"Of course." Anastasia grabs plates for herself, her mother, and her father and sets them out, she's quite tall, about 6'5" and was able to get the plates without effort. She then fills up Pixie's food and water.
Your mom starts to set out the pancakes evenly here and there on the plates. “You know, I got a very unexpected call earlier.”
"What was it, I'm not in trouble right?"
“No. Should you be?” She raises her eyebrow in suspicion.
"Listen that other kid hit fir- What was the call?"
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Wilson II looks over at his two "favorite" (IE, most willing to interact with him) cupcakes, Slom and Glom, and sighs. He places one into a cabinet and the other into a drawer as he turns up the radio and sits down to listen closer.
A male announcer is speaking. “That’s right folks. Lady Agatha, City Council representative for the undead, is making a speech at the Ralley today, and we have exclusive live audio on the scene.”
He leans closer. It seems the shop will be closed a bit longer than usual this morning. Wilson II has always had a mixture of fascination and fear for the undead of the city, which is not an uncommon sentiment.
I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Serafina smiles happily, but keeps an eye on him while studying her spellbook at the same time.
After a while, Avis comes back with a live rat hanging from her mouth, frantically flinging to escape.
Serafina takes the rat away and gently scolds Avis, then brushes the rat’s fur before setting it down again.
It runs away to a vacant seat and changes shape to a young elven girl, who seems to be relieved and traumatized at the same time.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Serafina apologizes profusely to the poor girl.
“It’s, it’s fine.” She smiles, but her eyes still show the fear. “I don’t kn-know why I became a rat. I-I wanted to be a cat. Wh-why can’t I get this right?” She starts to sob a little.
"Of course." Anastasia grabs plates for herself, her mother, and her father and sets them out, she's quite tall, about 6'5" and was able to get the plates without effort. She then fills up Pixie's food and water.
Your mom starts to set out the pancakes evenly here and there on the plates. “You know, I got a very unexpected call earlier.”
"What was it, I'm not in trouble right?"
“No. Should you be?” She raises her eyebrow in suspicion.
"Listen that other kid hit fir- What was the call?"
Axelle scritches Bean behind the ear, trying to distract herself from the dozens of undead in the room. She replies to Bean through the telepathy link:
“I would prefer to see Agatha in person rather than hearing her on the radio. I also wanted to see if she was actually undead, rather than pretending to win the support of the growing number of undead in Ichi.”
Axelle rubs her hand along her switchblade hidden in her pocket, being careful not to touch the button that would expand it.
A while later, a Skeleton Minotaur takes the seat Bean was laying on, causing her to jump on to your lap. “Hmm. Pheasants. Not knowing the boundaries of those above them.” She then does the equivalent of a sassy hair flip for a cat.
Axelle chuckles, but goes quiet as the Minotaur looks at her. She scratches Bean under her head, and smiles at her.
<It’s okay Bean. I’m sure he didn’t see you, since you do look like a shadow.>
Wilson II looks over at his two "favorite" (IE, most willing to interact with him) cupcakes, Slom and Glom, and sighs. He places one into a cabinet and the other into a drawer as he turns up the radio and sits down to listen closer.
A male announcer is speaking. “That’s right folks. Lady Agatha, City Council representative for the undead, is making a speech at the Ralley today, and we have exclusive live audio on the scene.”
He leans closer. It seems the shop will be closed a bit longer than usual this morning. Wilson II has always had a mixture of fascination and fear for the undead of the city, which is not an uncommon sentiment.
“The speech will start soon. Until then, we have a sponsor message from head of Ichi’s Space Exploration Program, or ISEP.”
Axelle scritches Bean behind the ear, trying to distract herself from the dozens of undead in the room. She replies to Bean through the telepathy link:
“I would prefer to see Agatha in person rather than hearing her on the radio. I also wanted to see if she was actually undead, rather than pretending to win the support of the growing number of undead in Ichi.”
Axelle rubs her hand along her switchblade hidden in her pocket, being careful not to touch the button that would expand it.
A while later, a Skeleton Minotaur takes the seat Bean was laying on, causing her to jump on to your lap. “Hmm. Pheasants. Not knowing the boundaries of those above them.” She then does the equivalent of a sassy hair flip for a cat.
Axelle chuckles, but goes quiet as the Minotaur looks at her. She scratches Bean under her head, and smiles at her.
<It’s okay Bean. I’m sure he didn’t see you, since you do look like a shadow.>
The Minotaur speaks in a very gruff and powerful voice, “Sorry I almost sat on your cat. In my defense, she looks like a shadow if a shadow had a thief’s stealth.” Bean smiles at this. “At least they’re as good at flattery as they are at barbarism.”
Wilson II looks over at his two "favorite" (IE, most willing to interact with him) cupcakes, Slom and Glom, and sighs. He places one into a cabinet and the other into a drawer as he turns up the radio and sits down to listen closer.
A male announcer is speaking. “That’s right folks. Lady Agatha, City Council representative for the undead, is making a speech at the Ralley today, and we have exclusive live audio on the scene.”
He leans closer. It seems the shop will be closed a bit longer than usual this morning. Wilson II has always had a mixture of fascination and fear for the undead of the city, which is not an uncommon sentiment.
“The speech will start soon. Until then, we have a sponsor message from head of Ichi’s Space Exploration Program, or ISEP.”
He snorts. He should have enough time to get there is person if he catches a taxi. Who cares about space anyway?
He grabs his hat and cane, then pauses. He opens the drawer and grabs Glom, shoving the gremlin into his pocket before starting his daring trek.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"Why did the academy call? I barely have any magic."
“Something about an overfill in dorms and the dean wanting to promote local small businesses. We’ll get around 50 gold a week as long as we let 3 students stay here.”
Serafina smiles happily, but keeps an eye on him while studying her spellbook at the same time.
After a while, Avis comes back with a live rat hanging from her mouth, frantically flinging to escape.
Serafina takes the rat away and gently scolds Avis, then brushes the rat’s fur before setting it down again.
It runs away to a vacant seat and changes shape to a young elven girl, who seems to be relieved and traumatized at the same time.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Serafina apologizes profusely to the poor girl.
“It’s, it’s fine.” She smiles, but her eyes still show the fear. “I don’t kn-know why I became a rat. I-I wanted to be a cat. Wh-why can’t I get this right?” She starts to sob a little.
Serafina hugs her. “It’ll be ok. Let me help you study till we get there. I’m good at that.”
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they.
Wilson II looks over at his two "favorite" (IE, most willing to interact with him) cupcakes, Slom and Glom, and sighs. He places one into a cabinet and the other into a drawer as he turns up the radio and sits down to listen closer.
A male announcer is speaking. “That’s right folks. Lady Agatha, City Council representative for the undead, is making a speech at the Ralley today, and we have exclusive live audio on the scene.”
He leans closer. It seems the shop will be closed a bit longer than usual this morning. Wilson II has always had a mixture of fascination and fear for the undead of the city, which is not an uncommon sentiment.
“The speech will start soon. Until then, we have a sponsor message from head of Ichi’s Space Exploration Program, or ISEP.”
He snorts. He should have enough time to get there is person if he catches a taxi. Who cares about space anyway?
He grabs his hat and cane, then pauses. He opens the drawer and grabs Glom, shoving the gremlin into his pocket before starting his daring trek.
The streets are busy today, with multiple pop-up vendors outside, selling produce and other objects. A small group of people are chanting something about their god, but you push that aside as everyone does that nowadays.
Serafina smiles happily, but keeps an eye on him while studying her spellbook at the same time.
After a while, Avis comes back with a live rat hanging from her mouth, frantically flinging to escape.
Serafina takes the rat away and gently scolds Avis, then brushes the rat’s fur before setting it down again.
It runs away to a vacant seat and changes shape to a young elven girl, who seems to be relieved and traumatized at the same time.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Serafina apologizes profusely to the poor girl.
“It’s, it’s fine.” She smiles, but her eyes still show the fear. “I don’t kn-know why I became a rat. I-I wanted to be a cat. Wh-why can’t I get this right?” She starts to sob a little.
Serafina hugs her. “It’ll be ok. Let me help you study till we get there. I’m good at that.”
“Y-you’ll really do that. Th-thank you. M-my names Sofia. yours?” She wipes her tears and reaches to shake your hand.
Serafina smiles happily, but keeps an eye on him while studying her spellbook at the same time.
After a while, Avis comes back with a live rat hanging from her mouth, frantically flinging to escape.
Serafina takes the rat away and gently scolds Avis, then brushes the rat’s fur before setting it down again.
It runs away to a vacant seat and changes shape to a young elven girl, who seems to be relieved and traumatized at the same time.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Serafina apologizes profusely to the poor girl.
“It’s, it’s fine.” She smiles, but her eyes still show the fear. “I don’t kn-know why I became a rat. I-I wanted to be a cat. Wh-why can’t I get this right?” She starts to sob a little.
Serafina hugs her. “It’ll be ok. Let me help you study till we get there. I’m good at that.”
“Y-you’ll really do that. Th-thank you. M-my names Sofia. yours?” She wipes her tears and reaches to shake your hand.
“Serafina. Nice to meet you. And don’t worry. You’ll do great on the entrance exams.”
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they.
Wilson II looks over at his two "favorite" (IE, most willing to interact with him) cupcakes, Slom and Glom, and sighs. He places one into a cabinet and the other into a drawer as he turns up the radio and sits down to listen closer.
A male announcer is speaking. “That’s right folks. Lady Agatha, City Council representative for the undead, is making a speech at the Ralley today, and we have exclusive live audio on the scene.”
He leans closer. It seems the shop will be closed a bit longer than usual this morning. Wilson II has always had a mixture of fascination and fear for the undead of the city, which is not an uncommon sentiment.
“The speech will start soon. Until then, we have a sponsor message from head of Ichi’s Space Exploration Program, or ISEP.”
He snorts. He should have enough time to get there is person if he catches a taxi. Who cares about space anyway?
He grabs his hat and cane, then pauses. He opens the drawer and grabs Glom, shoving the gremlin into his pocket before starting his daring trek.
The streets are busy today, with multiple pop-up vendors outside, selling produce and other objects. A small group of people are chanting something about their god, but you push that aside as everyone does that nowadays.
Wilson thinks for a moment, then decides he can sell candy after the speech. He keeps walking, fidgeting with the latch on his portable storefront as he does. With luck, he'll get there before it starts.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Axelle grins at Bean’s comment. <I agree with you. I thought he would be unapologetic at almost crushing you. That might just be because I’m terrified of undead.>
Serafina smiles happily, but keeps an eye on him while studying her spellbook at the same time.
After a while, Avis comes back with a live rat hanging from her mouth, frantically flinging to escape.
Serafina takes the rat away and gently scolds Avis, then brushes the rat’s fur before setting it down again.
It runs away to a vacant seat and changes shape to a young elven girl, who seems to be relieved and traumatized at the same time.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Serafina apologizes profusely to the poor girl.
“It’s, it’s fine.” She smiles, but her eyes still show the fear. “I don’t kn-know why I became a rat. I-I wanted to be a cat. Wh-why can’t I get this right?” She starts to sob a little.
Serafina hugs her. “It’ll be ok. Let me help you study till we get there. I’m good at that.”
“Y-you’ll really do that. Th-thank you. M-my names Sofia. yours?” She wipes her tears and reaches to shake your hand.
“Serafina. Nice to meet you. And don’t worry. You’ll do great on the entrance exams.”
I thought it was a trial. Like a physical test of skill, not an exam. Have I been practicing for the wrong thing? What if I fail?!” The tears are coming back.
"Listen that other kid hit fir- What was the call?"
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
He leans closer. It seems the shop will be closed a bit longer than usual this morning. Wilson II has always had a mixture of fascination and fear for the undead of the city, which is not an uncommon sentiment.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
“It’s, it’s fine.” She smiles, but her eyes still show the fear. “I don’t kn-know why I became a rat. I-I wanted to be a cat. Wh-why can’t I get this right?” She starts to sob a little.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
“Hmmm. It was the academy.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
Axelle chuckles, but goes quiet as the Minotaur looks at her. She scratches Bean under her head, and smiles at her.
<It’s okay Bean. I’m sure he didn’t see you, since you do look like a shadow.>
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Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
“The speech will start soon. Until then, we have a sponsor message from head of Ichi’s Space Exploration Program, or ISEP.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
"Why did the academy call? I barely have any magic."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The Minotaur speaks in a very gruff and powerful voice, “Sorry I almost sat on your cat. In my defense, she looks like a shadow if a shadow had a thief’s stealth.” Bean smiles at this. “At least they’re as good at flattery as they are at barbarism.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
He snorts. He should have enough time to get there is person if he catches a taxi. Who cares about space anyway?
He grabs his hat and cane, then pauses. He opens the drawer and grabs Glom, shoving the gremlin into his pocket before starting his daring trek.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
“Something about an overfill in dorms and the dean wanting to promote local small businesses. We’ll get around 50 gold a week as long as we let 3 students stay here.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
Serafina hugs her. “It’ll be ok. Let me help you study till we get there. I’m good at that.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they.
"That's great, mom! I can clear out some space in my room if you like."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The streets are busy today, with multiple pop-up vendors outside, selling produce and other objects. A small group of people are chanting something about their god, but you push that aside as everyone does that nowadays.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
“Y-you’ll really do that. Th-thank you. M-my names Sofia. yours?” She wipes her tears and reaches to shake your hand.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
“Really? Are you hiding something? Your hardly ever this happy about visitors.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig
“Serafina. Nice to meet you. And don’t worry. You’ll do great on the entrance exams.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they.
"I'm just happy the shop is getting a boost, that's all, and I'm happy to help."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Wilson thinks for a moment, then decides he can sell candy after the speech. He keeps walking, fidgeting with the latch on his portable storefront as he does. With luck, he'll get there before it starts.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
Axelle grins at Bean’s comment.
<I agree with you. I thought he would be unapologetic at almost crushing you. That might just be because I’m terrified of undead.>
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Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
I thought it was a trial. Like a physical test of skill, not an exam. Have I been practicing for the wrong thing? What if I fail?!” The tears are coming back.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig