A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
"I'm not as lucky," He chuckles,
"Well, it would be interesting to meet someone else well versed in music."
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
"I'm not as lucky," He chuckles,
"Well, it would be interesting to meet someone else well versed in music."
"Still thankful you got out either way, it doesn't matter if that was sooner or later." She sat back down. "Let me get you a new sandwich, since yours became a sandwich."
Wolfe sat up and leaned back in her chair. "Well, there's better options than me floatin' around."
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A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
Politely, he asks if you have ever had any memory loss yourself. Stan seems. . .resigned.
Simon (My new character i introed) looks over at wolfe, noting the guitar
Avery is celebrating his recent treasure hunt
*Hewhewhew. Where is he eating? >:)*
Wolfe isn't paying attention to anything right now.
*He's eating at a table in the main room*
simon walks over, peering down at her
*hmm... dex save.*
She doesn't look up at him. "Whaddya want?"
16
"I'm just curious whats got you drinking."
Slightly too late, he notices he was sitting on a tripwire, then a bucket of sand falls from the rafters. He would most likely recognize it as the work of one of his siblings.
"Nothing you should know." She grumbles and wipes her nose.
He sighs, brushing sand out of his face and food, "Ok, who's pulling pranks?"
"Sad?" he asks, sitting at the table,
Zaza laugh-snorts from a nearby table, where she sits cross legged on a chair.
"Angry too. Not like I gotta tell you why."
Aovin sighs and stands, walking over, "Hey Zaza. Its been a while," he smiles
"No, you don't really have to." He says, "Though maybe it could make you feel better"
"Sure has, bro. Figured I'd do something... nostalgic!" She stood up.
She huffed. "I already spilled my guts to a friend, I don't gotta unload my baggage on a stranger."
"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
"I'm not as lucky," He chuckles,
"Well, it would be interesting to meet someone else well versed in music."
"Still thankful you got out either way, it doesn't matter if that was sooner or later." She sat back down. "Let me get you a new sandwich, since yours became a sandwich."
Wolfe sat up and leaned back in her chair. "Well, there's better options than me floatin' around."
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
A 6'2 minotaur enters the tavern. He is plainly dressed in slightly worn clothing. He also has no visible weapons. He looks strangely shy, distracted, and gazes around at the tavern. He sits down at a table and orders a drink.
*WELCOME, NEWCOMER!*
*Glad to see a fresh face, hopefully some good times follow behind you.*
*Hm, I'll deactivate the character I'm not using to interact with you with someone else.*
A 5'10 genasi with ashy-grey-blue skin takes a seat comfortably across from him. His hair is shaped like normal hair is, handswept behind his ear on one side and covering his face on the other. He wears fancy-looking leather clothing, a vest-like top, tight pants, and armbands. He has bright sapphire blue eyes with a slightly amused and crazed glint in them, and smiles politely as he observes the minotaur.
*Seems you may have missed it, so reposting just in case.*
*I did, sorry *
The minotaur coughs politely, and takes out a journal from a coat pocket. He keeps the book close to him as he writes. He looks uncomfortable.
The genasi chuckles a bit. "Sorry for popping up. I'm rather tired, so I forgot to introduce myself properly." She twirled out of his chair smoothly and did a flamboyant bow. "My name is Darkflare, but you may call me Flare if you desire." He sat back into his chair. "So, may I ask for your name?"
He looks up at you. ". . .Stan." Stan now looks as if he'd rather have stayed outside the tavern. He doesn't seem to know how to deal with you.
Awkwardly, he starts writing again.
Flare smiled widely. "Seems you're an antisocial one, Stan. That's okay, I won't start asking personal questions like your life goal... yet." He chuckled a bit more, stroking his chin. "Let's begin slow, such as how are you today?"
Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
". . .no. I don't."
He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
Politely, he asks if you have ever had any memory loss yourself. Stan seems. . .resigned.
"Sadly, I have no experience personally, though I once had a friend who had the unfortunate symptom of amnesia. If I may ask, how much do you remember?"
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Stan pauses. "Confused." Then, "Forgetful."
* forgot to mention it, but he has a slight British accent. *
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
*Nice, love myself a british accent.*
"Oh?" He leaned forward, setting his arms on the table. "As in memory loss?"
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"Pouring sand on people, i remember you doing that when you were much younger." He nods
"Hm, then i won't push further if you don't want to say anything about it." (Btw, what does she have on her, like item wise)
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Stan tucks his journal back into his coat and looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to ignore you.
". . .uh, yes. . ."
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"It always got on Ari's nerves." She laughed. "Oh, I still crack up at that." She breathed. "So, seriously, how've you been, bro?"
*Just her guitar, a bottle of mystery alcohol in her hand, and... something... in her pocket. Something small and on a string, like a necklace.*
"Least you're not a nosy stranger." She took another swig from her bottle.
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"Interesting." He stared off into space, as though getting an idea, or simply getting lost in his thoughts. "I assume you don't like that?"
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". . .no. I don't."
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"Its been better now that i've been able to leave hell." he says,
*I would have his try and look at it if that was the type of person he was*
"i try my best," He nods, looking at her guitar, "Are you a musician?"
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He somehow smiled even wider and chuckled. "May I inquire about that little journal you've been writing in?"
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"Oh, yes, hell got boring quick for me, so I got away as soon as I could."
"If I am?"
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"Please don't, uh. . .Darkflare. . ." He glances at the coat pocket where he put his journal, anxiously.
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"Oh, disappointing." He still didn't stop smiling. "I'll respect your wishes. Let's move on to something else, shall we? Do you have anything to ask about me?"
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"I'm not as lucky," He chuckles,
"Well, it would be interesting to meet someone else well versed in music."
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
" Not really. I mean, if you could leave, that'd be . . .great," Stan frowns, wondering if that was rude.
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"Still thankful you got out either way, it doesn't matter if that was sooner or later." She sat back down. "Let me get you a new sandwich, since yours became a sandwich."
Wolfe sat up and leaned back in her chair. "Well, there's better options than me floatin' around."
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Flare doesn't seem too affected. "Oh, I apologize if my presence is bothersome. You just seemed to interesting to ignore."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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Politely, he asks if you have ever had any memory loss yourself. Stan seems. . .resigned.
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
Aovin stifles a laugh, "That was.... awful. I've missed you," He says, nodding at the offer
"Perhaps there is. But you're the one that caught my interest." He shrugs
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"Sadly, I have no experience personally, though I once had a friend who had the unfortunate symptom of amnesia. If I may ask, how much do you remember?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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