He nods solemnly. "His usual tricks... mostly. He's vulnerable right now, but even more dangerous than normal. He never bit me before, and he's terrified of removing his scarf. I know how hard it must be to do this, but you need to try and think about this from his perspective. He's tried to isolate me for years, and he had succeeded up 'til now. He's surrounded by people, but I can't imagine he has any friends. He wanted me to be alone like him, I think. But this is more than just jealousy. It would explain the rage, yes, but not the level of recklessness. He's murdered my friends before, but he was always careful about it. Assassins, hit squads, bombs. He's in more pain than usual."
They both listen and nod, Jacque eventually standing back up, rubbing at where he was bitten as they walk over to stand next to Prospero “We are going to stop him, he’s grown more than before, reckless, more dangerous, as long as he keep each other together we can be safe, right?”
He shakes his head. "No. We'll stop him someday, but he's the slipperiest villain I've ever had the dissatisfaction of facing. You're never safe from him. Never ready for his tricks. He is the king of lies, and he surrounds himself with innocent people to protect himself. He is evil, but his intellect and charisma are usually unmatched by mortal kin. I... I want to save him. But I don't think he wants to be saved."
They both listen, just looking at the ground, before going back to shoveling the snow again “I guess we aren’t your sidekicks without fighting your enemies.”
He rubs the back of his head “I’m fine, don’t worry ‘bout me pardner.”
He takes the advise, moving his body and adjusting himself, it doesn’t make anything easier, but it’s not supposed to make things easier, it’s supposed to help him grow stronger.
“Ah, he ain’t gonna run just yet, I ain’t even kissed him.” She says, laughing.
He narrows his eyes, folding his arms "Okay, now I'm worried."
The Herald nods, patting his back, his claws tracing across it "Good."
Nik is outside, smoking. He has what appears to be an electronic pen like device that he hits and then exhales smoke. He wears glasses today, thin framed ones, on the bridge of his nose.
Alix is being an eepy boi, he eepy and need to sleepy.
*I shall consume*
"I never understood the need to smoke" Toothless says as he walks out of the tavern, walking up to them
"Baaaabe...." Reese whines out, crawling up to him.
"It calms my body." He explains, shrugging.
He opens an eye, his tail immediately wagging
He smiles softly, stretching out the strain of the day. "Well, the sight of you calms mine."
"Hi, baby..." she says, wrapping herself around him, tail thumping on the offbeat of his. "I missed you..."
"Good to hear, it's what I try to provide.' he said, smirking. He exhales smoke through his nose and sets the device away.
He cuddles her, grinning happily "Missed you too!!"
"So, about this dinner" he says, leaning against the building "Where to?"
"I've been so tired... this kid's givin' me hell..."
"Anywhere you deem fit." He smiles, nodding.
"Need me to take you to the clinic?" He tilts his head.
"I don't know anything about this town." he says, shrugging and putting on a sweater. "So, I guess we just go to the first place we see."
"It would give me peace of mind, and we could maybe get an idea of a due date... Oh God... are we gonna get married before, or a-after?..."
He nods and follows him, running a hand through his hair.
"We could have it now? Down in the main room of the tavern. Our vows before everyone before the child."
He rubs the back of his head “I’m fine, don’t worry ‘bout me pardner.”
He takes the advise, moving his body and adjusting himself, it doesn’t make anything easier, but it’s not supposed to make things easier, it’s supposed to help him grow stronger.
“Ah, he ain’t gonna run just yet, I ain’t even kissed him.” She says, laughing.
He narrows his eyes, folding his arms "Okay, now I'm worried."
The Herald nods, patting his back, his claws tracing across it "Good."
Stroth bursts out laughing
He leans against a tree, smiling at them “Please don’t pardner, nothin’ is wrong, just wanted ta stop smokin’ and drinkin’ fer a while.”
They shiver, falling to the ground fr the workout fatigue, “Thanks… I’m trying to get stronger.”
Merabelle laughs with them, ordering them a drink.
Prospero watches with interest. "So, what do I owe you for this?"
"Nothing. Eat the meal, go on with your day protecting people." He shrugs "It's not like I'm making you gold."
"Well, do you take tips? I want to support my local businesses. As you said, I'd probably do a better job if I was sufficiently nourished. Most of the time I just have to stick with the calorically dense stuff like chocolate and pastries since my powers run on kcals."
He rubs the back of his head “I’m fine, don’t worry ‘bout me pardner.”
He takes the advise, moving his body and adjusting himself, it doesn’t make anything easier, but it’s not supposed to make things easier, it’s supposed to help him grow stronger.
“Ah, he ain’t gonna run just yet, I ain’t even kissed him.” She says, laughing.
He narrows his eyes, folding his arms "Okay, now I'm worried."
The Herald nods, patting his back, his claws tracing across it "Good."
Stroth bursts out laughing
He leans against a tree, smiling at them “Please don’t pardner, nothin’ is wrong, just wanted ta stop smokin’ and drinkin’ fer a while.”
They shiver, falling to the ground fr the workout fatigue, “Thanks… I’m trying to get stronger.”
Merabelle laughs with them, ordering them a drink.
Arthur blinks "You? Stopping drinking and smoking. Big order my friend." He looks a bit worried.
"You are strong." He says, folding his arms "Better than most that way."
She shakes her head "Thank you but no thank you. Trying to stop drinking and smoking till the baby gets outta me."
He shakes his head. "No. We'll stop him someday, but he's the slipperiest villain I've ever had the dissatisfaction of facing. You're never safe from him. Never ready for his tricks. He is the king of lies, and he surrounds himself with innocent people to protect himself. He is evil, but his intellect and charisma are usually unmatched by mortal kin. I... I want to save him. But I don't think he wants to be saved."
They both listen, just looking at the ground, before going back to shoveling the snow again “I guess we aren’t your sidekicks without fighting your enemies.”
"Just helping with mundane tasks like this makes you amazing sidekicks in my book!" He gives them a thumbs up. "Fighting isn't the only part of hero work, you know! Supporting local businesses, being a good example, mowing someone's lawn for free... it all adds up!"
He rubs the back of his head “I’m fine, don’t worry ‘bout me pardner.”
He takes the advise, moving his body and adjusting himself, it doesn’t make anything easier, but it’s not supposed to make things easier, it’s supposed to help him grow stronger.
“Ah, he ain’t gonna run just yet, I ain’t even kissed him.” She says, laughing.
He narrows his eyes, folding his arms "Okay, now I'm worried."
The Herald nods, patting his back, his claws tracing across it "Good."
Stroth bursts out laughing
He leans against a tree, smiling at them “Please don’t pardner, nothin’ is wrong, just wanted ta stop smokin’ and drinkin’ fer a while.”
They shiver, falling to the ground fr the workout fatigue, “Thanks… I’m trying to get stronger.”
Merabelle laughs with them, ordering them a drink.
Arthur blinks "You? Stopping drinking and smoking. Big order my friend." He looks a bit worried.
"You are strong." He says, folding his arms "Better than most that way."
She shakes her head "Thank you but no thank you. Trying to stop drinking and smoking till the baby gets outta me."
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose “Okay, if I tell ya, ya can’t tell nobody. Stroth wanted me… ta plug the faucet… an now we expectin’. Catch my drift?”
He rolls over onto his back, breathing heavily “I can’t do anymore, I’ll train some more tomorrow.”
She gasps, slapping her own head “I fergot ‘bout that, dang, I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’ll drink it fer ya.” She drinks down the glass for them.
He shakes his head. "No. We'll stop him someday, but he's the slipperiest villain I've ever had the dissatisfaction of facing. You're never safe from him. Never ready for his tricks. He is the king of lies, and he surrounds himself with innocent people to protect himself. He is evil, but his intellect and charisma are usually unmatched by mortal kin. I... I want to save him. But I don't think he wants to be saved."
They both listen, just looking at the ground, before going back to shoveling the snow again “I guess we aren’t your sidekicks without fighting your enemies.”
"Just helping with mundane tasks like this makes you amazing sidekicks in my book!" He gives them a thumbs up. "Fighting isn't the only part of hero work, you know! Supporting local businesses, being a good example, mowing someone's lawn for free... it all adds up!"
They nod, working as much as they can, helping out despite the fear they have within themselves “We are trying our best, you’re our hero, and we would do the best we can.” Jacque says, “I hope this helps people as much as he can.” They smile uneasily, slightly nervous, but relying on his sister’s confidence.
"Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire, and, as of today, rich man!"
“Really? How rich exactly?” He says, his finger tapping against the counter, a sly kind of curious.
"Security and more"
“Would you happen to be carrying those riches?”
"Why do you ask?"
“Because there are thieves in this town. I’m worried about the fact you might get robbed.”
"Trust me, I've got it in a safe place"
“And where would that be?”
"Now, if i told you, it wouldn't be a secret"
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"Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire, and, as of today, rich man!"
“Really? How rich exactly?” He says, his finger tapping against the counter, a sly kind of curious.
"Security and more"
“Would you happen to be carrying those riches?”
"Why do you ask?"
“Because there are thieves in this town. I’m worried about the fact you might get robbed.”
"Trust me, I've got it in a safe place"
“And where would that be?”
"Now, if i told you, it wouldn't be a secret"
“I don’t remember you saying it was a secret.” He says with a chuckle “Eh, it’s for the best, I’m not a pirate anymore, I don’t need to be stealing from my patrons.”
"Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire, and, as of today, rich man!"
“Really? How rich exactly?” He says, his finger tapping against the counter, a sly kind of curious.
"Security and more"
“Would you happen to be carrying those riches?”
"Why do you ask?"
“Because there are thieves in this town. I’m worried about the fact you might get robbed.”
"Trust me, I've got it in a safe place"
“And where would that be?”
"Now, if i told you, it wouldn't be a secret"
“I don’t remember you saying it was a secret.” He says with a chuckle “Eh, it’s for the best, I’m not a pirate anymore, I don’t need to be stealing from my patrons.”
"I'm glad I didn't tell you, then. But I doubt it'd matter. With all this money, I can make a new show model with the best parts!" he seems to let a little something slip through the alcohol. "Instead of that scuffed cocktail of clays and quartzes I used on bug."
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They both listen, just looking at the ground, before going back to shoveling the snow again “I guess we aren’t your sidekicks without fighting your enemies.”
He narrows his eyes, folding his arms "Okay, now I'm worried."
The Herald nods, patting his back, his claws tracing across it "Good."
Stroth bursts out laughing
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*anyone wanna rp?*
She giggles, before realizing they are being for real, but certainly not against it “Wow… that’s… why am I into that?” She drunkenly asks.
He nods and follows him, running a hand through his hair.
"We could have it now? Down in the main room of the tavern. Our vows before everyone before the child."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He leans against a tree, smiling at them “Please don’t pardner, nothin’ is wrong, just wanted ta stop smokin’ and drinkin’ fer a while.”
They shiver, falling to the ground fr the workout fatigue, “Thanks… I’m trying to get stronger.”
Merabelle laughs with them, ordering them a drink.
"Well, do you take tips? I want to support my local businesses. As you said, I'd probably do a better job if I was sufficiently nourished. Most of the time I just have to stick with the calorically dense stuff like chocolate and pastries since my powers run on kcals."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Spending time with you is fun too… I love you…” She rubs her hand against them softly and lovingly, sighing too.
Arthur blinks "You? Stopping drinking and smoking. Big order my friend." He looks a bit worried.
"You are strong." He says, folding his arms "Better than most that way."
She shakes her head "Thank you but no thank you. Trying to stop drinking and smoking till the baby gets outta me."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Just helping with mundane tasks like this makes you amazing sidekicks in my book!" He gives them a thumbs up. "Fighting isn't the only part of hero work, you know! Supporting local businesses, being a good example, mowing someone's lawn for free... it all adds up!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hey y'all, I am heading to back. I have to get up really early.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Goodnight, chickens!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose “Okay, if I tell ya, ya can’t tell nobody. Stroth wanted me… ta plug the faucet… an now we expectin’. Catch my drift?”
He rolls over onto his back, breathing heavily “I can’t do anymore, I’ll train some more tomorrow.”
She gasps, slapping her own head “I fergot ‘bout that, dang, I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’ll drink it fer ya.” She drinks down the glass for them.
They nod, working as much as they can, helping out despite the fear they have within themselves “We are trying our best, you’re our hero, and we would do the best we can.” Jacque says, “I hope this helps people as much as he can.” They smile uneasily, slightly nervous, but relying on his sister’s confidence.
"Now, if i told you, it wouldn't be a secret"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I don’t remember you saying it was a secret.” He says with a chuckle “Eh, it’s for the best, I’m not a pirate anymore, I don’t need to be stealing from my patrons.”
"I'm glad I didn't tell you, then. But I doubt it'd matter. With all this money, I can make a new show model with the best parts!" he seems to let a little something slip through the alcohol. "Instead of that scuffed cocktail of clays and quartzes I used on bug."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)