💙: feeling pretty glum rn, might take a hiatus

💙: me when i see the geto mun online :3

"Ooooh, hello handsome." Oh no.

"LET THEN HANG KING !"

Looking at the raccon-like creature, curiously. "Errr . . . Ahoy ?"

"I was gonna go to the - " Ragdolls.

He gives a soft whistle, semi-flirty, and the rest? All pure respect. "It's . . . Yeah. It was . . . It means a lot to me." He traces his fingers alone the blade, the magic within both gim and the sword sparking against each other with vibrant blue sparks. " . . . I'm Matthias, by the way."

He huffs through his nose, lifting her sword up so she can have it back. His muscles strain against the weight, a frown of exertion on his face as they exchange once more. "WHEW . . . You're no joke, shortie. That's impressive ! Truly !" The nickname is affectionate, not dismissive or cruel.

. . . Can he power bottom ? If asked nicely, of course.

Oh. He was hoping for something more intimate . . . Can he at least have Gulus blow up people he dislikes ?

"Aye, yer sword is no joke too !" Matthias huffs, barely able to hold up her sword - he's clearly built for more acrobatic movements, lithe frame betraying him. "Hfff . . . Aye, aye, it was sent to me by the goddess of stars, luck, dreams, and travel . . . and my great times a thousand grandma."

Oh, he thought . . . What kind of explosion ?

Can . . . He be destroyed ? :3

[ NC ] (A soft grin.) Ye say dark magic like magic can implicitly be evil. Magic is magic, Cole. It's the user that is good, evil, or neither.~

The swords are transferred. No doubt, both parties act with the utmost care handling each other's blades. "Wow. The weight is off for me . . . But for someone like ye, it's . . . Perfect." He's weighing it in his right hand gently - his dominant sword hand. Matthias' sword, however, HUMS with -

[ NC ] (Extending his hand in a fistbump.) Ahoy there lil fella. Have ye ever wanted to be a pirate?

[ NC ] Oh??? Let me take a gander. (Matthias isn't great with kids, but for Cole? He'll do his best. Kids seem to love swashbucklers.)

The feeling is mutual, as Edge can see Matthias' calloused fingers tighten around his blade as he offers it to her . . . but with a deep, DEEP breath, he exhales, and loosens his grip, his other hand coming up to receive her sword. "Alright."

[ NC ] I've a runic circle that corresponds to my vessel, the Tidehawk. I make a circle with chalk or in the dirt, and everyone traveling steps inside, then we teleport.

[ NC ] That's fine then! My crew'll take good care of them. They're excellent babysitters, despite being pirates.~

"It's . . . It was a gift from the heavens. A goddess took pity on me and caused a star to fall to Golarion." A pause as he tilts the blade by the hilt - roughshod and homemade. " . . . I forged it meself. Would ye . . . Like to hold it ? If I can hold yers, that is."

[ NC ] That's alright, I was a bit shy as a kid too. If they're non-verbal, we don't have to talk.

[ NC ] Ye have a kid!?!?! ...would you introduce them to me? I've always wanted to be a dad...

[ NC ] Ye'd have to hold back but I'd love to have ye accompany me on adventure.

A smile is given in return, the magus sheathing his tome and unsheathing his own blade, the metal being similar to gold with a Damascus steel patterning. A gorgeous weapon that catches the light, sparkling like the infinite stars in the might sky. "D'ye like mine ?" Swordperson to swordperson.

[ NC ] It's a whole thing. They're part fae which means they live longer than mortals. True fae live almost forever uninterrupted...

[ NC ] There's an elf on my crew who's about four...hundred? not to compare to you, but...

Snapping his fingers at Quatritch. "Oi. Buzzcut. Pay attention to the blonde twink tryna get yer attention."

[ NC ] ( Frown. ) Ye should switch to mortal form and visit my world. My crew would treat ye like family, Cole. And me... Well. >:3

"Who in the fuck're ye, buzzcut ?"

💙: but with a telepathic messaging spell, not a text.

"Mmm . . . Yummy. ~" Matthias is somewhat short ! He only comes up to five and a half feet or 167.64 centimeters ! Regardless, he presses himself against Gulus, enjoying the way the digimon's body fits against his, and that lovely purr . . .

[ NC ] I was too, then I grew up on an island with a bunch of communal hippies and then a school with a bunch of raging queers.~

[ NC ] Yer so shy, it's adorable. (Leaning up.) Mwah ~

[ NC ] Me neither. (Draping his arms around Cole's torso with a contented huff.) Mmm. Warm.

"Mmm . . . Sure. ~" Standing on his tippy toes so he can rest his chin on Gulus' shoulder. "Ye should feed me. ~ Aaaah . . . ~"

[ NC ] Am I "ball"? I thought I was particularly lame...

[ NC ] What kind of oni? An oni tried to kill me once in Goka and I got disqualified from a tournament because of it. ( huff. )

[ puff. through his nose. ]

[ NC ] It's a long weekend, he's allowed a break. Oh my...I've been with some orcs before but you, Cole? Whew...

[ NC ] The mun may be intoxicated, excuse him. I do love yer tusks...

[ NC ] Ye left a big pretty fuckin' big mark, Cole! Shite...

[ NC ] ( SPRAYING HIM WITH A HARMLESS QATER CANTRIP ) STOP BITING SO HARD. BAD.

[ NC ] AUGH

[ NC ] :3 Blehhhh...

[ NC ] Goooood boy~ Hff.

[ NC ] IF YE DRAW BLOOD IM TAKIN' YER GEM WALLET (has no idea what rupees are)

[ NC ] I SAID GENTLE, BY THE GODS

[ NC ] ...is that supposed to deter me? If ye're gentle ye can leave bite marks on my neck...