*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
"Oh yes, well you won't see me as one."
"That only makes me want to see as one more."
"Why?!"
"Because it's funny."
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Lore was happily cooking something in the kitchen. It smelled spicy but also rather sweet. Nicky and Elmo watched her happily as they got random scraps fed to them.
Yuri is in her palace of brambles. She was watching the world go by while she coldly despised humans from her world away from them.
The medallion is being grumpy.
Stroth is back upstairs sleeping, and now in stasis until I want to use him again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
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.
*MORNING! So, my last couple weeks of school, I got until the 8th, so that'll be the day I get off... permanently until next school year or if I get a phone.*
Zylna is sitting in the rafters.
Wolfe is drinking some coffee.
-don't know who to put here yet-
*alright, let's have some fun till then!*
Spectacle waves, knowing to wait until she's done her coffee.
She gives a two finger slight wave back.
He walks up, but doesn't talk, still waiting for her to wake up.
She rubs some sleep out of her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Just to hang out with you some, it has been a bit."
"It hasn't been that long."
"Well it's been, a few weeks at least, but wasn't it a month or so ago?"
"I don't know, it's easy to lose track of time. Feels like the other day for me." She sips her coffee.
"Yet quite a while for me, so, how have you been?"
"Meh, playing some music, drinking, it's been boring."
"Hm, relatively the same for me yet it's been nice, not too much happened, but nice nonetheless."
"Eh." She drink the rest of her coffee.
"I did get a job here in the meantime however."
"Hm? What'd you get?"
"Performer, what else? What did you think the bard would get job as a waiter?" He chuckles some.
"I can see you as a waiter."
"Uhuh, yeah the sun might explode before then."
She chuckled. "I don't know, there are plenty of suns."
"Oh yes, well you won't see me as one."
"That only makes me want to see as one more."
"Why?!"
"Because it's funny."
"Really now?"
"Yeah."
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Lore was happily cooking something in the kitchen. It smelled spicy but also rather sweet. Nicky and Elmo watched her happily as they got random scraps fed to them.
Yuri is in her palace of brambles. She was watching the world go by while she coldly despised humans from her world away from them.
The medallion is being grumpy.
Stroth is back upstairs sleeping, and now in stasis until I want to use him again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
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*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
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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.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*i think ill bring in this one idea i put in here last night*
A small medallion sits on the table in the main room. It is a grey blue colored disk-like stone with carvings on it of a sun being eclipsed by a moon. A long rope like cord is strung through it as if to be wore like a necklace. It gleams innocently in the tavern light.
Zylna drops down onto the table and inspects the medallion.
"WOWIE!!!" a voice rings out, it sounds like a child "what are you? your so small!!"
She instantly jumps up, flying off the table.
"hahahaha! scaredy cat!"
She pokes her head up along the table edge and glared at it, reaching over and picking it up by the cord. "What are you?"
"I am the Puppeteer" it said then quickly changed the subject "wanna play a game?"
"No. I asked what are you, not who." She plucked the medallion part.
"I am the Puppeteer. My name and what i am" it said and grumped "Your a meanie aren't you"
"Explain.Or I'll get more mean." She plucked the medallion again.
"Jokes on your goblin boots, i cant feel anything!" The child yelled
She took off her shoe. "Good. Then this shouldn't bother you." She put it into the shoe and put it back on.
The medallion violently shakes for a moment before disappearing and reappearing back on the table.
She picked it back up.
"Hmph" it grumped "Your just like those bullies who trapped me in here!!"
"Excuse me if I don't trust something called 'The Puppeteer'."
"Its just my name!!" It said, its voice sounded like it was on the brink of crying.
"Then explain what you are."
"I already told you!!"
"No, actually explain.'
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
"A person.... Duh."
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
"..." She sighed. " 'A person' isn't a good answer. Do you realize how little that narrows it down?"
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"Because it's funny."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Lore was happily cooking something in the kitchen. It smelled spicy but also rather sweet. Nicky and Elmo watched her happily as they got random scraps fed to them.
Yuri is in her palace of brambles. She was watching the world go by while she coldly despised humans from her world away from them.
The medallion is being grumpy.
Stroth is back upstairs sleeping, and now in stasis until I want to use him again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Really now?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I think it would be fun."
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.
"Alright but if you wind up hurt don't expect me to feel too sorry." He says cracking his knuckles & going to grab the bullets out the dummy.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yeah."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Lore was happily cooking something in the kitchen. It smelled spicy but also rather sweet. Nicky and Elmo watched her happily as they got random scraps fed to them.
Yuri is in her palace of brambles. She was watching the world go by while she coldly despised humans from her world away from them.
The medallion is being grumpy.
Stroth is back upstairs sleeping, and now in stasis until I want to use him again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Finch draws out a rapier and holds four darts in the other hand, both shaped like crow feathers.
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.
"Hm, well guess you're stuck only wanting."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"No, actually explain.'
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I was trapped inside by bullies who deemed me a threat" it grumped
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That doesn't answer my question. What were you before?" She boredly spun the medallion as she waited for an answer.
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He grabs the bullets & puts them away, moving himself about 10 feet away from Finch, hands hovering over his gun holsters, staring him down.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Finch grins. initiative 12
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.
"A person.... Duh."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'll drop you in a glass of rotten milk if you don't start actually answering me."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Initiative: 26
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Go ahead*
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.
"I JUST TOLD YOU" its voice becomes an angry squeak
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"..." She sighed. " 'A person' isn't a good answer. Do you realize how little that narrows it down?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.