Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
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.
Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
"Neat trick."
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
"Neat trick."
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming 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.
Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
"Neat trick."
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming again
Barachiel pretends not to notice.
Suddenly the puppeteer is gone then comes back again in yet another flamboyant dress-up jester's outfit made of red, green, and white fabric.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You're welcome, you seem really nice too." She seems to enjoy sitting this close to Althas.
*I'm evil. fear me.*
Althas stays quiet, just holding eye contact as if captivated.
*Okay, meanwhile: me BOPPING to Sonic R's main theme; Super Sonic Racing.*
She smiles & keeps looking into her eyes.
*What genre would that even be*
"Do.. I have something on my face?" Althas asked softly.
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Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
"Neat trick."
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming again
Barachiel pretends not to notice.
Suddenly the puppeteer is gone then comes back again in yet another flamboyant dress-up jester's outfit made of red, green, and white fabric.
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.
Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
"Neat trick."
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming again
Barachiel pretends not to notice.
Suddenly the puppeteer is gone then comes back again in yet another flamboyant dress-up jester's outfit made of red, green, and white fabric.
Barachiel raises his eyebrows.
"wanna play dress up?" They ask
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, he usually doesn't let anything bother him, so I just assumed no."
"... Be cautious. Relations can be... Fragile"
"Maybe mortal ones. Zaeshi knows I have his back, and nothing can change the bonds of blood and hunger we have."
She seems to almost... Laugh a bit. As if remembering something.
He raised an eyebrow.
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Yuri is sitting on the tavern. She is dressed in a long white dress with golden vine-like bracelets running up and down her arms. A thick golden-colored wood necklace is around her neck with the design of leaves on it. Her long auburn hair is kept down, twisting and tangling in the wind.
The puppeteer is sitting on top of the tallest tree, screaming at the top of his lung as nothing in particular. He just seem to be screaming while dressed in a flamboyant jesters outfit made of purple and gold colored fabric with a wooden sun mask on his face.
An angel with bloodstained wings looks up from a beach chair. "Please stop."
"You can go away no one i keeping you here" Puppeteer yells down.
"Why are you screaming?"
"because its weird having a voice again!"
"How did you get your voice back?"
"I made a deal with a dumb little human!" he chirps
"They are exceptionally easy to fool, hmm?"
The child nods and chuckles
"If you are not human, what are you?"
"Im me!"
"A child in silly clothes."
The puppeteer shrugs "Think whatever you like" he said and began screaming again
Barachiel sighs and shifts in his seat.
The child suddenly disappears and reappears besides them
"Neat trick."
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming again
Barachiel pretends not to notice.
Suddenly the puppeteer is gone then comes back again in yet another flamboyant dress-up jester's outfit made of red, green, and white fabric.
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.
"Is it... Outside? And... If I ask my father... I likely wouldnt be able to come back.."
"But is there a way to contact from a distance?"
"I... Dont have one..."
"We'll find one. Don't worry."
"Thank you,.Zay, but... Im... Im worried about talking to him..."
"Why? Would you like me to speak for you?"
"You can if youd like.. Im just... Worried theyre mad..."
"I can pretend to have kidnapped you so they'd be mad at me and not you?"
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*hello, i just got back from playing softball with a few children and friends.*
Sable is watching people from on top of the tavern. He is hidden underneath of thick, shady tree branches so the sun does not burn his skin. He lights his cigarette, blowing smoke rings in the air.
Stroth is downstairs, drinking tea. He is reading thousands of pages of something while being accompanied by the puppeteer.
Zephyr is selling people memories while conferencing with Fraz-Urb'luu via telepathy.
A large white wolf is lounging under the tree. Could you blow the smoke elseware, mate?
"Its air, breath someplace else" Sable said and cuckled
The wolf opened its jaws and exhaled a small mist of frost, coating the cigarette. My tree.
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He gave Finch a half lidded look. "I can still eat you, birdie."
"Betcha can't"
"Don't make me." *Can you describe Finch btw?*
*Blond human in peasant clothes, with noticeably rosy cheeks.*
"I can fly."
"I'm fast."
"Hmm. You do need new clothes."
"Unfortunately, there isn't a store or anything within a mile of this place." He sighed.
"Too bad. What did you say about revenge?"
"I'm a vengeful person that wants to stab the person that wronged me. A man killed my dog."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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.
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"Neat trick."
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.
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The child gets a evil grin to them and begins screaming again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Barachiel pretends not to notice.
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.
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Suddenly the puppeteer is gone then comes back again in yet another flamboyant dress-up jester's outfit made of red, green, and white fabric.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*What genre would that even be*
"Do.. I have something on my face?" Althas asked softly.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Barachiel raises his eyebrows.
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.
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Oh Cyno. You didn't...*
Chilling kinda vibe.
"wanna play dress up?" They ask
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Who is open to rp?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He raised an eyebrow.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"How?"
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 can pretend to have kidnapped you so they'd be mad at me and not you?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The wolf opened its jaws and exhaled a small mist of frost, coating the cigarette. My tree.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"I'm a vengeful person that wants to stab the person that wronged me. A man killed my dog."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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.