opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

*A twitch, a single break in his near-constant grin, was the only thing besides his round about way of speaking that showed his nervousness.* 

Never do I kill on purpose, certainly I may or may not have been the source of a few accidental happenings that could have ended lives. Perhaps I lurk, I do often scare and terrify for my own means. Food and survival are key factors in any creature’s life, if that is what my existence can be called. I feed on fear and emotion, mostly fear as it seems to be the easiest to come by. 

Oooh.. Feeding on fear. I like that.

/He smiled and exposed those teeth- long, sharp and needle-like in appearance. Not much different than that of an angler fish, really. Stitches on the corners of his mouth drawn tight, he leaned in somewhat closer upon taking note of the momentary waver in this ‘Corin’s smile./

You are quite the i̹̣̝̘̠͈̰n̲̬t̠̠͈͎͉͈ͅͅe̪͖͔͖̻̟͖r̝͓̺̪̣e̥͓̗̰͔s̥̘͉t̪̗̝̣i͚̤͎̗̪̙̝͔͙n̬͍̠͈͈̗͎̙g͇̟͇͇̟̝͚̪ one, C̱͚̖͕̝̻o̘̥̖r̺i̫͇̤n͈̲̮̻̤͎̠͕̜.

*Oh those teeth, and then being leaned closer to, that set off every warning bell in his mind. His own teeth extended and he barred them, causing them to lengthen a bit further. His claws followed suit and he backed up a bit, lifting himself upward naturally. However, beyond these few adjustments he didn’t seem to react.*

Perhaps I am, but it depends upon your definition of the word interesting. Some would say that I could be somewhat boring, or perhaps lazy. Saying that I do not actively seek out new meals, as it seems to be almost easier to simply feed on those that are mostly willing or unaware of my presence. 

Is that so?

/The other’s display was rather defensive, and though he wasn’t necessarily trying, Wolfgang could almost tell he was getting under his skin. He was putting him on edge, and while it wasn’t what he’d wanted at first, he most certainly wasn’t complaining now. It was pleasing, actually, to know that his charming ghoulish looks alone could do the work for him./

While interesting, it seems rather… t͉̤̤͎͉̥a̫̰͓͔̜̖̬ͅm͉̩͖͕̰͖̺̜e͇̞̣̼̹̜̺͈.

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

Not really, I heard mention of a ghost named Wolfgang that annoyed a certain individual. I feel honored to have met you~

Hmm… You know, they say with my kind it is close to the same. It depends on who you were in life as to what you are like when you become… As I am… *sniffs lightly* Are you trying to intimidate me? 

Annoyed? Oh- You must mean C̖ͅh͍̟̣̺̹͚͙r̭̖̩i̪s̥̝̬͍̦͍͙͈͎ṭ̣͖o̭͎͉̝p̜̦̘̰̖̦̟̖̞h̩̫̫͚̠͔̤̣e̙̝̻͖̻̼r͍̳.̩͓̩̲̪͔̟

/He smiled./

Intimidate you? Nein. And what are y̭͉̰o̪̦͉̮u͕̻͍, anyhow?

Mmh, yes. That could be the person I am referring to. 

What am I? That is a very deep question, one could call me a Boogie-man… Some have called me a monster, or a creature of shadow. Though I may have recently come across the more specific terminology for my race, being that of Crinis. I could perhaps rest under beds and in closets, maybe I can use them to move across space and time. Though saying that exactly would be a misnomer, as it is less controlled and more happenstance. 

Ooooooo~ooohh.

/The former soldier crooned, leaning his chin in his palm as those black, soul-less eyes blinked slowly./

How i̻̠̜̦̼̮̙̘n͕͔̳̟͉t̩̖̝̼̹̹̦͇e͇̺r̥͖e̼̞̮̠s̤t̪̤̘i̮n̜̯̗̳̲̯̰̤̣g̗̙̞.

What do you do? Do you lurk, do you scare- do you k̙͚͇̼͕̘̪̠̰i͇̲̩͕̬̫̰̯̩̫̹̮̪͉̜͕ḻ̬̻̼͉̤͓͔͇͚̠͇͇̪̟̗̫̦͙l͈̤̼̻?

*A twitch, a single break in his near-constant grin, was the only thing besides his round about way of speaking that showed his nervousness.* 

Never do I kill on purpose, certainly I may or may not have been the source of a few accidental happenings that could have ended lives. Perhaps I lurk, I do often scare and terrify for my own means. Food and survival are key factors in any creature’s life, if that is what my existence can be called. I feed on fear and emotion, mostly fear as it seems to be the easiest to come by. 

Oooh.. Feeding on fear. I like that.

/He smiled and exposed those teeth- long, sharp and needle-like in appearance. Not much different than that of an angler fish, really. Stitches on the corners of his mouth drawn tight, he leaned in somewhat closer upon taking note of the momentary waver in this ‘Corin’s smile./

You are quite the i̹̣̝̘̠͈̰n̲̬t̠̠͈͎͉͈ͅͅe̪͖͔͖̻̟͖r̝͓̺̪̣e̥͓̗̰͔s̥̘͉t̪̗̝̣i͚̤͎̗̪̙̝͔͙n̬͍̠͈͈̗͎̙g͇̟͇͇̟̝͚̪ one, C̱͚̖͕̝̻o̘̥̖r̺i̫͇̤n͈̲̮̻̤͎̠͕̜.

blackscythesofdarmar started following you

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

/is getting pretty tired of his shit. he flips the other off and grumbles/

Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, asshole.

What foul language.

/The man’s smile only grows; exposing his long, thin, needle-like teeth./

Such a b̬̜̝̙̖̲ͅa̻̳̙̬̬͖d̦͈͓̥͈̪l͇͓y̻̼ ̘̜̯͇̖̲b̤̫̥̝e͕̮̗̱̮̯̲h͙̜͕̩a̩͕v̻̤e̜̭͍͎d̙͇̝̙ horse you are.

Yeah, and such a motherfuckin’ ugly smooth skin you are.

Whoopdie fuckin’ do.

Smooth skin?

/Lifting his hand to his face, he touches his cheek almost gingerly. Sinking in his nails, he began to peel off a layer of green-tinted flesh and allowed it to drop to the floor./

Funny, I always thought I was quite h̲̦͈͎̮͚͈̬͎͈̳̥͔͈ͅa̪͇̦̗̘̲͕̩̞̮̲ͅn̖͕͍͍̳̻̭͉̮̳͇̠̘̟d̠͎͉̯̲̞̳̺̹̲̤̝͎̟ͅs͎̯͉͈͇̗̲̙̘̻̦̣̱ͅo̫̞̬͍̹̘̮̺̫̮͔̙̭̟͎̘m̰͓̯̘͈̝̼̟̦ͅe̩̘̣̫̹̠͍̘͎͍̘̰͇̳̼̬̝͉ͅ, for a d͙̘͎̯e̼̰͔͕͓͓̦̲̠̜̱ͅa̟͔̲̦̯̹d͙̠̣͖̭͓̲̣̣̤͚̥̰̭̥̝̣͔ man.

………………….

I’m gonna just go now.

But you are i͇͇̼̹̦̰n͈̲̞̱t̟̙̻̺̞̺̝̤e̜͚̜̬̼͉̩̻r̞͉̭̘̦̗̪ͅͅe̻s̠̩̪̲̣̗̲t̙̳i̠͚̯̪͕̙͕̘̤n͕͇̜͈g̳. Why not stay a while?

blackscythesofdarmar started following you

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

/is getting pretty tired of his shit. he flips the other off and grumbles/

Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, asshole.

What foul language.

/The man’s smile only grows; exposing his long, thin, needle-like teeth./

Such a b̬̜̝̙̖̲ͅa̻̳̙̬̬͖d̦͈͓̥͈̪l͇͓y̻̼ ̘̜̯͇̖̲b̤̫̥̝e͕̮̗̱̮̯̲h͙̜͕̩a̩͕v̻̤e̜̭͍͎d̙͇̝̙ horse you are.

Yeah, and such a motherfuckin’ ugly smooth skin you are.

Whoopdie fuckin’ do.

Smooth skin?

/Lifting his hand to his face, he touches his cheek almost gingerly. Sinking in his nails, he began to peel off a layer of green-tinted flesh and allowed it to drop to the floor./

Funny, I always thought I was quite h̲̦͈͎̮͚͈̬͎͈̳̥͔͈ͅa̪͇̦̗̘̲͕̩̞̮̲ͅn̖͕͍͍̳̻̭͉̮̳͇̠̘̟d̠͎͉̯̲̞̳̺̹̲̤̝͎̟ͅs͎̯͉͈͇̗̲̙̘̻̦̣̱ͅo̫̞̬͍̹̘̮̺̫̮͔̙̭̟͎̘m̰͓̯̘͈̝̼̟̦ͅe̩̘̣̫̹̠͍̘͎͍̘̰͇̳̼̬̝͉ͅ, for a d͙̘͎̯e̼̰͔͕͓͓̦̲̠̜̱ͅa̟͔̲̦̯̹d͙̠̣͖̭͓̲̣̣̤͚̥̰̭̥̝̣͔ man.

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

Not really, I heard mention of a ghost named Wolfgang that annoyed a certain individual. I feel honored to have met you~

Hmm… You know, they say with my kind it is close to the same. It depends on who you were in life as to what you are like when you become… As I am… *sniffs lightly* Are you trying to intimidate me? 

Annoyed? Oh- You must mean C̖ͅh͍̟̣̺̹͚͙r̭̖̩i̪s̥̝̬͍̦͍͙͈͎ṭ̣͖o̭͎͉̝p̜̦̘̰̖̦̟̖̞h̩̫̫͚̠͔̤̣e̙̝̻͖̻̼r͍̳.̩͓̩̲̪͔̟

/He smiled./

Intimidate you? Nein. And what are y̭͉̰o̪̦͉̮u͕̻͍, anyhow?

Mmh, yes. That could be the person I am referring to. 

What am I? That is a very deep question, one could call me a Boogie-man… Some have called me a monster, or a creature of shadow. Though I may have recently come across the more specific terminology for my race, being that of Crinis. I could perhaps rest under beds and in closets, maybe I can use them to move across space and time. Though saying that exactly would be a misnomer, as it is less controlled and more happenstance. 

Ooooooo~ooohh.

/The former soldier crooned, leaning his chin in his palm as those black, soul-less eyes blinked slowly./

How i̻̠̜̦̼̮̙̘n͕͔̳̟͉t̩̖̝̼̹̹̦͇e͇̺r̥͖e̼̞̮̠s̤t̪̤̘i̮n̜̯̗̳̲̯̰̤̣g̗̙̞.

What do you do? Do you lurk, do you scare- do you k̙͚͇̼͕̘̪̠̰i͇̲̩͕̬̫̰̯̩̫̹̮̪͉̜͕ḻ̬̻̼͉̤͓͔͇͚̠͇͇̪̟̗̫̦͙l͈̤̼̻?

blackscythesofdarmar started following you

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

….. yeah, I’m just gonna, pretend I never met you.

You’re no f̙̹̥ͅu͖̠̱̩̭̬̟̦͕ͅn̻̙̺̠͎.

I don’t have t’be fun, motherfucker. I ain’t here for yer entertainment.

/Cue an incredibly creepy head-turn and a smile that nearly pulls out his stitches./

That’s what y͚͔̗͓̠̫͕̲o͓͇̥͎̻̝̖̜̤̘̠͕̟͙͙u̗̪̻̘͍̖͓̖͈̺̝̬ think.

/is getting pretty tired of his shit. he flips the other off and grumbles/

Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, asshole.

What foul language.

/The man’s smile only grows; exposing his long, thin, needle-like teeth./

Such a b̬̜̝̙̖̲ͅa̻̳̙̬̬͖d̦͈͓̥͈̪l͇͓y̻̼ ̘̜̯͇̖̲b̤̫̥̝e͕̮̗̱̮̯̲h͙̜͕̩a̩͕v̻̤e̜̭͍͎d̙͇̝̙ horse you are.

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

Wolfgang… Ooh I see, you are that ghost. 

*smiles again and leans forward* 

I must ask… Do the dead feel emotion? 

t̯͕͕͎h̻͚̞̪̜a͍̰̭̠͈̟̗̱̻̥͉t͖͇̼͈̠͔͓̩͇̗̮͕͙̻͈̥ ghost? Am I famous, now?

It all depends on who you were. /Tilts his head to the side with an eerie ‘crack’./

Not really, I heard mention of a ghost named Wolfgang that annoyed a certain individual. I feel honored to have met you~

Hmm… You know, they say with my kind it is close to the same. It depends on who you were in life as to what you are like when you become… As I am… *sniffs lightly* Are you trying to intimidate me? 

Annoyed? Oh- You must mean C̖ͅh͍̟̣̺̹͚͙r̭̖̩i̪s̥̝̬͍̦͍͙͈͎ṭ̣͖o̭͎͉̝p̜̦̘̰̖̦̟̖̞h̩̫̫͚̠͔̤̣e̙̝̻͖̻̼r͍̳.̩͓̩̲̪͔̟

/He smiled./

Intimidate you? Nein. And what are y̭͉̰o̪̦͉̮u͕̻͍, anyhow?

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

opalescent-freak:

wolfgangtraugott:

H̙͓̘͔͍̩̬ͩ̌ë͕̯͉͉̩̼͇́̍̐l̳̟̤̯̭̙̖̉̍̌ͥ̐ͮ̾l̜̲͉o͈͓̦̣̪̓ͪ̃́̆̎ ̪̞͈̜̌̂͗̏̉̆̚ț̲̲̠̰ͣh̖̖̯̼͍͋̐̔͋̽ͯë́ͣ͆r̟͚̙̮͋e͚̜̮̬̟͉̰̓͌.̱͔͖̲̲̓̅ͮͯ

How is life— Oh wait, that’s rude.

*grins and snickers* Excuse me~

/Wolfgang simply narrows his eyes and gives him a rather… curious look./

Rude i͚͖̗̺͔̭͈̓ͪͯ̈̂n̗̙̩͍͚d͎͍̠͚ͯ̒͗ͩ́ĕ̦̅e̺̬̣̣̜d̔ͭ͌̀ͮ͂.

*leans back and flicks his tongue out, licking his lips for a moment before speaking*

I’m being very rude, I apologize. You could call me Corin if you so desire, or perhaps you could call me something else… Though, Corin is my preferred name. Do you have any preference on your own name? 

/Clearing his throat, the specter clasps his hands behind his back and examines the creature before him./

Wolfgang Traugott.

You w̻͚̟̥̺͈̆͛i̤͇͎̎̌l̯ͯ̉l̗̰͈̲̱̫ͫͨͭͅ call me Wolfgang. Nothing else.

Wolfgang… Ooh I see, you are that ghost. 

*smiles again and leans forward* 

I must ask… Do the dead feel emotion? 

t̯͕͕͎h̻͚̞̪̜a͍̰̭̠͈̟̗̱̻̥͉t͖͇̼͈̠͔͓̩͇̗̮͕͙̻͈̥ ghost? Am I famous, now?

It all depends on who you were. /Tilts his head to the side with an eerie ‘crack’./

blackscythesofdarmar started following you

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

….. yeah, I’m just gonna, pretend I never met you.

You’re no f̙̹̥ͅu͖̠̱̩̭̬̟̦͕ͅn̻̙̺̠͎.

I don’t have t’be fun, motherfucker. I ain’t here for yer entertainment.

/Cue an incredibly creepy head-turn and a smile that nearly pulls out his stitches./

That’s what y͚͔̗͓̠̫͕̲o͓͇̥͎̻̝̖̜̤̘̠͕̟͙͙u̗̪̻̘͍̖͓̖͈̺̝̬ think.

blackscythesofdarmar started following you

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

blackscythesofdarmar:

wolfgangtraugott:

Ĝ̝̫͓͎̀͌ͩ̀o͕͖ͬͤͣ̃o͇̠͚͓͛̾̄ͤͅd̓ ͇̱͎͖̉̅̅ͯd̜̳̟̪̘a̟̥ͅŷ̺͖̹̘̭ͪͮͧ͛ͪͅ.̬̘̬͎̘͖ͣ̒̆̍̋ͭ

It’s a p͈̼̗̟͉ͬͬḷ͔͙̮̮͐e̫̼͖̹̙̋ͦ̌̚a̤͈ͥ͛̎̓ͮs̳͖͒̔̚ű͉͉̙̪͗r̜͗ͤ̑͒̌͒̚ḛ̳̥̮̪̖̃͋̓ͯ.

Yeh got somethin’ in yer throat, bud.

/Loud, eerie cackling./

D̰͚͎͔̮͓̻̤̥͚̠̘̠͔ͧͯͤ͒͛ͫ̋͆ͪͬ̒ò͎̜̰̱͔͍̲̉͒ͯ͑̏̃͆̃ͨͥ͆̂͊͊ͮ͛̚ ̻̲̬͔̙̭͖̤͍͕͚̫͔̯̿̋̈̀̾ͮͭͣ͛ͩI̭̹͕͔͈͓͉̺͈̝̜͓̱̎̎̏ͣ̓?̠̣̘̙̜̞ͨͧͮͨ̐

….. yeah, I’m just gonna, pretend I never met you.

You’re no f̙̹̥ͅu͖̠̱̩̭̬̟̦͕ͅn̻̙̺̠͎.