"Uh, could, you get down please? I don't have a way up."
“Mmmm yes you do” he hangs from the rafters, stretching his top arms to hers
*human form btw*
She hops & grabs them, holding on.
He pulls her up, sitting her next to him
She chuckles some, "So... I was right about my cleric status earlier."
“I’m sorry to hear that, I hope I’m worth it”
"Mmm, we'll see, but, Selûne seems to be one that should accept me I think, and I don't see myself as anything but a cleric or priest, so the Moonmaiden seems like one I could maybe be one under."
He laughs a little “then she would have already seen our treason against the sun” he says dramatically, as a joke
"Fittingly enough, she has domain over love & relationships too, she even partakes in dance, as I'd the STARS didn't align enough." She chuckles, ever so slightly nervous.
He kisses her cheek, “well then, let’s hope she’ll allow you to be a Cleric under her”
*Ill use David on Yazrin. Been long time since I used my scrapper man*
A brawny man is walk through the forest. He has short cut brown hair that is faded around the sides. He had bright blue eyes, fair skin, and stand about 6'5. He wears a white tank-top, a brown jacket, black jeans, and thick boots.
Yazrin, sitting in the branches of one of the trees while taking a break from his training, watches him, slightly curious.
The man seems to talk to himself in Undercommon as he walks through the woods. He has an accent of Irishman but speaks in different tongues
Yazrin chuckles to himself. "Hello there." He says in Undercommon. "What might you be doing out here?"
He seems to turn on heel, gotten startled from being snuck up upon. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the person isn't someone he need to fight. "(Ello, just Takin a walk. Am I not allowed out here?)"
Yazrin smiles, and hops out of the tree, rolling to absorb the impact. You are. I'm just curious is all.
"(Ah, good)" he says and grins (Roll perception if you want) he switches from Under common to common "Sorry, Undercommon is the language I grew up on ya see"
24 perception.
Yazrin laughs. "And it wasn't for me?" He chuckles. "Undercommon and the Drow dialect of Elvish."
"Interestin' you do look a bit like my parents" he said and pointed a thumb at himself "I was raised by drows!" He said with a grin.
Yazrin seems bruises, cuts, and scrapes over this man in spots that are either out of the way like peeking out from under his shirt and sleeves or noticeable like a bruised cheek and a torn ear.
Yazrin smiles, and suddenly switches to a rapid and intricate set of hand signals. ;And did they ever teach you Drow Hand Sign?; He asks.
David grins and flashes signals back ;They did!, I never use it though unless I'm with another;
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Alright, since there is a bit of popular demand...I'm bringing back Egrien and Reirlin, my Aasimar Brothers.*
A brilliant beam of light strikes the ground right outside the safety field, followed a split second later by another. As the light from both begins to fade, two very different individuals are visible. It's obvious they are brothers, with the same hair color, and similar facial features. Their hair is a bright, fiery red-orange, fair brighter and redder than is natural.
The older-looking of the pair wears the robes of a mage. They're a light tan, with gold embellishments in the form of various runes and sigils. A crystal-tipped rod is on his belt, with a scroll opposite it, and a very ornate-looking staff on his back. His eyes are extremely blue, almost reminding you of a clear sky at summer, or the wild, untamed ocean.
The younger of the two is a knight of some form, with a shield reminiscent of eagle wings on his back, a javelin under it, and a sword strapped to his belt. He wears heavy, and ornate, plate armor, and a cloak with the symbol of a shield emblazoned with a rising Pheonix on it. His eyes are bright gold, and almost seem to glow.
With a final burst, the columns of light vanish, and each of them sprouts a pair of large, luminous wings, revealing their celestial ancestry.
Lysander waves at both, opening the door for them. "Hello, who might you two be?"
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Lysander to Kelipso. How is inexistent working out for you?
Lazarus looks around for Yuri, flying to their bramble fortress to check there first
Raphael checks on Lore, who was taking a nap on 'Raph's bed. They decided to simply wait for Lore to wake. *Need description of Raphael's room?*
"Watch it" he says to Lysander
Yuri was not at her palace but currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She was watching people below.
*Yes please*
Something wrong?
Lazarus waves, landing next to her. "Hello, haven't seen you in a while."
Raphael's room has one simply dressed bed, two armchairs, a coffee table and the walls are cluttered with nicknacs that Raphael has collected. From painting of a cathedral to a clay statue of Raphael to a patchwork bag
"im grumpy" he says and narrows his turquoise blue eyes at him.
"yes, I missed your company" she said and smiled.
Lore maps on before she randomly lets out a little snore, causing her wake herself up.
Need to rest?
They smile back. "Good to hear. So where have you been?"
A dog is lying on Lord's lap. how was your nap?
"no....ill be fine"
"Im my domain. I require to go there to...recharge."
She smiles and pets his head "It was good, your were right, I needed that rest"
"Okay. How is existence?"
"I see... It is a lovely place, I can definitely see that....... How was your staycation?"
*Now only -3 on d20* They bark playfully. Good to hear... Shall I bring you breakfast in bed or something? they joke
"Its weird to feel things again." He said "but emotional wise. All I ever feel is grumpy or tired"
"Good" she said "discovered modern mortal clothing, its quite pretty"
"You joke like that I might actually ask you too" she joked and hugged him around his fuzzy neck
"Still feel for Jason?"
"Mmm... Might discover some for myself. Know where I might get some?"
They like Lord's nose. Who knows. Crazier things have happened
"Your asking me this when I have not seen him in this tavern the whole time?" He said as.if offended.
"I could arrange to have some made for you if you want"
She chuckles and lies her head back on the pillow, petting him as she stares at the ceiling.
"Just want to double check. Sorry for insulting you... Want ice cream to make it up?"
Just want to lie in here?
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"Lysander. Nice to meet you. What brings you here to the tavern?'
Raphael lands nearby and shifts to their halfling form. "You okay?"
Yes, but I don't think you will grant it. How goes it?
"Oh I've been here for over three months, first it was wandering as a Bard, but now I'm one for the tavern! Once again, you?"
"Oh, it's you again, um mostly."
(Good, but what is it?)
"A... Past life. I lived a complicated fourth lives. Enjoy the tavern?"
"Sorry for scaring you if I did." Need to confide something in me?
I'm a vampire. I can only feed on the willing. You can probably exstrapilate form there
"Wow the folks here never are normal anymore, but its magnificent!" He smiles as he sips his wine.
"No its fine, you didn't." (I... may or may not be a heretic to the gods of the sun by, kissing an undead.) She awkward smiles.
(hhhuh, maybe if I get to know you enough. Sorry.)
"Indeed. If they are mere commoners, then they are abnormal for being normal."
Mmm... Okay. Well there are many ways to address this. Um... Mind if I attempt to assist you?
Knew it... So may I have your name?
"Well since I'm merely a Bard, I guess I'm a oddity here." He chuckles.
(Um, I wouldn't oppose. So as of now my thought process is, if Lathander is no longer one to worship, would there be any that would have me under them? Hence all these.) She waves to the books.
(I already told you, its Laci, you don't remember me Lazarus?)
"Merely? Look, what is your story? I bet it is a good one."
I would not banish your faith so suddenly. You could help them, resurrect them, making brilliance out of rust
They think for a while. Ah yes, sorry I didn't remember you for a second?
"Treating wrongly for the devil touched ancestry, raised by a fey, decided to show others enjoyment through show."
('out of rust'? He is no rust, he shines, just in moonlight is all.)
(Eh its fine, I can just blank on way too much at times so, anyway how you been?)
"Lysander. Nice to meet you. What brings you here to the tavern?'
Raphael lands nearby and shifts to their halfling form. "You okay?"
Yes, but I don't think you will grant it. How goes it?
"Oh I've been here for over three months, first it was wandering as a Bard, but now I'm one for the tavern! Once again, you?"
"Oh, it's you again, um mostly."
(Good, but what is it?)
"A... Past life. I lived a complicated fourth lives. Enjoy the tavern?"
"Sorry for scaring you if I did." Need to confide something in me?
I'm a vampire. I can only feed on the willing. You can probably exstrapilate form there
"Wow the folks here never are normal anymore, but its magnificent!" He smiles as he sips his wine.
"No its fine, you didn't." (I... may or may not be a heretic to the gods of the sun by, kissing an undead.) She awkward smiles.
(hhhuh, maybe if I get to know you enough. Sorry.)
"Indeed. If they are mere commoners, then they are abnormal for being normal."
Mmm... Okay. Well there are many ways to address this. Um... Mind if I attempt to assist you?
Knew it... So may I have your name?
"Well since I'm merely a Bard, I guess I'm a oddity here." He chuckles.
(Um, I wouldn't oppose. So as of now my thought process is, if Lathander is no longer one to worship, would there be any that would have me under them? Hence all these.) She waves to the books.
(I already told you, its Laci, you don't remember me Lazarus?)
"Merely? Look, what is your story? I bet it is a good one."
I would not banish your faith so suddenly. You could help them, resurrect them, making brilliance out of rust
They think for a while. Ah yes, sorry I didn't remember you for a second?
"Treating wrongly for the devil touched ancestry, raised by a fey, decided to show others enjoyment through show."
('out of rust'? He is no rust, he shines, just in moonlight is all.)
(Eh its fine, I can just blank on way too much at times so, anyway how you been?)
"Uh, could, you get down please? I don't have a way up."
“Mmmm yes you do” he hangs from the rafters, stretching his top arms to hers
*human form btw*
She hops & grabs them, holding on.
He pulls her up, sitting her next to him
She chuckles some, "So... I was right about my cleric status earlier."
“I’m sorry to hear that, I hope I’m worth it”
"Mmm, we'll see, but, Selûne seems to be one that should accept me I think, and I don't see myself as anything but a cleric or priest, so the Moonmaiden seems like one I could maybe be one under."
He laughs a little “then she would have already seen our treason against the sun” he says dramatically, as a joke
"Fittingly enough, she has domain over love & relationships too, she even partakes in dance, as I'd the STARS didn't align enough." She chuckles, ever so slightly nervous.
He kisses her cheek, “well then, let’s hope she’ll allow you to be a Cleric under her”
"Hm, If that's the scenario, it's more an option as of now."
"Lysander. Nice to meet you. What brings you here to the tavern?'
Raphael lands nearby and shifts to their halfling form. "You okay?"
Yes, but I don't think you will grant it. How goes it?
"Oh I've been here for over three months, first it was wandering as a Bard, but now I'm one for the tavern! Once again, you?"
"Oh, it's you again, um mostly."
(Good, but what is it?)
"A... Past life. I lived a complicated fourth lives. Enjoy the tavern?"
"Sorry for scaring you if I did." Need to confide something in me?
I'm a vampire. I can only feed on the willing. You can probably exstrapilate form there
"Wow the folks here never are normal anymore, but its magnificent!" He smiles as he sips his wine.
"No its fine, you didn't." (I... may or may not be a heretic to the gods of the sun by, kissing an undead.) She awkward smiles.
(hhhuh, maybe if I get to know you enough. Sorry.)
"Indeed. If they are mere commoners, then they are abnormal for being normal."
Mmm... Okay. Well there are many ways to address this. Um... Mind if I attempt to assist you?
Knew it... So may I have your name?
"Well since I'm merely a Bard, I guess I'm a oddity here." He chuckles.
(Um, I wouldn't oppose. So as of now my thought process is, if Lathander is no longer one to worship, would there be any that would have me under them? Hence all these.) She waves to the books.
(I already told you, its Laci, you don't remember me Lazarus?)
"Merely? Look, what is your story? I bet it is a good one."
I would not banish your faith so suddenly. You could help them, resurrect them, making brilliance out of rust
They think for a while. Ah yes, sorry I didn't remember you for a second?
"Treating wrongly for the devil touched ancestry, raised by a fey, decided to show others enjoyment through show."
('out of rust'? He is no rust, he shines, just in moonlight is all.)
(Eh its fine, I can just blank on way too much at times so, anyway how you been?)
"Via... Movies right?"
Archaic term for undead. So if I offend him... Is he a vampire?
Okay, I lost my glaive but I think I might get another one
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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
"Lysander. Nice to meet you. What brings you here to the tavern?'
Raphael lands nearby and shifts to their halfling form. "You okay?"
Yes, but I don't think you will grant it. How goes it?
"Oh I've been here for over three months, first it was wandering as a Bard, but now I'm one for the tavern! Once again, you?"
"Oh, it's you again, um mostly."
(Good, but what is it?)
"A... Past life. I lived a complicated fourth lives. Enjoy the tavern?"
"Sorry for scaring you if I did." Need to confide something in me?
I'm a vampire. I can only feed on the willing. You can probably exstrapilate form there
"Wow the folks here never are normal anymore, but its magnificent!" He smiles as he sips his wine.
"No its fine, you didn't." (I... may or may not be a heretic to the gods of the sun by, kissing an undead.) She awkward smiles.
(hhhuh, maybe if I get to know you enough. Sorry.)
"Indeed. If they are mere commoners, then they are abnormal for being normal."
Mmm... Okay. Well there are many ways to address this. Um... Mind if I attempt to assist you?
Knew it... So may I have your name?
"Well since I'm merely a Bard, I guess I'm a oddity here." He chuckles.
(Um, I wouldn't oppose. So as of now my thought process is, if Lathander is no longer one to worship, would there be any that would have me under them? Hence all these.) She waves to the books.
(I already told you, its Laci, you don't remember me Lazarus?)
"Merely? Look, what is your story? I bet it is a good one."
I would not banish your faith so suddenly. You could help them, resurrect them, making brilliance out of rust
They think for a while. Ah yes, sorry I didn't remember you for a second?
"Treating wrongly for the devil touched ancestry, raised by a fey, decided to show others enjoyment through show."
('out of rust'? He is no rust, he shines, just in moonlight is all.)
(Eh its fine, I can just blank on way too much at times so, anyway how you been?)
[[ literally ]]
*lmao yeah, I wasn't even meaning for that but that could not be more correct.*
*Ill use David on Yazrin. Been long time since I used my scrapper man*
A brawny man is walk through the forest. He has short cut brown hair that is faded around the sides. He had bright blue eyes, fair skin, and stand about 6'5. He wears a white tank-top, a brown jacket, black jeans, and thick boots.
Yazrin, sitting in the branches of one of the trees while taking a break from his training, watches him, slightly curious.
The man seems to talk to himself in Undercommon as he walks through the woods. He has an accent of Irishman but speaks in different tongues
Yazrin chuckles to himself. "Hello there." He says in Undercommon. "What might you be doing out here?"
He seems to turn on heel, gotten startled from being snuck up upon. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the person isn't someone he need to fight. "(Ello, just Takin a walk. Am I not allowed out here?)"
Yazrin smiles, and hops out of the tree, rolling to absorb the impact. You are. I'm just curious is all.
"(Ah, good)" he says and grins (Roll perception if you want) he switches from Under common to common "Sorry, Undercommon is the language I grew up on ya see"
24 perception.
Yazrin laughs. "And it wasn't for me?" He chuckles. "Undercommon and the Drow dialect of Elvish."
"Interestin' you do look a bit like my parents" he said and pointed a thumb at himself "I was raised by drows!" He said with a grin.
Yazrin seems bruises, cuts, and scrapes over this man in spots that are either out of the way like peeking out from under his shirt and sleeves or noticeable like a bruised cheek and a torn ear.
Yazrin smiles, and suddenly switches to a rapid and intricate set of hand signals. ;And did they ever teach you Drow Hand Sign?; He asks.
David grins and flashes signals back ;They did!, I never use it though unless I'm with another;
Yazrin smiles broadly. "I am Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of the former twelfth house of Menzoberranzan, and former weapon master of House Tlin'Orrza."
"Lysander. Nice to meet you. What brings you here to the tavern?'
Raphael lands nearby and shifts to their halfling form. "You okay?"
Yes, but I don't think you will grant it. How goes it?
"Oh I've been here for over three months, first it was wandering as a Bard, but now I'm one for the tavern! Once again, you?"
"Oh, it's you again, um mostly."
(Good, but what is it?)
"A... Past life. I lived a complicated fourth lives. Enjoy the tavern?"
"Sorry for scaring you if I did." Need to confide something in me?
I'm a vampire. I can only feed on the willing. You can probably exstrapilate form there
"Wow the folks here never are normal anymore, but its magnificent!" He smiles as he sips his wine.
"No its fine, you didn't." (I... may or may not be a heretic to the gods of the sun by, kissing an undead.) She awkward smiles.
(hhhuh, maybe if I get to know you enough. Sorry.)
"Indeed. If they are mere commoners, then they are abnormal for being normal."
Mmm... Okay. Well there are many ways to address this. Um... Mind if I attempt to assist you?
Knew it... So may I have your name?
"Well since I'm merely a Bard, I guess I'm a oddity here." He chuckles.
(Um, I wouldn't oppose. So as of now my thought process is, if Lathander is no longer one to worship, would there be any that would have me under them? Hence all these.) She waves to the books.
(I already told you, its Laci, you don't remember me Lazarus?)
"Merely? Look, what is your story? I bet it is a good one."
I would not banish your faith so suddenly. You could help them, resurrect them, making brilliance out of rust
They think for a while. Ah yes, sorry I didn't remember you for a second?
"Treating wrongly for the devil touched ancestry, raised by a fey, decided to show others enjoyment through show."
('out of rust'? He is no rust, he shines, just in moonlight is all.)
(Eh its fine, I can just blank on way too much at times so, anyway how you been?)
"Via... Movies right?"
Archaic term for undead. So if I offend him... Is he a vampire?
Okay, I lost my glaive but I think I might get another one
*Alright, since there is a bit of popular demand...I'm bringing back Egrien and Reirlin, my Aasimar Brothers.*
A brilliant beam of light strikes the ground right outside the safety field, followed a split second later by another. As the light from both begins to fade, two very different individuals are visible. It's obvious they are brothers, with the same hair color, and similar facial features. Their hair is a bright, fiery red-orange, fair brighter and redder than is natural.
The older-looking of the pair wears the robes of a mage. They're a light tan, with gold embellishments in the form of various runes and sigils. A crystal-tipped rod is on his belt, with a scroll opposite it, and a very ornate-looking staff on his back. His eyes are extremely blue, almost reminding you of a clear sky at summer, or the wild, untamed ocean.
The younger of the two is a knight of some form, with a shield reminiscent of eagle wings on his back, a javelin under it, and a sword strapped to his belt. He wears heavy, and ornate, plate armor, and a cloak with the symbol of a shield emblazoned with a rising Pheonix on it. His eyes are bright gold, and almost seem to glow.
With a final burst, the columns of light vanish, and each of them sprouts a pair of large, luminous wings, revealing their celestial ancestry.
Lysander waves at both, opening the door for them. "Hello, who might you two be?"
The smaller, elder of the two brothers replies. "I am Egrien, and this is Reirlin, my brother."
Lysander to Kelipso. How is inexistent working out for you?
Lazarus looks around for Yuri, flying to their bramble fortress to check there first
Raphael checks on Lore, who was taking a nap on 'Raph's bed. They decided to simply wait for Lore to wake. *Need description of Raphael's room?*
"Watch it" he says to Lysander
Yuri was not at her palace but currently sitting on the roof of the tavern. She was watching people below.
*Yes please*
Something wrong?
Lazarus waves, landing next to her. "Hello, haven't seen you in a while."
Raphael's room has one simply dressed bed, two armchairs, a coffee table and the walls are cluttered with nicknacs that Raphael has collected. From painting of a cathedral to a clay statue of Raphael to a patchwork bag
"im grumpy" he says and narrows his turquoise blue eyes at him.
"yes, I missed your company" she said and smiled.
Lore maps on before she randomly lets out a little snore, causing her wake herself up.
Need to rest?
They smile back. "Good to hear. So where have you been?"
A dog is lying on Lord's lap. how was your nap?
"no....ill be fine"
"Im my domain. I require to go there to...recharge."
She smiles and pets his head "It was good, your were right, I needed that rest"
"Okay. How is existence?"
"I see... It is a lovely place, I can definitely see that....... How was your staycation?"
*Now only -3 on d20* They bark playfully. Good to hear... Shall I bring you breakfast in bed or something? they joke
"Its weird to feel things again." He said "but emotional wise. All I ever feel is grumpy or tired"
"Good" she said "discovered modern mortal clothing, its quite pretty"
"You joke like that I might actually ask you too" she joked and hugged him around his fuzzy neck
"Still feel for Jason?"
"Mmm... Might discover some for myself. Know where I might get some?"
They like Lord's nose. Who knows. Crazier things have happened
"Your asking me this when I have not seen him in this tavern the whole time?" He said as.if offended.
"I could arrange to have some made for you if you want"
She chuckles and lies her head back on the pillow, petting him as she stares at the ceiling.
"Just want to double check. Sorry for insulting you... Want ice cream to make it up?"
Just want to lie in here?
"No." He said and narrowed his eyes "just leave me be"
"Maybe a little, its nice"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Alright, since there is a bit of popular demand...I'm bringing back Egrien and Reirlin, my Aasimar Brothers.*
A brilliant beam of light strikes the ground right outside the safety field, followed a split second later by another. As the light from both begins to fade, two very different individuals are visible. It's obvious they are brothers, with the same hair color, and similar facial features. Their hair is a bright, fiery red-orange, fair brighter and redder than is natural.
The older-looking of the pair wears the robes of a mage. They're a light tan, with gold embellishments in the form of various runes and sigils. A crystal-tipped rod is on his belt, with a scroll opposite it, and a very ornate-looking staff on his back. His eyes are extremely blue, almost reminding you of a clear sky at summer, or the wild, untamed ocean.
The younger of the two is a knight of some form, with a shield reminiscent of eagle wings on his back, a javelin under it, and a sword strapped to his belt. He wears heavy, and ornate, plate armor, and a cloak with the symbol of a shield emblazoned with a rising Pheonix on it. His eyes are bright gold, and almost seem to glow.
With a final burst, the columns of light vanish, and each of them sprouts a pair of large, luminous wings, revealing their celestial ancestry.
Lysander waves at both, opening the door for them. "Hello, who might you two be?"
The smaller, elder of the two brothers replies. "I am Egrien, and this is Reirlin, my brother."
"Nice to meet the both of you. What brings you to the end of the world?"
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"Uh, could, you get down please? I don't have a way up."
“Mmmm yes you do” he hangs from the rafters, stretching his top arms to hers
*human form btw*
She hops & grabs them, holding on.
He pulls her up, sitting her next to him
She chuckles some, "So... I was right about my cleric status earlier."
“I’m sorry to hear that, I hope I’m worth it”
"Mmm, we'll see, but, Selûne seems to be one that should accept me I think, and I don't see myself as anything but a cleric or priest, so the Moonmaiden seems like one I could maybe be one under."
He laughs a little “then she would have already seen our treason against the sun” he says dramatically, as a joke
"Fittingly enough, she has domain over love & relationships too, she even partakes in dance, as I'd the STARS didn't align enough." She chuckles, ever so slightly nervous.
He kisses her cheek, “well then, let’s hope she’ll allow you to be a Cleric under her”
"Hm, If that's the scenario, it's more an option as of now."
“Options are nice” he makes a small weave, it’s basically the undertale battle text box that says A) Heck yeah B) Heck yeah C) Heck yeah D) Heck yeah above it says * Would you smooch a vampire [[ laughter in mettaton reference]] he laughs a little “please don’t hit me it’s just a joke”
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I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
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He kisses her cheek, “well then, let’s hope she’ll allow you to be a Cleric under her”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I see... Um... How is being a satyr?"
"I see. Became a warlock apparently, so you can send that fun fact to your folks."
"I... That would be giving up....... Say, want to help me with my craft scavenger hunt?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
David grins and flashes signals back ;They did!, I never use it though unless I'm with another;
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Lysander waves at both, opening the door for them. "Hello, who might you two be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Just want to double check. Sorry for insulting you... Want ice cream to make it up?"
Just want to lie in here?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shrugs “normal life, only thing unusual would be my appearance”
“oh well that’s a bit of trouble- who’s the patron”
“why not, what’re y’a makin for it”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Treating wrongly for the devil touched ancestry, raised by a fey, decided to show others enjoyment through show."
('out of rust'? He is no rust, he shines, just in moonlight is all.)
(Eh its fine, I can just blank on way too much at times so, anyway how you been?)
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Any magic abilities?"
"A devil, sadly."
"Anything and everything! Snowflakes, fortune tellers, bags, snow globes, etc."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
[[ literally ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Hm, If that's the scenario, it's more an option as of now."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Via... Movies right?"
Archaic term for undead. So if I offend him... Is he a vampire?
Okay, I lost my glaive but I think I might get another one
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*lmao yeah, I wasn't even meaning for that but that could not be more correct.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“I’m an artificer, so magic comes with the trade”
“well [[1gp]] know a way to make the contact null?”
“Cool! I’m make some accessories” he weaves a small bow [[ 🎀 ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Yazrin smiles broadly. "I am Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, Firstboy of the former twelfth house of Menzoberranzan, and former weapon master of House Tlin'Orrza."
"Song actually, song and dance."
(Yes actually.)
(Ouch, losing preferred is never good.)
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The smaller, elder of the two brothers replies. "I am Egrien, and this is Reirlin, my brother."
"No." He said and narrowed his eyes "just leave me be"
"Maybe a little, its nice"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Intriguing... Can you make weapons?"
*Good luck... Might just stick him in astral plane so they don't suffer."
"Great!" They say, handing them ribbons
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Nice to meet the both of you. What brings you to the end of the world?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Options are nice” he makes a small weave, it’s basically the undertale battle text box that says A) Heck yeah B) Heck yeah C) Heck yeah D) Heck yeah above it says * Would you smooch a vampire [[ laughter in mettaton reference]] he laughs a little “please don’t hit me it’s just a joke”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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