Having been granted magic by the Iron Deity, Poropo feels confident he will be helped in some way, but he is also fearful of his almighty god made of condensed, metallic light; Poropo might just be one of many followers so his pleas might be drowned out and unheard! Poropo does not want to seem impatient, but he also does not want to die at the ripe age of 66. Thinking a little after his prayer, Poropo looks around and ponders, "I could wait for the Iron Deity's blessing over in that direction...yes...perhaps I could wait and walk...no blasphemy intended...yes."
Poropo Puzzled: Stranger Danger [Invite, Raeburn]
Tue Aug 17, 2021 1:03 pm
Having been granted magic by the Iron Deity, Poropo feels confident he will be helped in some way, but he is also fearful of his almighty god made of condensed, metallic light; Poropo might just be one of many followers so his pleas might be drowned out and unheard! Poropo does not want to seem impatient, but he also does not want to die at the ripe age of 66. Thinking a little after his prayer, Poropo looks around and ponders, "I could wait for the Iron Deity's blessing over in that direction...yes...perhaps I could wait and walk...no blasphemy intended...yes."
Tue Aug 17, 2021 3:19 pm
Huffing, Raeburn is indeed chewing some troll blood on his stroll. Accompanying the morning dew, Raeburn's num nums are performed like he's a noble instead of a murder hobo. Emerging from behind Poropo Popo, Raeburn is here to greet the fellow eccentric old fuck, not sure if he should be offended someone is as old as himself. Gracing divinity with his own divineness, Raeburn's generic black cloak is for some reason white today.
Cultivating his sanely happy mindset, Raeburn didn't expect some stability to roam around in his playground of instability. Hoping to help the other old person, Raeburn approaches at the side soundlessly (cuz Raeburn has that useless rogue soundless effect), thinking about how he should jump the person as a surprise. Deciding against it, Raeburn will just be full-pretentious instead in his streak. Coming from the forestry with light shining behind his holiness randomly, Raeburn unsheathes his sword and pikes some bagged meat sourced from SOMEWHERE. The ritual is done in front of Poropo.
"Hello friendo, I'm hiring for Cult 2.0, my name's Raeburn. It's fate we've met, here I bring you food, guess it's time for a lifetime of gratitude," chanted Raeburn, unlikely to begin a happy convo by talking about a guild slogan of blood.
Tue Aug 17, 2021 4:26 pm
With a sudden swoosh of a blade, someone made themselves clear to the shivering Poropo. Their appearance was sudden and frightening thanks to the blade wiping around and throwing a bag of what smelled like food in the face of the monk. Poropo prayed to the Iron Deity for a blessed, metal trashcan - a food source he was most familiar with - but a person swinging a metal weapon felt blessed enough to the hungry monk. Without a word, Poropo clasped his hands together in a quick, thankful prayer and leaped at the food! The chance to eat something came before manners in this moment so hopefully the kind stranger wouldn't do anything uncouth at the last moment.
Sat Aug 21, 2021 9:38 pm
Thinking to bequeath his sword, Raeburn is not even allowed to do so, and this reassures his mindset. If looking closely, people might think Raeburn's contemplating using his blade to kill Poropo. Looking to leave this area, Raeburn's more willing to act naturally elsewhere. Meeting in passing, Raeburn likes to share thoughts at each moment usually, even if to influence another random thought. Looking over the most minor contemplations, Raeburn doesn't feel the game of wandering is fun anymore. Cutting away the raw meat brings Raeburn's ideals to an end for this encounter. If Poropo's fated for fun, he shall find it anywhere. Soundlessly departing, Raeburn doesn't look to engage with Poropo.
(Exitz exity)
Sat Aug 21, 2021 9:52 pm
"Um...I did not properly introduce myself - my name is Poro-...po..." The mysterious person was gone, leaving without another word. Left alone once again to find his way out of the deep, cold woods of Iceberg, Poropo could not help but feel dread crawl up his spine - the dread of owing a stranger a favor.
Poropo ate all he could from the sack left by Raeburn and looked towards his surroundings in hopes of seeing anyone, especially the kind stranger. Only the howling winds and darkness of the woods met Poropo's lost gaze, "P-perhaps owing a favor to h-*him* will not be so bad? I might n-never see him again anyway..."
Poropo stood up and used the sack, once filled with food, to cover his hairless head as he peered into the darkness of the woods and made a long trek back to civilization.
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