"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
"Do you like it?" Raphael says, giggling at their reaction.
"Of course. You need hugs?"
"Yes!"
"Maybe..."
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Noctus.
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Lumen.
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A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
"Yes!" he chirps "Nearest pool of water, i have to clean my horse of her mud and such." he said and smiled, panting a bit as if he had been running.
They direct them to the lake. "Does that help?"
The dog-headed man nods "Thank you sir. I am Sir Kain... well soon to be, at the moment im a squire." he said "Im gonna become as good as a knight as my father and take care of the black dragon that decided to make its home in my village by killing it!". He seemed way to trusting of lysander and started talking to him almost instantly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
"Do you like it?" Raphael says, giggling at their reaction.
"Of course. You need hugs?"
"Yes!"
"Maybe..."
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Noctus.
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Lumen.
"Oh?"
"Oh..."
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"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Yes..."
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
Finch stays quiet.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
*Let's assume Finch is in human form now*
"Thanks." Finch looks at the ground.
*my brain, hates me, :))))))*
"I don't know who mistreated you for being a. . . were... bird? But I know there wrong & going to burn in hell. So cheer up, 'cause now you know your friend isn't going to abandon you like that."
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.
Scoob is outside, studying humans quietly while tuning her firearms to fit human gravity.
Lore is cooking.
Lawrence wants to revive Kelipso because they want B L O O D
Hunter walks over to wcoob, "Hello there,"
Scoob looks up and smiles "hey there" she said, waving a bit with her free hand
"How are you adjusting ma'am?"
(Me realizing they never talked past the original post qe never finished)
"Good so far" she said with another grin "What are you? Not a battle weapon.... no your are aren't you? but what are you?"
"I am a top of the line model from HexTech." He says
"Ah" she said and smiled "can't say i've heard of your type but im a battlestar, a frontlines woman... well the term is Forntlines men but im a woman... well i change genders if i want... what am i doing, im spiraling, im sorry"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Yes..."
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
Finch stays quiet.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
*Let's assume Finch is in human form now*
"Thanks." Finch looks at the ground.
*my brain, hates me, :))))))*
"I don't know who mistreated you for being a. . . were... bird? But I know there wrong & going to burn in hell. So cheer up, 'cause now you know your friend isn't going to abandon you like that."
"You're my friend?" Finch sniffles.
"Yes, man have you been paying any attention to me?"
A dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
"Yes!" he chirps "Nearest pool of water, i have to clean my horse of her mud and such." he said and smiled, panting a bit as if he had been running.
They direct them to the lake. "Does that help?"
The dog-headed man nods "Thank you sir. I am Sir Kain... well soon to be, at the moment im a squire." he said "Im gonna become as good as a knight as my father and take care of the black dragon that decided to make its home in my village by killing it!". He seemed way to trusting of lysander and started talking to him almost instantly.
"Well I can't wait till you are. How long until you gain what you have earned?"
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"What is the difference?" The Planetar/tabaxi asks, as they find something
"A prank in good fun or a prank in purge revenge?"
"The difference is, what you are is a broad categorization, while who you are is your identity."
"...What does that mean?"
"Oh, then I'm a sapient being." They answer cheerfully
"Was the prank done in the aura of mischievous fun?"
"With free will?"
"...Um... Yeah?"
"More or less."
"Good to hear. Want to show me your hoard?"
"What do you mean by more or less?" She's writing this all down.
"This is my ranged wall, this is my melee wall, and these are the treasures I like most."
"Basically I do have it." They say, crawling down. They look to see what their notes are.
"Cool. What's your favorite weapon?"
"Why basically?" She scoots away.
"I like swords!"
"Because life is complicated." They say, shifting to wood elf to view the notes
"Nice. And you polish them and whatnot? To fight rust?"
"Stop trying to see the notes, creep."
"Yeah!"
"Want to know more about me? Let me see the notes on myself."
"Cool. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No!"
"Umm... Not really?"
"Fine. Your loss." They say, taking the book and walking away.
"Then I guess I shall be on my way."
*Which book?* "Wait! You haven't told me what you are!"
"Bye!"
*The book they were looking for* "Well you didn't let me see your notes so, I guess we will both be sad." They say, skipping away.
Gwen smiles and begins to walk away, saying bye in Draconic.
"-angry dragon noises-"
Noctus goes back to doing whatever.
Raphael teleports to Noctus' lair, a gift wrapped box in hand.
Gwen return to the libary and begins to sort books
"Oo, is that the surprise?"
"How was it?"
"Yep. Want to open it? I hope you like it."
"Good. Your brother is very nice and has a lot of weapons." They say, resting on their hoard.
He tears it open, excited.
"Hmph." She curls up and doesn't look at Gwen.
They find Raphael's old mace, which pulses with angelic energy. Raphael looks on happily 16
"You okay?" They say, coming over and petting them. "Voice still hoarse?"
"I can't take this! This is yours!"
Lumen curls up. "You like Noctus more than me, don't you."
Raphael chuckles, before smiling brightly as a wave of happiness washes over them. "It was, but now it is yours. Planetar's wield swords, not maces... I thought you would like it." They say, summoning a sheath with an angelic greatsword in it.
"No, I just found his personality curious. He is a bit... blunt to be honest. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Lumen."
"Oh... Thank you!"
She sniffs, holding back tears. "Really?"
"Do you like it?" Raphael says, giggling at their reaction.
"Of course. You need hugs?"
"Yes!"
"Maybe..."
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Noctus.
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Lumen.
"Oh?"
"Oh..."
"What? You didn't think you were mine?"
"What? You are. I had a great time scaring Noctus with you."
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"Stop playing games Finch, im done." He grits his teeth some, & again, he shifts up subconsciously, now at 6'5"
"It's not going to hurt anybody."
He shifts down, about at Finch's height, "Can you please just tell me whats going on? I'm worried about you." His anger leaves for pure worry.
Finch's tone shifts to bitter. "It's been a while since anyone cared."
"Well guess what, that time is over, so please, for the sake of a friend & yourself, tell me whats going on." He pulls down his bandana.
Finch sighs and turns into a bird.
He seems confused, "Okay you know polymorph, or are a dru-oh," He cuts himself off realising the reality "Finch you really think I have anything against lycanthropy? Or whatever its called for bird version?"
"Yes..."
"I outta smack you upside the head fer that."
Finch stays quiet.
"Finch, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, in any way shape or form. Okay?" He puts his hand on his shoulder.
*Let's assume Finch is in human form now*
"Thanks." Finch looks at the ground.
*my brain, hates me, :))))))*
"I don't know who mistreated you for being a. . . were... bird? But I know there wrong & going to burn in hell. So cheer up, 'cause now you know your friend isn't going to abandon you like that."
"You're my friend?" Finch sniffles.
"Yes, man have you been paying any attention to me?"
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 dog-headed man walks in. His dog-head was like that of a black--light brown Shiba dog with bright brown eyes that were almost beige. He wears basic medium armor with a plated breastplate and the rest being leather, thick leather gloves, an under shirt, simple breeches, and no shoes. He carries a long-sword on his hip that was made for a fighter. He also carries a backpack filled with random items he found on his travels. His ears flick before he finally sits down at a booth-table.
Lysander waves to them. "Need any help?"
"Yes!" he chirps "Nearest pool of water, i have to clean my horse of her mud and such." he said and smiled, panting a bit as if he had been running.
They direct them to the lake. "Does that help?"
The dog-headed man nods "Thank you sir. I am Sir Kain... well soon to be, at the moment im a squire." he said "Im gonna become as good as a knight as my father and take care of the black dragon that decided to make its home in my village by killing it!". He seemed way to trusting of lysander and started talking to him almost instantly.
"Well I can't wait till you are. How long until you gain what you have earned?"
"When i get enough practice in and destroy the dragon then i will!" He chirps happily
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sure!" They say, shifting to a dog and looking for said dogs
Lysander awakes Kelipso up.
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"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Noctus.
"Thanks for being a good friend." They say, before hugging Lumen.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The dog-headed man nods "Thank you sir. I am Sir Kain... well soon to be, at the moment im a squire." he said "Im gonna become as good as a knight as my father and take care of the black dragon that decided to make its home in my village by killing it!". He seemed way to trusting of lysander and started talking to him almost instantly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Spectacle." He does his theatre bow.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I already have three people active. Sorry. We can do Raillen and Raphael is you want*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh?"
"Oh..."
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.
Elmo and Nicky are waiting patiently in front of the kitchen door, like two fuzzy road-blocks.
Kelipso rubs their formerly blue eyes and stares at Lysander, snarling
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're my friend?" Finch sniffles.
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.
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and smiled "Im Scoob"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am a top of the line model from HexTech." He says
*Cool, whatever's good with me.*
Raillen is hanging upside down of the rafters.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Ah" she said and smiled "can't say i've heard of your type but im a battlestar, a frontlines woman... well the term is Forntlines men but im a woman... well i change genders if i want... what am i doing, im spiraling, im sorry"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well it is a pleasure to meet you too."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yes, man have you been paying any attention to me?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Well I can't wait till you are. How long until you gain what you have earned?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She thinks for a moment before handing a rifle to him "ever shot one?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What? You didn't think you were mine?"
"What? You are. I had a great time scaring Noctus with you."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yeah..."
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.
"When i get enough practice in and destroy the dragon then i will!" He chirps happily
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Raphael casts speak with animals. "Hello you two, how goes it?"
L: "Something wrong?" They say, stepping back
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