And so Scalpel gives him a good idea what he is walking into whilst continuing to be relatively hostile and disbelieving, all the while drinking whisky.
Le classeau :P
Also BOOM! 200th post! I feel specials.
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Scalpel’s eyes darkened further and his face from a scowl to a grimace at the pony in front of him, “So you’re here to make me an offer I can’t possibly refuse in return for some necromancy? Why didn’t you just go to some Laughing Psycho’s and get it done there? Because trust me ressurectionism is very different from what you’re asking me for. Ressurectionism is the returning of a body to actual life, but that doesn’t entail that the hmmm… original soul will return with it, in fact it largely doesn’t asides from the occasional quirk or piece of knowledge. What you are asking me for is necromancy, physically dragging the soul out of whatever afterlife of aether that it dwells in and stuffing it in a decaying corpse in a state of undeath. The effects vary given the willingness of the pony to return its body, most of the time it drives them insane however.”
Scalpel sighed and opened the door slightly revealing himself in full in a black suit and heavy black greatcoat lined with gold thread, “… But if you still want to go through with it then maybe I can work something out by combining the two techniques, they are not incompatible after all, but you have to take into account the fact that your friends might as well come back insane and with a taste for living flesh.”
He shrugged a bit, then gestured for the others to back off a little bit, which they did so, receding to darkened positions near the walls asides from Lambda who stayed as he opened the door in full. “If you are willing to accept the risks of the procedure step right on in and we will work this out in the living room, if not, you’re free to leave so long as you keep quiet about my presence here… I have been having… difficulties with some people and I’m sure you’d prefer not to wake up with swords going through your neck on some godforsaken night.”
Leaving the door he proceeded to cross and open a pair of double doors on the right of him, opening the way to a darkened room. Lambda eyed the stranger with a measure of hostility and suspicion, but made way regardless. “Stay a good length away from Father, make any move which suggests violence and I will deal with you myself” he stated in a passionate if almost electrical voice, before following his creator into the darkened room.
Scalpel utilised some magic and the torches around the room spluttered into life, revealing a host of expensive artefacts from many ancient cultures and a series of bookcases around the room, and a Dao Vase taking up each corner. To the right of them two great windows lay boarded up, only small beams of light making their way through the tight wooden boards. The floor was covered in large piles of hundred year old Saddle Arabian Carpets, covered in almost hypnotic and startling symbology. The central part of the room opened a way for two couches made of leather, and embroidered with various ancient languages, and a great armchair covered in the same text.
Scalpel took a seat in the armchair before continuing, “But before I agree to anything I want to know and have proof a number of things. The first being this: how did you discover where I was? The second, What is this valuable thing you are talking about, how did you discover it and why will it interest me? The thing I want from you is proof that this thing actually exists and you aren’t stringing me along, I want physical proof, not pipe stories and thrift store maps, otherwise this deal is off. Finally, I want your name, and don’t lie to me or I’ll dig through your skull like a knife slicing through rotten fruit.”
“Oh” Scalpel concluded, making a small humourless smile at the pony, “And don’t even think about betraying me, because there isn’t a god or demon that can save you from me if I find out you have done so.”
“Now, nameless pony, I believe you better get started on your story” Scalpel finalised, utilising a dart of magic to levitate a decanter of dark whisky over to his side, before pouring it into a glass and placing the decanter on a side table next to him, and forming some ice from magic to drop in the glass before taking a draught.
“I hope its good.”
Scalpel sighed and opened the door slightly revealing himself in full in a black suit and heavy black greatcoat lined with gold thread, “… But if you still want to go through with it then maybe I can work something out by combining the two techniques, they are not incompatible after all, but you have to take into account the fact that your friends might as well come back insane and with a taste for living flesh.”
He shrugged a bit, then gestured for the others to back off a little bit, which they did so, receding to darkened positions near the walls asides from Lambda who stayed as he opened the door in full. “If you are willing to accept the risks of the procedure step right on in and we will work this out in the living room, if not, you’re free to leave so long as you keep quiet about my presence here… I have been having… difficulties with some people and I’m sure you’d prefer not to wake up with swords going through your neck on some godforsaken night.”
Leaving the door he proceeded to cross and open a pair of double doors on the right of him, opening the way to a darkened room. Lambda eyed the stranger with a measure of hostility and suspicion, but made way regardless. “Stay a good length away from Father, make any move which suggests violence and I will deal with you myself” he stated in a passionate if almost electrical voice, before following his creator into the darkened room.
Scalpel utilised some magic and the torches around the room spluttered into life, revealing a host of expensive artefacts from many ancient cultures and a series of bookcases around the room, and a Dao Vase taking up each corner. To the right of them two great windows lay boarded up, only small beams of light making their way through the tight wooden boards. The floor was covered in large piles of hundred year old Saddle Arabian Carpets, covered in almost hypnotic and startling symbology. The central part of the room opened a way for two couches made of leather, and embroidered with various ancient languages, and a great armchair covered in the same text.
Scalpel took a seat in the armchair before continuing, “But before I agree to anything I want to know and have proof a number of things. The first being this: how did you discover where I was? The second, What is this valuable thing you are talking about, how did you discover it and why will it interest me? The thing I want from you is proof that this thing actually exists and you aren’t stringing me along, I want physical proof, not pipe stories and thrift store maps, otherwise this deal is off. Finally, I want your name, and don’t lie to me or I’ll dig through your skull like a knife slicing through rotten fruit.”
“Oh” Scalpel concluded, making a small humourless smile at the pony, “And don’t even think about betraying me, because there isn’t a god or demon that can save you from me if I find out you have done so.”
“Now, nameless pony, I believe you better get started on your story” Scalpel finalised, utilising a dart of magic to levitate a decanter of dark whisky over to his side, before pouring it into a glass and placing the decanter on a side table next to him, and forming some ice from magic to drop in the glass before taking a draught.
“I hope its good.”
I'd say the only thing to really piss off Scalpel would be to harm Honey or for him to figure out you betrayed him, the former is actually an undercurrent to the plot as he has been systematically hunting down and murdering the Earthborn involved in her mutilation over the years. Either would basically involve him going out of his way to cause the person as much pain as possible, and killing Honey would basically result in him losing the last of his ethical restraints and sanity.
Also you said "friends and family" in the RP, so I presumed some relatives are dead at least.
Also you said "friends and family" in the RP, so I presumed some relatives are dead at least.
kapuchu said
No clue :3 He would've probably ignored Sweeper. Arcon wouldn't even care about him (nor would Amaretto care about him). "Torrential is a bloody rain cloud. What use is he?!". I think Armifera & Crashing are the ones he would actually follow if he hadn't met Theá, or at least he would have tried to strike the same deal with them that he made with Theá.
I can basically confirm too that if he met God Scalpel they would have probably ignored each other at best, I'd say Crashing would be a good match for him if he hadn't met Thea.
Also I am really wondering how he will react when Scalpel does some Necromancy to sort out his part of the deal and his family and friends rise from the grave, sounds like an emotionally torturous moment.
kapuchu said
Alight. Very short post but I don't know what else to really write.
Yeah I'll get something up, although him knowing about Scalpel's studies is probably sending small alarm bells tinkling in his head, but that's honestly the reaction everyone who has ever heard of him gets.
kapuchu said
He is... And while most would say that having a characteristic that's "more" than a canon character is a recipe for mary sue or something to hate... Well, he IS a "scot" and they have a reputation for being big.
I'm afraid thats probably a Myth, at least from my perspective. Also why can I see Thea laughing her ass off in his ear?
kapuchu said
Looking forward to read the scolding xD
Careful now, he won't like that :P
kapuchu said
"Grotesquely huge"You make it sound like he's some abomination xD But yeah... big ass dude. Also, I made a mistake, his coat is a mint green, not azure. My bad :P
T'be fair you said he's bigger than Big Mac, who is already a bit of a giant ponywise, also I edited in the different colouration now.
Welp, ole Ammy got the rudest welcome ever due to interrupting the doctor and making him paranoid... also I am pretty sure that's the closest the Dok has got to a joke yet.
The light faded from Scalpels eyes and he once again touched the ground, all aspects of the other within himself disappearing as quickly as they had appeared.
“And so the deal is struck, we accept to abide by each other’s agreements and terms… and as for this..” here he turned to the alicorn horn, cradling it in his hooves like the most precious delicate thing in the world, before handing it over to Tsan, “this will go to the Inner Sanctum with Tsan and be stored until I have the necessary means of finalising my work, Tsan! Take ten of the War Drones with you and have them stationed there, I don’t want this disappearing.”
Tsan nodded, his face a picture of wonder and loyalty, and took the horn, wrapping it up in cloth and hurrying off with the War Drones on his mission. Before long the two remaining ponies heard the clanking of metal hooves on stone as they descended into the darkness on their way to the darkest regions of the house.
“Now, I believe that concludes our business here, If you wish you make leave and make your way in the world until my plans are completed with the artifice, I will send for you when the time comes for process to be put in motion. Otherwise I am sure my children will see to your needs if necessary, and provide you with food and place to sleep. You will have access to all but the Inner Sanctum if you wish to explore, but I wouldn’t advise attempting to breach my defences there for the sake of curiosity, the network of spells there is quite deadly for the uninvited.”
A heavy thumping on the door distracted him and for a moment a paralysing sense of fear settled over him, and he paused to look at Astral in suspicion. “It seems I have another visitor…”
He signalled to the Drones and Lambda to follow and they rose from their prostrated positions and hurried after him, eyes ablaze with zeal and religious fervour.
Scalpel hadn’t expected anyone else today, and the situation filled him with unease, had Astral been followed? Honestly the past two days he had seen more visitors than he had in a very long time, and the arrival of two in the same day was a very unusual circumstance.
Arriving at the door, surrounded by a ring of Drones, and a nearby Lambda in case things turned foul, Scalpel prepared himself for a very unexpected and unwelcome guest. Dragging open the door slightly he peered through the crack into the daylight and at the brooding form which had dropped itself on his doorstep.
On his doorstep was a massive unicorn, grotesquely huge in proportion to a normal pony and covered relatively heavy armour of chain and plate. There was something rough about him, a grim face plastered over a brightly coloured coat and mane of mint green and amber colouration. Scalpel eyed him up critically.
“Well, just for brevities sake I will conclude three possible reasons for you being here, No I don’t want whatever quackery you are selling under the pretence that it works, No I am not looking for hired muscle, I have more than enough of that as it is, and no, syphilis is incurable and you should have checked before you bedded that whore, so there isn’t anything I can do for you…”
His eyes glinted, blue orbs of malice and paranoia shining in the midday sun, still holding the door nearly closed as he continued “…Now that we have concluded those possible conversations, would you please tell me what you want? If it was one of the above however, I’d be obliged if you could fuck off now, I am busy.”
“And so the deal is struck, we accept to abide by each other’s agreements and terms… and as for this..” here he turned to the alicorn horn, cradling it in his hooves like the most precious delicate thing in the world, before handing it over to Tsan, “this will go to the Inner Sanctum with Tsan and be stored until I have the necessary means of finalising my work, Tsan! Take ten of the War Drones with you and have them stationed there, I don’t want this disappearing.”
Tsan nodded, his face a picture of wonder and loyalty, and took the horn, wrapping it up in cloth and hurrying off with the War Drones on his mission. Before long the two remaining ponies heard the clanking of metal hooves on stone as they descended into the darkness on their way to the darkest regions of the house.
“Now, I believe that concludes our business here, If you wish you make leave and make your way in the world until my plans are completed with the artifice, I will send for you when the time comes for process to be put in motion. Otherwise I am sure my children will see to your needs if necessary, and provide you with food and place to sleep. You will have access to all but the Inner Sanctum if you wish to explore, but I wouldn’t advise attempting to breach my defences there for the sake of curiosity, the network of spells there is quite deadly for the uninvited.”
A heavy thumping on the door distracted him and for a moment a paralysing sense of fear settled over him, and he paused to look at Astral in suspicion. “It seems I have another visitor…”
He signalled to the Drones and Lambda to follow and they rose from their prostrated positions and hurried after him, eyes ablaze with zeal and religious fervour.
Scalpel hadn’t expected anyone else today, and the situation filled him with unease, had Astral been followed? Honestly the past two days he had seen more visitors than he had in a very long time, and the arrival of two in the same day was a very unusual circumstance.
Arriving at the door, surrounded by a ring of Drones, and a nearby Lambda in case things turned foul, Scalpel prepared himself for a very unexpected and unwelcome guest. Dragging open the door slightly he peered through the crack into the daylight and at the brooding form which had dropped itself on his doorstep.
On his doorstep was a massive unicorn, grotesquely huge in proportion to a normal pony and covered relatively heavy armour of chain and plate. There was something rough about him, a grim face plastered over a brightly coloured coat and mane of mint green and amber colouration. Scalpel eyed him up critically.
“Well, just for brevities sake I will conclude three possible reasons for you being here, No I don’t want whatever quackery you are selling under the pretence that it works, No I am not looking for hired muscle, I have more than enough of that as it is, and no, syphilis is incurable and you should have checked before you bedded that whore, so there isn’t anything I can do for you…”
His eyes glinted, blue orbs of malice and paranoia shining in the midday sun, still holding the door nearly closed as he continued “…Now that we have concluded those possible conversations, would you please tell me what you want? If it was one of the above however, I’d be obliged if you could fuck off now, I am busy.”
kapuchu said
So... yeah. The majority of Denmark's tourism is our beaches and coastal cities. We don't have much in the way of fantastic landscapes like the scottish highlands, or the norwegian mountains and such. Still, I think our forests are beautiful xD Anywho, it's late, I'm going to bed. I'll see how Scalpel deals with another surprise visit tomorrow :P
Kayo, I'll try and get it done the now, I may simply finish it tomorrow.
Also I hear the Germans like popping up and enjoying your beaches, and that they got a little upset when you regained border control and started stopping the occasional person on the way into Denmark.
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