terror at the sudden, startling action that ended up knocking him on his back—and then Poison bit his nose. That definitely hurt—and he quickly covered his nose with his hands, feeling tiny little tears come to his eyes just from how startling that had been, not even from the pain. He kind of just laid there for a moment in hopes that Poison would get off now that she had demonstrated her apparent dominance—but then the booger came dripping.
”Oh my god wait no—” Egil finally expressed his displeasure over the situation, quickly doing what he could to try to push Poison off of himself before the giant gross booger could actually land on his face. ”Nonononono—”
It wasn’t until Damian suddenly appeared and grabbed up his sketchbook that he realized that he’d dropped it—and then he quickly switched to trying to ward off Poison with one hand while using the other to try to kind of futilely reach out towards Damian in an effort to get his book back. ’H-Hey! D-D-Don’t look at that!” he objected, clearly embarrassed—even more so after Damian actually commented on it, becoming further uncomfortable. ”Wh-Why would I ever draw anything l-l-like that?! Give it back—!” And then Damian said he was going to go look in his room, and Egil paled at the mere thought of it—if anybody found that bear under his pillow, he honestly had no doubt in his mind that Poison would literally kill him. “H-Hey, hang on—! Stop, you can’t go in there—it’s private—!” He continued to become more and more vocal with his objections, still trying to avoid Poison getting snot all over him, all the while not even really noticing Caleb cooking in the background—he was a bit distracted with keeping Damian from getting him killed over a teddy bear.

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An Unsure Murmur - Unravel

- ᄂEτ Їτ Æᄂᄂ Θυτ! -
- вę Ǟ slǞvę ƮΦ ყΦЦЯ DęsiЯęs! -
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Poison let out a fit of evil laughter "What's wrong weakling~? YOU GONNA CRY~!?" she taunted Egil as her booger slowly descended towards him. She made sure to keep him pinned to the ground so Grendel could have fun doing whatever he was going too. As long as it made Egil slightly more unhappy she'd be down with it. And then Cain spoke. Poison felt herself being lifted up into the air by locusts. She just let out a fit of playful giggling, but before she could really comprehend what was going on she found herself in a cage next to Cain "HEY! Not cool! I'll embarrass myself as much as I want!" she yelled in Cain's ear from his side "This is NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOOOOT FAIR!! YOU'RE PLAYING FAVORITES IMMA GONNA KILL HIM!" she screeched as she climbed up on the bars of the cage and started to shake them around. She was not really in the best of moods. And she could really attempt murder if let go, considering her complete disregard for human life.

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- givę ɱę ყΦЦЯ вlΦΦD! -
Poison's Theme - Throw It All Away

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" ? ? . . . . . . . . ? ? "

Sister Rose Aethor
Sister of the One True Messiah
Sister Rose's Theme: Despair and Die

" . . . . . . . < 3 "
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Suddenly a body flopped onto Poison frankly out of no where. It was Rose, and she had no intention of getting off Poison's body, because fuck legs. Legs were dumb, If you had legs, you were dumb. She snuggled on Poison, just rubbing her head between Poison's bubbies.
"......"
No words needed to be said. This was pure love.

☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲

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Caleb used the spatula to take the meat patty of the pan and placed it on a plate.  He then grabbed the rest of the stuff needed to make cheeseburgers and set them down beside him.  Then he overheard Cain telling Egil to help him make food.  Realizing this meant he was no longer just cooking for himself, he threw two more patties into the pan.  He grabbed a knife then turned around to face Egil.  "...," He held out the kitchen knife to Egil then pointed at the cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions trying to prompt him to cut them up while he cooked the meat.  After Egil took the knife, he would then grab a second larger pan and put four more patties inside.  That should be enough for everyone, he thought.


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"..."

Buried Alive

░░▒▒▓▓Ｐｌｅａｓｅ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｔｒｙ  ｔｏ  ｆｉｘ  ｍｅ▓▓▒▒░░



░░▒▒▓▓Ｉ＇ｄ  ｌｉｋｅ  ｔｏ  ｇｏ  ｏｎ  ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ  ｔｈａｔ  Ｉ＇ｍ  ｎｏｔ  ｂｒｏｋｅｎ▓▓▒▒░░

⧱Egil Lykke⧱
⧰Umbra⧰
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The worst kind of loneliness . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . is to not be comfortable
even with yourself
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“I-I-I’m not crying—!” Egil replied quickly to Poison, except he kind of actually was crying a bit. Just a little bit. However, before the torment could go any further, luckily, Cain actually used his locusts to pull Poison off of him—and as he soon noticed, Damian had been grabbed, too, and had dropped the sketchbook. He scrabbled across the floor over to the book, grabbing it up and scrambling to his feet, looking over at Cain and flushing slightly in embarrassment. “S-Sorry…um…Thank you…” He paused for a moment, his voice quieting a bit as he finished, ”…Dad…” Despite the fact that Egil had really wanted to ignore Damian’s statements about them all being family—Egil was perfectly fine with having Cain as his father. Although having the others—Poison and Damian especially—as siblings was a pretty terrifying thought, Cain made a good dad, at least. Or, Egil was pretty sure he did. He'd never had familial love shown to him before--and Cain was giving him the closest thing to that love that he'd ever had in his entire life. He gave the man a nervous smile, then nodded at the request to go help out Caleb with the cooking. That sounded far more agreeable and less full of suffering than hanging out with Poison and Damian. He trotted over to the kitchen area, holding his sketchbook with one hand, clearly a bit nervous—he knew that Caleb wasn’t talking just because the man simply couldn’t—but still, people who were only quiet were almost as nerve-wracking as people who spoke—you never could really know what was on their mind. As Caleb turned to face him with the knife, Egil looked at him with surprised confusion for a moment, until it became apparent that he wanted him to take it. ”O-Oh—! Y-Yeah, sorry!” he mumbled as he took the knife and went over to the items that he’d been requested to chop. He placed the sketchbook down nearby, lookng at it nervously a few times before beginning to cut up the ingredients--he really hoped that nobody grabbed it...
Luckily, this was something he was actually good at—he had rather deft hands, so knife work was something he was skilled with. He glanced over at Caleb quietly a few times as he cut up the cheese, onions, and other toppings, before speaking to him quietly, “Th-Thank you for making food, by the way…it’s pretty nice of you…”

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An Unsure Murmur - Unravel

Cristina Price
Mary Magdalyncher

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"Caleb's making new friends?! Lord blesseth!"

Cristina chirped excitedly as she entered the room. Her sweet, calm voice didn't seem to match her appearance or the excitement she was portraying, but there she was. The girl approached the two males in the kitchen, observing their work intently.

"Hamburgers are the work of Lucifer... Bless him~"

She commented- it was clear to see that her belief was very much on the confused side. While the girl carried a Bible around at all times, it was all scribbled and personalized, edited to her definition of perfection...she also carried a large chainsaw sword, so that made it that much more confusing to tell what she was all about. Cris squeezed Caleb into a quick hug-

"Just to remind you the Lord loves you~!"

Then went on to do the same to Egil. Which was strange even for her...she had spent most of her time in the Church of Crime minding her own business, trying to stay away from the others, as she could tell her lack of a Killer Gene made her stick out like a sore thumb, however this one was new, he didn't seem too hostile...yet.

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❝ Can you spare a moment for Jesus Christ ? ❞

- ᄂEτ Їτ Æᄂᄂ Θυτ! -
- вę Ǟ slǞvę ƮΦ ყΦЦЯ DęsiЯęs! -
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Poison started to gargle her own spit, with the intention of shooting one straight towards Cain to rebel against him. But a sudden appearance by Rose caught her off guard. The Greenette's eyes widened as she hugged onto the nun before pouncing her and pinning her to the floor of the cage "THERE YOU ARE ROSEY~! I MISSED YOU~!" as the cages opened up and all three of them fell to the ground, Poison didn't even notice. She was too busy making out with the tentacle monster on the floor to even answer his question as to what was wrong with her. Yep, nothing to see here but shit that is probably better left off being drawn by lonely Japanese men. That was most definitely not a squid.

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Poison's Theme - Throw It All Away