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Tseth: Colorful? That’s one way to put it. “Well, I do like men for a reason-“ He looks around for someone, and sees them. Birch. He goes after them, intent to slit their throat.
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Resh: He shrugs. “Can’t say I blame you.” He grabs another cultist by the throat and runs them through, dropping them on the ground.
Birch: They look at Tseth as he approaches them. “Oh, shit-“ They throw their stolen knife at him.
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Salmook: he hasn't looked up from his game for a while, has he? stupid, stupid, stupid. he sits up and peeks out of the bush, brushing aside a few leaves and mystery-berries for a better view. he doesn't notice anything out of the ordi… wait. he sees a group of three or so cultists moving away from the fight. pretty quickly, too. if he turned to tell anyone, the cultists would be gone by then, so he decides to sit tight and watch.
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Tseth: He dodges swiftly. He readjusts his grip on his sword, and makes a swift motion. The next second, Birch is bleeding out on the forest floor. “Little bitch, more like.” He turns, going to the next cultist and killing them in a similar manner.
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Resh: He pulls his knife out of the person he threw it at a few responses ago, stabbing another cultist in the throat.
Parvus: He swiftly runs toward the 3 cultists that try to escape the fight, jumping on each of them and biting them in the throats one by one.
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Tseth: Theres only a few more cultists. He snaps one’s neck, and drives his sword into another’s chest. “This better be the last of these fucks-“
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Salmook: yikes. Parvus is doing a really bad job at convincing Salmook he isn't something to be scared of. Salmook politely averts his eyes, and he returns to his rock game, very much disturbed.
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Leader: She stalks out from behind a tree, throwing a large knife at Tseth with terrifying accuracy.
Resh: He looks over at Tseth, and the knife flying toward him from behind. He sprints over to him and shoves him out of the way, getting hit in the shoulder with the knife and stumbling, clutching his shoulder. His shoulder is now bleeding heavily. He shakes his head and throws his knife at the leader, hitting her in the chest.
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Tseth: Suddenly, he’s shoved out of the way. When he sees what happened, Resh has a knife lodged in his shoulder. “What the- Resh, what the hell were you thinking?”
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Resh: His hand hovers near the wound, as if he’s contemplating whether or not to pull the knife out. “I don’t know, maybe I don’t want you to fucking die.” He winces and glares at his shoulder. “If I knew this would hurt so much, I might have just let you die.”
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Alex: Pretty sure the fight’s over, he walks over to the two of them. “Don’t pull the damn knife out, you’ll bleed out faster.”
Tseth: “Mm, because you thought getting stabbed in the shoulder wasn’t going to hurt.”
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Resh: He rolls his eyes at Tseth. “Well, if I were lucky, it would have hit somewhere lethal and ended my life a lot quicker.” He reluctantly drops his hand to his side.
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Tseth: He sighs. “I certainly wouldn’t want to be the one to explain your death to Juni.”
Alex: You two better not start this again. “I need to treat your wound. We can either do that here, or back at the clearing. Personally, I wouldn’t want to keep a knife in my shoulder for that long.”
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Resh: He inhales sharply as Tseth mentions Juni. “…Alright, fine, you have a point there.” What the hell was I thinking, if I die I’ll leave her- He closes his eyes for a moment, then looks at Alex. “I’d rather not leave this thing in my shoulder.”
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Salmook: it's been long enough, hasn't it? he peeks out of the bush and… stars above, RESH! what happened?! he scrabbles to his feet and joins the group. it seems safe enough at the moment, nothing in the forest moving besides the leaves in the wind. he pokes Tseth, the closest to him, with confusion, terror, and general worry all over his face.
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Alex: He looks up at Resh. Why is he so tall. “Uh- if you wouldn’t mind sitting down, it would help.” He fumbles for the pouch of light crystals at his side, taking a couple out. “Didn’t expect to do this to someone twice in a row, but here we are.”
Tseth: Who the hell touched him. He turns around swiftly, to see- oh, it’s just Salmook. He looks quite worried, and scared. Tseth crouches down to Salmooks height. “Ah- hey kid. Don’t worry. Alex is pretty good with this stuff.”
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(do we need help from a Elder God or is Fishhok considered to be gone now lmao-)
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(Fishhook can bother Juni idk)
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(Salmonboy me bob has probably forgotten about Pharmaceutical and will go through all five stages of grief all over again upon seeing it- have fun with that Circusmaster)
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(wheezing over all the nicknames for this guy)
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(We need to give the others some Cursed Nicknames™️)
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(Tseth has so many cursed nicknames, favorites are Teeth and Tarth Vader)
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(Sir Teeth)
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(Alex… yeehaw)
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(Short yeehaw man)
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(Resh: emo lv5 autism stare)
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(Resh is sunshine)
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(Yes but autism stare)
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Resh: He stifles a laugh and sits down on the ground. “I get injured a lot. Problem is, we don’t have any of this magic healing bullshit where I’m from.” Shrugs “Half the time I’d wrap a piece of fabric around a wound and say good enough.”
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Salmook: he shudders at the idea of what Resh does the other half of the time
"…That… sounds like a great way to catch wound-rot… He'll be alright, won't he, Alex?"