It's an angel.

antares Any ideas for Bel's voiceclaim, chat?

The ram doesn't turn around, but still begins to speak, still crouched at the headstone he was polishing. "Come to mourn a loved one?" His voice is definitely elderly-sounding.

"Haha, indeed." He nods, biting the apple again, rectangular eyes glancing upward to the heavens. "We cannot hope to understand Him."

"I see. Perhaps it is providence from above we have met, then." He chuckles as he takes another bite from the apple. "God is certainly mysterious. Do you not agree?"

He simply shrugs, before deciding to eat the apple himself, still keeping that smile on his smout the entire time. "Is that so?"

antares Funni Ram who definitely doesn't have ulterior motives

The caprine priest appears to be tending to a small bed of flowers in front of a grave. He still seems to have a wide smile on his face, though, strangely enough.

The caprine priest appears to be tending to a small bed of flowers in front of a grave. He still seems to have a wide smile on his face, though, strangely enough.

"...Haha, is that so?"

An empty shell; Something rotten behind your smile.

antares Funni Ram who definitely doesn't have ulterior motives

"Haha, churches are everywhere, child! God's forgiveness is ever-present."

"...I am not aware of a 'Father Alvin'. Does he live in this town?" The ram seems curious once more, tapping his chin with a hooved 'finger', rectangular, caprine eyes focused on the Mimiga.

"My name is Bel, child. I am a travelling priest, and I am no monster." He gives a polite nod of his head and a wide smile. It seems... slightly too wide, but that could have just been a trick of the light.

"...Hmm, that does seem rather, how you worded it, 'weird'!" He chuckles jovially, placing his hooves on his hips.

"And what is particularly 'weird' about it, child?" He tilts his head slightly, seeming to be genuinely curious.

"Is that so, child?" ...It's a... ram?

antares And fleeped Sorry DR folks, Knight muse has been dead for months jdjcjd

antares Probably gonna flip this account Not sure what to yet I'm thinking Bel from the Animal Crossing Wild World ARG

Its visor shifts into an uneven, jagged smile as it hands Mike the crystal. This made its job easier...

Another nod as a response, followed by holding out its palm upward. From the white void within, darkness deeper than dark began to froth and bubble, forming a chunk of Shadow Crystal. Even without words, the order was clear; tempt someone into becoming a holder.

It tilts its head slightly; almost imperceivably. Orders? How curious... Perhaps this Darkner was working with another Knight. So it nods. If they served one Knight, then that made them an ally to all Knights.

It just... appears near Mike, visor shifting to stare at the giant microphone.

[NC] It just hands her a 144p recording of self-admitted gloobiness.

It wonders if the other Knight has flattened the end of the salesman's nose to use as a golf tee. It finds the idea amusing. It never particularly liked that holder.

Maybe I just like opening fountains . Did anyone ever think about that . Maybe it’s my coping mechanism . Are you ableist . I’m just stimming

It's just been stirred from its slumber and is wondering what on earth is going on here.

antares The current knights; One sadistic and heartless One bound by duty And one who's just la creatura

] drops her in frpnt of you and walks away

A pushback from the glass blade, and no words are traded in kind. A finger raises, pointed like a gun at her, and from it screams dagger-like flakes of ice magic.

Blade meets blade in a heartbeat; a thing of blackened glass held in a hand that was empty a moment ago. The wind blows around them, bringing a bitter chill that bites at the very soul.

Darkness takes shape from darkness; a misasmic black taking humanoid shape, clad in void that leaves images of itself drifting in its wake. A Roaring Knight appeared.

A cold chill lingers in the air...

antares DRRP verse fr

antares I need to try and get back into the 'mysterious, unnatural creature' vibe for the Knight

It remains silent. A passive observer, unlike most of the other Knights that now populate this dark. Quietly, it fades into the background, shadowed form melting into the dark around them, with only that pale visor proof of its presence. It wants to see what she will do.

rain they tried the Roaring Table but the table they sat at just screamed at them and it was hard to have meetings with that going on /j

No answers from this Knight save the dark gleam of its visor. Its thought processes are alien. Other.

antares I had to get the 'It's literally garbage???' reference in there

...It still dislikes this Dark World in particular. It's literally garbage. Nothing but discarded waste. Though a mirror reflects only what it sees, of course.

Dark hand meets dark hand in greeting; an affirmation of alliance. They seek the same goal, after all, and two blades were greater than one.

And like a reflection, the tilt is returned. Were they both called by, and brought to serve, the same dark deeper than dark that breathed beneath? Only silence prevailed amidst the gaze of mirrors.

It sits in the deep dark, waiting. For what? Who can say but the Knight itself.

An amusingly common line of thought. It ponders how she intends to kill, though; no matter how she percieves the dark, be it dream or reality, could she truly bring herself to end a life?