*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
Kain looks up, flicks his doggish-ear, and smiles "morning!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
Kain looks up, flicks his doggish-ear, and smiles "morning!"
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
Kain looks up, flicks his doggish-ear, and smiles "morning!"
"What'cha doing?"
"cutting up wood for a pit fire im making" he chrips
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
Kain looks up, flicks his doggish-ear, and smiles "morning!"
"What'cha doing?"
"cutting up wood for a pit fire im making" he chrips
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*back from doing some things around the house & slaughtering the hordes of hell (aka playing DOOM 2016), so time to rp.*
*man I would have Valian interact but he's in a really important pm so I cant.* The Reaper watches them from a distance, only movement is their cloak in the light breeze.
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
Kain looks up, flicks his doggish-ear, and smiles "morning!"
"What'cha doing?"
"cutting up wood for a pit fire im making" he chrips
"Huh, fire can be quite nice."
He nods happily and begins working again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Good Morning. Been listening to MST3K music so im in a mood*
Scoob is outside, jogging. Though she has no real need or reason to jog, seeing as she never gets tired as has no fleshy muscles, she still does it. She plans to train later in a secluded place so others do not get hurt.
Kain is chopping a tree to make firewood. He seems very hard at work at the moment. He uses an axe instead of his normal sword.
Stroth is outside, conducting an experiment with gun-powder and living flesh, trying to make another smoke bomb of sorts.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nice.*
Barachiel flips the page.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*uh oh, I think I know how this interaction is going to go.*
They still stand there, staring at Barachiel.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Barachiel is reading a detective novel. He turns a page.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*What music? I don't know them or the thing it's from, but I'm listening to DOOM music so I'm feeling good too.*
Raillen appears in the branches of the tree he's chopping at, "Hello."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They finally move, hopping into a tree near to get a better view at everything, not just Barachiel, but still watching him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Kain looks up, flicks his doggish-ear, and smiles "morning!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Barachiel glances at the tree.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"What'cha doing?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
They continue to stare.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hello. Anything I can do for you?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"cutting up wood for a pit fire im making" he chrips
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, I'm merely observing."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Huh, fire can be quite nice."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Alright." Barachiel turns the page.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"What are you if I may ask?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I am a fallen angel"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Not sure who to have active or what they'll do so...*
<slot open>
*or at least until I intro a character, which I am probably doing today.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Really? Hm."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He nods happily and begins working again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]