Marcoh.
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In my restless dreams, I see that town.
Prehevil.
In my restless dreams, I see that town.
Prehevil.
Pinned
[ Marcoh clenched his fists. He’d ran into the bastard before — or more specifically, the bastard tried to ambush him in his sleep.
Marcoh almost had him. Almost. He got away. ]
He resembles a walking piece of shit more than a man. If we ever run into him again. . I’m not holding back.
Marcoh almost had him. Almost. He got away. ]
He resembles a walking piece of shit more than a man. If we ever run into him again. . I’m not holding back.
mm, even some of the folks that came off of the same train had, ah. what do people call it. 'bad vibes'? especially that caligura man ...
( scrunching up her nose at the mere mention. )
i make it a point to retain my kindness. even in a situation as horrid as this.
( scrunching up her nose at the mere mention. )
i make it a point to retain my kindness. even in a situation as horrid as this.
It’s not so bad, but I get what you mean.
[ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ]
You’d be surprised. . some people can be cruel.
[ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
[ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ]
You’d be surprised. . some people can be cruel.
[ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
February 5, 2026 at 4:00 PM
[ Marcoh clenched his fists. He’d ran into the bastard before — or more specifically, the bastard tried to ambush him in his sleep.
Marcoh almost had him. Almost. He got away. ]
He resembles a walking piece of shit more than a man. If we ever run into him again. . I’m not holding back.
Marcoh almost had him. Almost. He got away. ]
He resembles a walking piece of shit more than a man. If we ever run into him again. . I’m not holding back.
It’s not so bad, but I get what you mean.
[ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ]
You’d be surprised. . some people can be cruel.
[ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
[ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ]
You’d be surprised. . some people can be cruel.
[ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
i never did take a train before i came here. i think this all will kind of deter me from going on one ever again.
( she does feel a bit more protected with someone much physically stronger than her around. especially if she gets caught in something she caught out-muscle. )
aha, you don't owe -->
( she does feel a bit more protected with someone much physically stronger than her around. especially if she gets caught in something she caught out-muscle. )
aha, you don't owe -->
[ A slight smile formed on Marcoh’s face in response, if only for a moment. Then, that familiar stoic expression returned. ]
I’m Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now I’m caught up in all this.
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I’m Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now I’m caught up in all this.
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February 5, 2026 at 2:58 AM
It’s not so bad, but I get what you mean.
[ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ]
You’d be surprised. . some people can be cruel.
[ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
[ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ]
You’d be surprised. . some people can be cruel.
[ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
[ A slight smile formed on Marcoh’s face in response, if only for a moment. Then, that familiar stoic expression returned. ]
I’m Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now I’m caught up in all this.
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I’m Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now I’m caught up in all this.
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i will be sure to watch your back then. ✨
( even despite their circumstances, she manages a smile. if she doesn’t here now and then, she felt like she could lose her humanity all together. and she’s much too stubborn for that these days. )
i am eve. i am … very far from home. but i prefer —>
( even despite their circumstances, she manages a smile. if she doesn’t here now and then, she felt like she could lose her humanity all together. and she’s much too stubborn for that these days. )
i am eve. i am … very far from home. but i prefer —>
[ Sin was something that could take many forms. For Marcoh, that was guilt. He’d killed a man in the boxing ring under the orders of a mob boss. It was an immense burden that he carried. . one that would eat him up from the inside if he wasn’t careful. ]
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February 4, 2026 at 4:03 AM
[ A slight smile formed on Marcoh’s face in response, if only for a moment. Then, that familiar stoic expression returned. ]
I’m Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now I’m caught up in all this.
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I’m Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now I’m caught up in all this.
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// i just remembered that i had daan in my party and he fucking DIED on the Kaiser fight right before I got ending A. bro is never going to ascend and become a collective consciousness
February 3, 2026 at 5:20 PM
// i just remembered that i had daan in my party and he fucking DIED on the Kaiser fight right before I got ending A. bro is never going to ascend and become a collective consciousness
[ Sin was something that could take many forms. For Marcoh, that was guilt. He’d killed a man in the boxing ring under the orders of a mob boss. It was an immense burden that he carried. . one that would eat him up from the inside if he wasn’t careful. ]
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i was lucky to be rather acquainted with the local eccentric librarian. it taught me everything i needed to learn from there.
( never mind the sins she’s committed to get this far with it all. no one is a saint. not here. not anymore, even if they were before. though, she doubts anyone was. ) —>
( never mind the sins she’s committed to get this far with it all. no one is a saint. not here. not anymore, even if they were before. though, she doubts anyone was. ) —>
Guess that makes two of us, then. .
[ It wouldn’t be the first time Marcoh’s learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ]
Books, huh? How does that saying go? “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
[ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
[ It wouldn’t be the first time Marcoh’s learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ]
Books, huh? How does that saying go? “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
[ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
February 3, 2026 at 5:15 PM
[ Sin was something that could take many forms. For Marcoh, that was guilt. He’d killed a man in the boxing ring under the orders of a mob boss. It was an immense burden that he carried. . one that would eat him up from the inside if he wasn’t careful. ]
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Guess that makes two of us, then. .
[ It wouldn’t be the first time Marcoh’s learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ]
Books, huh? How does that saying go? “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
[ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
[ It wouldn’t be the first time Marcoh’s learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ]
Books, huh? How does that saying go? “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
[ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
i learned that lesson the hard way. i go for the head myself.
( phew … taken care of. she pulls her bag off of her back and rummage about in it. surely she has stuff she can share for him. )
ah, the magic? i spent a lot of time going over books about stuff like that. though, most of the magic —>
( phew … taken care of. she pulls her bag off of her back and rummage about in it. surely she has stuff she can share for him. )
ah, the magic? i spent a lot of time going over books about stuff like that. though, most of the magic —>
[ Marcoh was hesitant for a moment as she whispered out the healing words of Sylvian.
Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ]
. . .
Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ]
. . .
February 2, 2026 at 8:33 PM
Guess that makes two of us, then. .
[ It wouldn’t be the first time Marcoh’s learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ]
Books, huh? How does that saying go? “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
[ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
[ It wouldn’t be the first time Marcoh’s learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ]
Books, huh? How does that saying go? “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
[ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
[ Marcoh was hesitant for a moment as she whispered out the healing words of Sylvian.
Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ]
. . .
Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ]
. . .
( her usually blank expression softens a bit as she takes his bloodied knuckles into her small hands. closing them over his and murmuring to herself. healing whispers.
most of her magic is offensive, but it helps to be prepared. )
stomp them out once they drop. they are not as likely to get up.
most of her magic is offensive, but it helps to be prepared. )
stomp them out once they drop. they are not as likely to get up.
Let’s take a look. .
[ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ]
Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. .
[ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
[ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ]
Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. .
[ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
February 2, 2026 at 7:04 PM
[ Marcoh was hesitant for a moment as she whispered out the healing words of Sylvian.
Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ]
. . .
Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ]
. . .
Let’s take a look. .
[ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ]
Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. .
[ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
[ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ]
Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. .
[ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
it’s a miracle that i haven’t been jabbed by any unknown needles yet. though, that has been the last of my worries.
do you need bandages? are you injured right now?
do you need bandages? are you injured right now?
Can’t find one bandage in this fucked up town — not a single one, but you know what you CAN find? Oh, y’know. HEROIN. In the trash, of all things.
Gimme a fuckin’ break. .
Gimme a fuckin’ break. .
February 2, 2026 at 6:36 PM
Let’s take a look. .
[ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ]
Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. .
[ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
[ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ]
Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. .
[ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
Can’t find one bandage in this fucked up town — not a single one, but you know what you CAN find? Oh, y’know. HEROIN. In the trash, of all things.
Gimme a fuckin’ break. .
Gimme a fuckin’ break. .
February 2, 2026 at 6:22 PM
Can’t find one bandage in this fucked up town — not a single one, but you know what you CAN find? Oh, y’know. HEROIN. In the trash, of all things.
Gimme a fuckin’ break. .
Gimme a fuckin’ break. .
Reposted by Marcoh.
Falling deeper, and deeper. .
It’s not the fall that gets you.
It’s the sudden stop.
It’s not the fall that gets you.
It’s the sudden stop.
January 7, 2026 at 7:06 AM
Falling deeper, and deeper. .
It’s not the fall that gets you.
It’s the sudden stop.
It’s not the fall that gets you.
It’s the sudden stop.
[ Majora wasn’t the only one who had that feeling. With danger lurking around every corner, being paranoid had it’s merits. ]
The forest?
[ Marcoh rose a brow. ]
What kind of beast are we talking about here, exactly?
The forest?
[ Marcoh rose a brow. ]
What kind of beast are we talking about here, exactly?
“I wasn’t on the train, so I wouldn’t know. I came to this town through the forest.”
Majora would shiftily look around them. It was as if he was paranoid.
“Some damned beast won’t leave me alone. It’d be nice to drive it off, but it’s pretty strong.”
Majora would shiftily look around them. It was as if he was paranoid.
“Some damned beast won’t leave me alone. It’d be nice to drive it off, but it’s pretty strong.”
[ So far, Marcoh had been alright on his own. It’s a struggle. Part of his mind wants to keep going it alone, though survival takes precedent. Another hand wouldn’t hurt. . ]
. . I suppose I don’t, for now.
I don’t think I remember seeing you on the train.
. . I suppose I don’t, for now.
I don’t think I remember seeing you on the train.
January 4, 2026 at 7:02 PM
[ Majora wasn’t the only one who had that feeling. With danger lurking around every corner, being paranoid had it’s merits. ]
The forest?
[ Marcoh rose a brow. ]
What kind of beast are we talking about here, exactly?
The forest?
[ Marcoh rose a brow. ]
What kind of beast are we talking about here, exactly?
// Interesting time to be a funger fan
January 2, 2026 at 3:31 PM
// Interesting time to be a funger fan
[ So far, Marcoh had been alright on his own. It’s a struggle. Part of his mind wants to keep going it alone, though survival takes precedent. Another hand wouldn’t hurt. . ]
. . I suppose I don’t, for now.
I don’t think I remember seeing you on the train.
. . I suppose I don’t, for now.
I don’t think I remember seeing you on the train.
“You’re not wrong. A lot of things are happening. I just don’t know what.”
The horned man looked absolutely clueless, but perhaps he had an opportunity. A possible partner in crime.
“The name’s Majora. I hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”
The horned man looked absolutely clueless, but perhaps he had an opportunity. A possible partner in crime.
“The name’s Majora. I hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”
You’ve got that right.
I don’t think it’s just the war that’s done a number on this place.
I don’t think it’s just the war that’s done a number on this place.
November 26, 2025 at 4:54 PM
[ So far, Marcoh had been alright on his own. It’s a struggle. Part of his mind wants to keep going it alone, though survival takes precedent. Another hand wouldn’t hurt. . ]
. . I suppose I don’t, for now.
I don’t think I remember seeing you on the train.
. . I suppose I don’t, for now.
I don’t think I remember seeing you on the train.
You’ve got that right.
I don’t think it’s just the war that’s done a number on this place.
I don’t think it’s just the war that’s done a number on this place.
“Weird name for a town. Nobody belongs here right now. Just look at this place. Dead bodies, and distorted beings.”
. . This is Bohemia’s capital city. A godforsaken place named Prehevil.
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.
November 26, 2025 at 3:54 PM
You’ve got that right.
I don’t think it’s just the war that’s done a number on this place.
I don’t think it’s just the war that’s done a number on this place.
What the hell is all this about a stinger?
November 3, 2025 at 2:45 PM
What the hell is all this about a stinger?
In times like these, numbing the senses would be preferable compared to staring down whatever abomination awaited them outside the safety of the PRHVL Bop.
a strong drink … she wishes she could get her hands on some wine.
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .
The rush of life.
The rush of life.
November 3, 2025 at 2:45 PM
In times like these, numbing the senses would be preferable compared to staring down whatever abomination awaited them outside the safety of the PRHVL Bop.
. . This is Bohemia’s capital city. A godforsaken place named Prehevil.
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.
"That's to be expected. Though, I have to say... the sky with the moon hanging above that tower looks awfully familiar. Kind of nostalgic.
Do you, perhaps, know where I am?"
Do you, perhaps, know where I am?"
[ Marcoh turned his head to look towards the stranger, looking tense. ]
. . . That so?
I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
. . . That so?
I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
November 3, 2025 at 2:41 PM
. . This is Bohemia’s capital city. A godforsaken place named Prehevil.
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.
[ Marcoh turned his head to look towards the stranger, looking tense. ]
. . . That so?
I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
. . . That so?
I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
He held his hands up.
“It’s okay. I’m not with those psychos. I only look menacing.”
He held his hands up.
“It’s okay. I’m not with those psychos. I only look menacing.”
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .
The rush of life.
The rush of life.
November 3, 2025 at 12:10 AM
[ Marcoh turned his head to look towards the stranger, looking tense. ]
. . . That so?
I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
. . . That so?
I’m not sure if I can trust you based on just that.
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .
The rush of life.
The rush of life.
October 24, 2025 at 3:18 PM
Strong drink, companionship, and a game of chance. .
The rush of life.
The rush of life.
> | mun / guidelines | <
October 16, 2025 at 3:31 PM
> | mun / guidelines | <
In a literal sense. . yeah.
“…I guess living feels like a fistful if ectoplasm, then.”
“I jumped off a cliff. I went skydiving. I—“
Oh yeah? Try punching a ghost. Then you really know what living is like.
Oh yeah? Try punching a ghost. Then you really know what living is like.
October 16, 2025 at 3:31 PM
In a literal sense. . yeah.