◇ Would it kill someone, anyone to respond to something with something besides one to two word responses? Please? Should I just retire?
Welkin Bennett
@innocentoutrider.bsky.social
Maybe the world is ugly. Still got rivers in it. Still got music. Still got people worth dyin' for. #OCRP #MVRP
What's a revanent hunter? Is that some kind of new type of revenant hunter?"
"My mind's still all fuzzy, I remember someone's arms around me crying tellin me to go to sleep. Why can't I remember their face?"
"Just a roundabout way of speaking the devil's name."
"Who's Sam Hill?"
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𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣
Welkin nodded earnestly thumbing a bit of black powder onto his gloved finger giving it a lick of his tongue, relishing the sulfur taste. The trance lighting his mind like a fuse. His pale blue eyes dilated as the world came into sharp focus. "Your hair is rather pretty Miss. Are you stressed?"
She let out a low whistle as she eyed his gun, giving a little approving nod. "Niiiice piece.... Guess you won't need your target to stand still after all."
"Everything frightens me, and it's well that it does. The dead are fearless, and I don't care to join them."
"Sure am! Got the ears of a hawk, and scent of a hound dog and the best part is everything gets fine tuned with a bit of this." The fresh faced gunslinger pulled a powder charge from his pocket.
"Hmm...then, that means you're honing your other senses better, no?"
"I'm trying but my vision ain't working as good as it used to."
"Then don't miss~"
"Count, count, count, count, the bullets in the bandoliers. If, your, eyes, drop, they will get atop of you. Boots, boots, boots, boots movin' up and down again."
"Don't matter the size of em' You put enough red stripes into a demon they won't be getting back up."
"There once was a gunslinger tired, Whose patience had wholly expired. No monsters to track, No fools to shoot back, So now I just sit here in ire."
"As the whole becomes a part I strike to burn. But no flame returns."
"ι ωιℓℓ тαкє тнє ѕυƒƒєяιηg ƒяσм уσυ.~" ☆Overlord Supreme Being OC ¤Mun & Muse +30 ♡Adored by Xixi
Welkin thumbed a line of black powder onto his hand and snorted it, gently humming to himself.
"I reckon so. Though my doc keeps insistin' I stop verifyin' it firsthand. You sound awful excited about findin' out."
"He's cute. Wonder if he's a bleeder?"
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐲?" 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝑼 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝙍𝙋 | 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 | 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧. ⠀↺ | ♡︎ #OverlordRP #FantasyRP
"I have only one regret and one hope. I hope I didn't make a grave mistake refusing to die peacefully. And my regret? It’s too bad Weiss wasn't Figaro's first son. He'd have made a terrific king. I'm going to regret killing him.”
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"Cold enough out here that my revolver’s got more feeling in it than my fingers."
For far too long Welkin just stood in stunned silence while rainwater dripped from the brim of his hat. Trying to gather the words to explain his disappearance. Welkin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly beneath the collar of his coat. +
to the lapels of his coat as if he might disappear again if she loosened her grip. “You died." she hissed. “You absolute bastard, you died." She struck his chest. Once. Twice. Nadia’s ears flattened as her voice cracked despite every ounce of pride in her body. “I looked for you.”
"There are things out there in the dark. Old things. Things that like to wear people like costumes. They don't barge in, all teeth and claws. No, they slide in quiet. Whispers. Dreams. Lullabies in the wings. And once they're inside, they start feeding. On thoughts. Memories. Guilt. +
"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝑁𝑜, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑔." 𝑁𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝐴𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑒𝑥𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟. 𝙍𝙋 | 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 | 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧. ⠀↺ | ♡︎
"Seems like? That's a rather round about way of insultin' one's intelligence. But I guess if that's how you wanna label it."
"You could call it a militia, seems the best way to explain it to you "