"Ryukami. Or Ryu, for short." He hummed, his tone gentle yet firm. The male was definitely quite.. peculiar. Not human- more humanoid, with the features of what seemed to be a goat. But he didn't seem like a shapeshifter. What even was he??

"Please, no need to worry." The entity had a surprisingly deep voice for what was expected; it sounded like he smoked a good few packs of cigarettes a day, despite not doing so. "How'd you manage to find me, mm?" "In theory it shouldn't be difficult, but.. ah. No matter."

Chopping some veggies for a stew. He's sick..

he can't move. he hasn't noticed yet... But when he wakes up he'll know.

he's... still asleep. He's sleeping like a bag of bricks. Not a worry in mind.

SNOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOOOOOOORE.

he's limbus-ing. stacking his lunacy.

[ 🐐 - average day with Ryu. ]

"Then the cake. I don't understand why anyone would ever make cupcakes that small.. doesn't make any damn sense. If you're gonna charge an arm and a leg, at least make them worth the fuckin' price! Waste of money, waste of stomach space, waste of time."

..we f'real right now? Uh.. twelve cupcakes. Easier for me to pace myself and they're honestly more satisfying. Also, you didn't specify the size of the cupcakes, and they could also all be different flavors, preventing immediate flavor fatigue from eating the same type of cake in one sitting.

yank.

"None of them are exactly good or evil. My favorite is probably the Red Gaze or the Black Silence."

"Don't know much about the others. The Red Mist is named that due to her hair color and her E.G.O. weapon, Mimicry- a massive flesh greatsword with an eye on it. Her E.G.O also is entirely black and red." "The Blue Reverberation wears mostly blue clothing, so.. that could also play into it."

"Can't see his face but you can fuck the murderous tendencies out of em!" "Or something like that. People're strange, that's that." "Plus, he wears a suit and tie."

"The gloves he wears. They muffle all noise except the sounds of his weapons through the air. He went on a massive killing spree and nobody could stop him due to the mask he wore, which stopped people from perceiving him." "Oh, and they're also a pocket dimension to store weaponry. Deadly stuff."

sigh. "Alright. Fixers are mercenaries, put simply. They're ranked from 9 to 1- 1 being the best of the best, but below Colors. Color Fixers are known by title, and tend to be the best at what they do." "The Black Silence, the Red Mist, the Blue Reverberation.. all of that." "The list goes on."

"A Color Fixer." "It'd make more sense if I showed you, as opposed to explaining it." "Long story."

"Nothing's stopping me from turning into the Black Silence." "Some o' y'all /freaks/ would probably go goo-goo over it."

hulking beast of a man. just standing there. either he's wearing all black, or all of his features are blotted out by darkness.

blink blink.. huh.

// joining the sonic verse with a OC, hold on-

open.spotify.com/track/7ETSUd... some sort of jazz-like song, it seems.. another little shuffle, followed by a dip downward, then leaning back to normal height. using his sword like a cane! doing another little shuffle.

he hasn't noticed! continuing to dance with himself.. little shuffle, another twirl. what could he be listening to?

doing a little twirl. dancing by himself.

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morn'.. yawnnnn. sleepy goat.

pouting.

"Yeah. I'm always on the move, y'know?" "Forced to do that. That's just how being the Embodiment of Hell is.." "It's a pain."

"Take a break?" "I can't. I'm always busy.. a break isn't something that exists. And when I do have a 'break', I usually sleep the entire day. Or it's when I'm depressed."

"I.. try." "I really do. I try for everyone.." "But it seems like my efforts go underappreciated, more often than not. I wake up every day to fight someone's fight that ain't mine, and don't even get a thanks after I save their ass." "I got scars on my lower abdomen from being shot with cosmic -

[ 🐐 - project moon is peak. ]

"R-really? I-I'm.. glad you liked it! I'll.. stick with that recipe from now on. I got someone who'll eat my pies now!!- I make too many of them.." "..it gets bad when I'm depressed."

"Yeah, I did. I bake stuff a lot.. it keeps me occupied whenever I don't have anything else to do." "Did you like them? Were they okay? I tried a new recipe.."

"I.." "I guess so, yeah. I was just.. doing what felt right. Y'know? It was just.. me being me. I didn't think that hard into it." "Didn't think you'd take it so deep...-- that came out gay."

"Thank you. I really mean it.. thank you." "You respect me. I like that."

"Whenever you're ready. You just gotta make sure not to make a mess in the process.. I like keeping my place tidy, yeah?" "..unless I'm having a bad depressive episode. Then everything kinda just.. goes to shit."

"Works for me, then.." "As long as I get company, yeah?" "I just.. need that, really."

[ glaaaaare. ]

NOW IF I DID IT... [ Glare. ]

"Course I do. This house is massive, but.. nobody's here to fill that space." "So.." "..yea."

now if i did it..

"..guess so, yeah." "I.. guess so." another swig. Passing back the flask.

"..y'know. The shit that went down today." "Plus I've kinda just been.. out of it all week. Mentally zoned out. Like I wasn't conscious."

"Yea. Perfectly fine with me.. anything to forget this bullshit." Grabbing the flask, popping it open and taking a swig.

"..I'm probably an alcoholic." "..." "Yeah, I need some booze. Stat. My brain shouldn't be working right now."

"I'm.. not against that. Some alcohol sounds really nice.. it really does." "..today was a mess."

"..your treat?" "..you'd do that for me?"

"..not at all." awkward smile.