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[ Pickles now has a device hanging off the strap around his neck, and that's about all that's different... except the ink thing, but he isn't aware of that just yet. He's just toddling here and there around the campsite until he sees Marina. Does she have her bible out? ]
[ OH NO IT'S HER BOY LEVI.......... this is so real....... but also IT'S HER BOY PICKLES. she perks up a little bit and yes. she is holding onto her book, keeping it close to her chest as she's poking in and around the various locations to see who happens to live where. ]
Oh! Hello, my good boy. How are you doing?
[ tilting her head. ]
Is that something from your box? The thing around your neck.
Oh! Hello, my good boy. How are you doing?
[ tilting her head. ]
Is that something from your box? The thing around your neck.
[ a blink as she kind of processes what is happening. and then... she brightens! ]
Huh? Oh! That's a clever little thing around your neck. Convenient. Well...
This isn't the book from the church here. Promise. Though it is a bible, it's not that bible. Whew, what a headache that one is.
Huh? Oh! That's a clever little thing around your neck. Convenient. Well...
This isn't the book from the church here. Promise. Though it is a bible, it's not that bible. Whew, what a headache that one is.
A new found interest in the occult?
[ looking down at it and tilting her head. man. she supposes since the gods can't reach her here, that she knows of, that this should be okay. ]
Yeah. I don't see why not. Come on, let's find a place to sit and I'll crack it open.
[ looking down at it and tilting her head. man. she supposes since the gods can't reach her here, that she knows of, that this should be okay. ]
Yeah. I don't see why not. Come on, let's find a place to sit and I'll crack it open.
Edited 2024-06-10 23:40 (UTC)
[ she will read to doggo quietly just for fun:
"The god of Fear and hunger was a pure child, a blank slate birthed in the darkest pits of human creation. That is where she grew, that is all she knew. She was the pure representation of fear and hunger, not spoiled by even a glimmer of hope.
...
Mankind had seen its share of stagnation and suffering... To rise from those perilous pits, growing pains were necessary. Progress comes at a price. Fear motivated people while hunger kept them moving forward. People cherished hardship and drew inspiration from it. The learned from it." ]
She's a pretty unique god... sad, though... protector of the abandoned... a mover of the world, ushering in a whole new era.
"The god of Fear and hunger was a pure child, a blank slate birthed in the darkest pits of human creation. That is where she grew, that is all she knew. She was the pure representation of fear and hunger, not spoiled by even a glimmer of hope.
...
Mankind had seen its share of stagnation and suffering... To rise from those perilous pits, growing pains were necessary. Progress comes at a price. Fear motivated people while hunger kept them moving forward. People cherished hardship and drew inspiration from it. The learned from it." ]
She's a pretty unique god... sad, though... protector of the abandoned... a mover of the world, ushering in a whole new era.
I have to believe that there is some truth to it... and... I do.
[ she smiles. ]
But ultimately, these bibles will be bibles. Religious tomes are full of interesting discrepancies when written by the hands of humanity. There's probably equal parts true, extrapolation, and pure marking shit up.
[ she smiles. ]
But ultimately, these bibles will be bibles. Religious tomes are full of interesting discrepancies when written by the hands of humanity. There's probably equal parts true, extrapolation, and pure marking shit up.
[ ohhhhhhhh well.
marina just looks down at the book and then back at pickles. and gives him a scritch under the chin if he allows. telegraphs her motions obviously for it. ]
... A little bit. I grew up in a dark place. What about you? Where'd a puppy like you grow up?
marina just looks down at the book and then back at pickles. and gives him a scritch under the chin if he allows. telegraphs her motions obviously for it. ]
... A little bit. I grew up in a dark place. What about you? Where'd a puppy like you grow up?
[ good puppy, precious puppy. she smiles a little. ]
London... the name sounds a little bit like where Daan's from.
[ the equivalent is rondon. which is funny. rub rub scritch scritch. ]
I'm from a place called Prehevil. It's 1942 there.
This device around your neck... did someone make it for you? Or are you even smarter than I already know you are?
London... the name sounds a little bit like where Daan's from.
[ the equivalent is rondon. which is funny. rub rub scritch scritch. ]
I'm from a place called Prehevil. It's 1942 there.
This device around your neck... did someone make it for you? Or are you even smarter than I already know you are?
[ Pickles moves his head up and down again with his ears perking up at the mention of Daan. ]
Woof, woof.
[ The puppy introduces you to Doggie, the best dog translating device built by Mr. APPLe.
Pickles snorts when it says "best". He clearly doesn't think it's the best. ]
Woof, woof.
[ The puppy introduces you to Doggie, the best dog translating device built by Mr. APPLe.
Pickles snorts when it says "best". He clearly doesn't think it's the best. ]
[ he is. an artist.
she will carefully take her stick and draw her own circle beside it, but the circle will just have... another circle and a couple of stick legs and... it's a very silly looking cartoon stick dog. ]
Well, I tried. I'm better at sigils than actual artistry...
she will carefully take her stick and draw her own circle beside it, but the circle will just have... another circle and a couple of stick legs and... it's a very silly looking cartoon stick dog. ]
Well, I tried. I'm better at sigils than actual artistry...
Edited 2024-06-11 16:34 (UTC)
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