*I suppose I'll put up my characters for now and get back to them when I arrive at work.*
Samaritan is inside the restaurant before opening, hanging up Christmas decorations despite not celebrating it himself. An old radio plays rock music from a time before it was considered good. He sets up the Christmas tree, filling the base with water, hanging to lights on it, and placing ornaments on its boughs. He stares at it, a bit disgusted at the look of it but shrugs it off.
The Herald is practicing Tai Chi outside, humming to himself as he moves. His movements are fluid, like he's done this millions of times.
Doctor Gigli and his assistant, Adeline, are also hanging up Christmas decorations as they do celebrate the holidays, specifically Adeline does. They are hanging up little things like garland and door gummy things on the windows.
Mauric is walking back to the inn from town, and passes by Samaritan’s establishment on the way.
Eito is gracefully training with their shortsword, its crystalline blade sparkling.
Thirteen is reading intently beneath a tree, enjoying the brisk morning.
Samaritan looks outside, tilting his head "Mauric.." he steps outside, holding the door open "Fancy a cup of tea?" He gruffly asks.
The Herald finishes up and watches for a moment from the shadows.
Doctor Gigli and Adeline wave to him.
*Semester finals are almost over*
“Oh, uh, sure!” He grins and enters.
Eito’s swordplay is divine, and their glow could blind you if you watched for too long.
He waves back and continues to peruse his ancient texts.
*Noice.*
Samaritan walks into the kitchen "How're you?" He asks and sets the kettle on the stove.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "A swords master perhaps?"
Adeline walks over and hands him what looks like a little gift "For you dear!"
“Doing great! I’m excited for my first Christmas married… I just sent a letter to my parents back home!”
They turn to stare at him. “What makes a master? Dominion? No no. I am more of a sword… tamer.”
“Really? But I’ve never met you…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sits down, his piercing eyes watching him like an owl.
she hugs him again, bundling herself up in her coat.
"Is it Riotan? I hope it's Riotan." She says excitedly "Can I be part o' the plan?"
He happily continues to read, leaning against them. (Good end?)
He hugs her and drinks his tea, not used to the flavor, but not one to complain. He softly thanks her for the warmth.
"Mn, it is." He nods "The terms of devil marriage state that if a partner is unfaithful to whom they married, they may go to court and settle who gets what. Things like territory, legions, items of value, and such. Since I have a pretty solid case, all I have to do is be 'unfaithful' and then I can go to court and settle that I keep the restaurant as that is all I actually want. My husband has always been greedy, much like the layer he came from, so he will try and lie his way out of it all to gain everything."
(Yerp!)
She produces a English muffin, putting jam on it, and devours it whole.
"Ah that's gonna be fun. As long as ya keep the restaurant, they can take everythin' else hmm? An' all ya got ta do is get Riotan ta be 'unfaithful' fer ya. Problem with that one is, likely he's still got an interest in Stroth, even if it ain't gonna go nowhere with her marryin' Sparrow." She taps her chin curiously "We'll have ta figure that one out huh."
He chuckles, leaning against her, taking a cigarette out by pure habit before hastily putting it away.
He nods and stands up "This restaurant has employed many folk over its time. The homeless, the cast out, the rebels, people who don't have anything left. I want to give people hope, and a chance to work up from the bottom." He sighs, his three heads looking at her "You understand the issue if this were to get out to the public and end up in the wrong ears yes?"
She chuckles and nods "I know the feeling. The need to fidget."
*I suppose I'll put up my characters for now and get back to them when I arrive at work.*
Samaritan is inside the restaurant before opening, hanging up Christmas decorations despite not celebrating it himself. An old radio plays rock music from a time before it was considered good. He sets up the Christmas tree, filling the base with water, hanging to lights on it, and placing ornaments on its boughs. He stares at it, a bit disgusted at the look of it but shrugs it off.
The Herald is practicing Tai Chi outside, humming to himself as he moves. His movements are fluid, like he's done this millions of times.
Doctor Gigli and his assistant, Adeline, are also hanging up Christmas decorations as they do celebrate the holidays, specifically Adeline does. They are hanging up little things like garland and door gummy things on the windows.
Mauric is walking back to the inn from town, and passes by Samaritan’s establishment on the way.
Eito is gracefully training with their shortsword, its crystalline blade sparkling.
Thirteen is reading intently beneath a tree, enjoying the brisk morning.
Samaritan looks outside, tilting his head "Mauric.." he steps outside, holding the door open "Fancy a cup of tea?" He gruffly asks.
The Herald finishes up and watches for a moment from the shadows.
Doctor Gigli and Adeline wave to him.
*Semester finals are almost over*
“Oh, uh, sure!” He grins and enters.
Eito’s swordplay is divine, and their glow could blind you if you watched for too long.
He waves back and continues to peruse his ancient texts.
*Noice.*
Samaritan walks into the kitchen "How're you?" He asks and sets the kettle on the stove.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "A swords master perhaps?"
Adeline walks over and hands him what looks like a little gift "For you dear!"
“Doing great! I’m excited for my first Christmas married… I just sent a letter to my parents back home!”
They turn to stare at him. “What makes a master? Dominion? No no. I am more of a sword… tamer.”
“Really? But I’ve never met you…”
"That is good. I am glad to see you happy." He nods. He takes the kettle off the burner and pours him a cup "Frogive me if I am wrong but are you still working as a chef?"
"I didn't need a lesson on it nor to be told I am wrong." he sighs "Sword tamer then."
"Doesn't matter hon. Everyone deserves a gift." she smiles, her maw filled with sharp uneven teeth but that is normal for gator-folk.
He nods and stands up "This restaurant has employed many folk over its time. The homeless, the cast out, the rebels, people who don't have anything left. I want to give people hope, and a chance to work up from the bottom." He sighs, his three heads looking at her "You understand the issue if this were to get out to the public and end up in the wrong ears yes?"
She chuckles and nods "I know the feeling. The need to fidget."
"I wasn't gonna tell nobody before, an' I ain't gonna tell nobody now. It ain't in my nature, but I'll try ta help ya along this plan with bein' unfaithful ta that husband o' yers. It ain't gonna get in any ears outside o' this here room." She smiles wide "Happy ta think ya trusted me with somethin' like this."
"It'll probably get easier with time... I said I wouldn't, so I won't. If ya can do it, I can."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*hello, dears! I’m workin’ on an essay right now!*
*Hello dear friend, how art thou?*
*I am quite well! Second to last day of finals, I have two elective classes today, art and acting!*
*Ah that does sound quite fun indeed, I do love the finer arts, with nothing left to do myself it is quite pleasant to just chill.*
*and then tomorrow I have PE (when the essay is due, English and PE have a joint final for some reasons?) and then history!*
*And then you are finally free, I wish the most luck onto you for then. Would you like to rp?*
*sure! I have a bit :>*
*What kind of character do you want?*
*well, any character you think could be at the Yuletide ball, OR one that is currently in life threatening danger! Because then I can intro a new character.*
*I suppose I'll put up my characters for now and get back to them when I arrive at work.*
Samaritan is inside the restaurant before opening, hanging up Christmas decorations despite not celebrating it himself. An old radio plays rock music from a time before it was considered good. He sets up the Christmas tree, filling the base with water, hanging to lights on it, and placing ornaments on its boughs. He stares at it, a bit disgusted at the look of it but shrugs it off.
The Herald is practicing Tai Chi outside, humming to himself as he moves. His movements are fluid, like he's done this millions of times.
Doctor Gigli and his assistant, Adeline, are also hanging up Christmas decorations as they do celebrate the holidays, specifically Adeline does. They are hanging up little things like garland and door gummy things on the windows.
Mauric is walking back to the inn from town, and passes by Samaritan’s establishment on the way.
Eito is gracefully training with their shortsword, its crystalline blade sparkling.
Thirteen is reading intently beneath a tree, enjoying the brisk morning.
Samaritan looks outside, tilting his head "Mauric.." he steps outside, holding the door open "Fancy a cup of tea?" He gruffly asks.
The Herald finishes up and watches for a moment from the shadows.
Doctor Gigli and Adeline wave to him.
*Semester finals are almost over*
“Oh, uh, sure!” He grins and enters.
Eito’s swordplay is divine, and their glow could blind you if you watched for too long.
He waves back and continues to peruse his ancient texts.
*Noice.*
Samaritan walks into the kitchen "How're you?" He asks and sets the kettle on the stove.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "A swords master perhaps?"
Adeline walks over and hands him what looks like a little gift "For you dear!"
“Doing great! I’m excited for my first Christmas married… I just sent a letter to my parents back home!”
They turn to stare at him. “What makes a master? Dominion? No no. I am more of a sword… tamer.”
“Really? But I’ve never met you…”
"That is good. I am glad to see you happy." He nods. He takes the kettle off the burner and pours him a cup "Frogive me if I am wrong but are you still working as a chef?"
"I didn't need a lesson on it nor to be told I am wrong." he sighs "Sword tamer then."
"Doesn't matter hon. Everyone deserves a gift." she smiles, her maw filled with sharp uneven teeth but that is normal for gator-folk.
“No, sadly. I’m the janitor at the Inn, but I’d love to get promoted… I’m just working my way up is all.”
“Merely words. I keep the unseen in mind whenever I repel speech from my throat.”
“Well… thanks.” He opens it slowly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He nods and stands up "This restaurant has employed many folk over its time. The homeless, the cast out, the rebels, people who don't have anything left. I want to give people hope, and a chance to work up from the bottom." He sighs, his three heads looking at her "You understand the issue if this were to get out to the public and end up in the wrong ears yes?"
She chuckles and nods "I know the feeling. The need to fidget."
"I wasn't gonna tell nobody before, an' I ain't gonna tell nobody now. It ain't in my nature, but I'll try ta help ya along this plan with bein' unfaithful ta that husband o' yers. It ain't gonna get in any ears outside o' this here room." She smiles wide "Happy ta think ya trusted me with somethin' like this."
"It'll probably get easier with time... I said I wouldn't, so I won't. If ya can do it, I can."
"I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own.
"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash."
*well, any character you think could be at the Yuletide ball, OR one that is currently in life threatening danger! Because then I can intro a new character.*
*Here you go, description for character-
Standing tall, taller than most is a human man with strange markings on his shoulder that seem to lead onto his chest. He looks... young, around his teenage years, possibly slightly older but the garbs he wears suggest something ancient... like that of a hunter in their truest form, back in the day when hunting was a fight to the death. He has a scar on his chest with a matching spot on his back, like he was pierced through by something. Long brown hair tied up in bundles, like it hasn't been cut, like that of a caveman. His clothes are made from the hides of many animals, the hide of what must have been a massive lion before on his shoulders as well. He carries two jagged short swords made from rock at his sides, a bow and quiver on his back, full of arrows. His eyes are a soft brown. He is lean and muscular, appearing incredibly strong, but also lean, his eyes carrying a deep intelligence that contrasts his appearance. His hands are some kind of strange stoney spots and cracks on them, like his skin has actually turned to stone there. An ethereal lioness follows after, growling softly as he looks around this new place.
*
Darius Kanowasuki is hunting, his flesh covered in deep and long cuts, blood running down his sides as he faces someone who looks similar to him, as if they were from the same era. They wield a spear, having pierced though Darius in multiple places, but not without earning come dangerous cuts in return from his sharp rock short swords.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own.
"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash."
She takes it, lighting it herself, smoking it down steadily, blowing smoke softly "I got one last question fer ya, if ya don't mind my askin'. Why Riotan?" She asks, blowing the smoke away from them, an intense curiosity in her eyes.
He chuckles with them "I give most of mine to Felix, promise he would eat my cigarette if he saw me smoking one."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I suppose I'll put up my characters for now and get back to them when I arrive at work.*
Samaritan is inside the restaurant before opening, hanging up Christmas decorations despite not celebrating it himself. An old radio plays rock music from a time before it was considered good. He sets up the Christmas tree, filling the base with water, hanging to lights on it, and placing ornaments on its boughs. He stares at it, a bit disgusted at the look of it but shrugs it off.
The Herald is practicing Tai Chi outside, humming to himself as he moves. His movements are fluid, like he's done this millions of times.
Doctor Gigli and his assistant, Adeline, are also hanging up Christmas decorations as they do celebrate the holidays, specifically Adeline does. They are hanging up little things like garland and door gummy things on the windows.
Mauric is walking back to the inn from town, and passes by Samaritan’s establishment on the way.
Eito is gracefully training with their shortsword, its crystalline blade sparkling.
Thirteen is reading intently beneath a tree, enjoying the brisk morning.
Samaritan looks outside, tilting his head "Mauric.." he steps outside, holding the door open "Fancy a cup of tea?" He gruffly asks.
The Herald finishes up and watches for a moment from the shadows.
Doctor Gigli and Adeline wave to him.
*Semester finals are almost over*
“Oh, uh, sure!” He grins and enters.
Eito’s swordplay is divine, and their glow could blind you if you watched for too long.
He waves back and continues to peruse his ancient texts.
*Noice.*
Samaritan walks into the kitchen "How're you?" He asks and sets the kettle on the stove.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "A swords master perhaps?"
Adeline walks over and hands him what looks like a little gift "For you dear!"
“Doing great! I’m excited for my first Christmas married… I just sent a letter to my parents back home!”
They turn to stare at him. “What makes a master? Dominion? No no. I am more of a sword… tamer.”
“Really? But I’ve never met you…”
"That is good. I am glad to see you happy." He nods. He takes the kettle off the burner and pours him a cup "Frogive me if I am wrong but are you still working as a chef?"
"I didn't need a lesson on it nor to be told I am wrong." he sighs "Sword tamer then."
"Doesn't matter hon. Everyone deserves a gift." she smiles, her maw filled with sharp uneven teeth but that is normal for gator-folk.
“No, sadly. I’m the janitor at the Inn, but I’d love to get promoted… I’m just working my way up is all.”
“Merely words. I keep the unseen in mind whenever I repel speech from my throat.”
“Well… thanks.” He opens it slowly.
"Hm. A noble job nonetheless. You have all the qualifications for being a professional chef and I feel personally slighted you are not already getting hired." He huffs.
"Hm." He sighs and folds his arms behind his back.
Inside is a little med-kit with bandaids, a wrap, antibacterial gel, ointment for healing, and a little sticker of a cat's face with its tongue stuck out.
"I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own.
"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash."
She takes it, lighting it herself, smoking it down steadily, blowing smoke softly "I got one last question fer ya, if ya don't mind my askin'. Why Riotan?" She asks, blowing the smoke away from them, an intense curiosity in her eyes.
He chuckles with them "I give most of mine to Felix, promise he would eat my cigarette if he saw me smoking one."
*because Riotan is so down bad it’s not even funny*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*well, any character you think could be at the Yuletide ball, OR one that is currently in life threatening danger! Because then I can intro a new character.*
*Here you go, description for character-
Standing tall, taller than most is a human man with strange markings on his shoulder that seem to lead onto his chest. He looks... young, around his teenage years, possibly slightly older but the garbs he wears suggest something ancient... like that of a hunter in their truest form, back in the day when hunting was a fight to the death. He has a scar on his chest with a matching spot on his back, like he was pierced through by something. Long brown hair tied up in bundles, like it hasn't been cut, like that of a caveman. His clothes are made from the hides of many animals, the hide of what must have been a massive lion before on his shoulders as well. He carries two jagged short swords made from rock at his sides, a bow and quiver on his back, full of arrows. His eyes are a soft brown. He is lean and muscular, appearing incredibly strong, but also lean, his eyes carrying a deep intelligence that contrasts his appearance. His hands are some kind of strange stoney spots and cracks on them, like his skin has actually turned to stone there. An ethereal lioness follows after, growling softly as he looks around this new place.
*
Darius Kanowasuki is hunting, his flesh covered in deep and long cuts, blood running down his sides as he faces someone who looks similar to him, as if they were from the same era. They wield a spear, having pierced though Darius in multiple places, but not without earning come dangerous cuts in return from his sharp rock short swords.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure watching him. Dressed in a maroon, flowery dress with patterns and stitchings of marigolds and lilies. She stands at about six and a half feet tall, and not an inch of her skin is showing. Her arms are covered by long sleeves and gloves, and her face is a golden mask with a serene expression. She watches from the sidelines, stepping a bit closer each moment. She thrums with magical power.
"I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own.
"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash."
She takes it, lighting it herself, smoking it down steadily, blowing smoke softly "I got one last question fer ya, if ya don't mind my askin'. Why Riotan?" She asks, blowing the smoke away from them, an intense curiosity in her eyes.
He chuckles with them "I give most of mine to Felix, promise he would eat my cigarette if he saw me smoking one."
*because Riotan is so down bad it’s not even funny*
*I mean, that part is devastatingly obvious, a blind person could see that.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I suppose I'll put up my characters for now and get back to them when I arrive at work.*
Samaritan is inside the restaurant before opening, hanging up Christmas decorations despite not celebrating it himself. An old radio plays rock music from a time before it was considered good. He sets up the Christmas tree, filling the base with water, hanging to lights on it, and placing ornaments on its boughs. He stares at it, a bit disgusted at the look of it but shrugs it off.
The Herald is practicing Tai Chi outside, humming to himself as he moves. His movements are fluid, like he's done this millions of times.
Doctor Gigli and his assistant, Adeline, are also hanging up Christmas decorations as they do celebrate the holidays, specifically Adeline does. They are hanging up little things like garland and door gummy things on the windows.
Mauric is walking back to the inn from town, and passes by Samaritan’s establishment on the way.
Eito is gracefully training with their shortsword, its crystalline blade sparkling.
Thirteen is reading intently beneath a tree, enjoying the brisk morning.
Samaritan looks outside, tilting his head "Mauric.." he steps outside, holding the door open "Fancy a cup of tea?" He gruffly asks.
The Herald finishes up and watches for a moment from the shadows.
Doctor Gigli and Adeline wave to him.
*Semester finals are almost over*
“Oh, uh, sure!” He grins and enters.
Eito’s swordplay is divine, and their glow could blind you if you watched for too long.
He waves back and continues to peruse his ancient texts.
*Noice.*
Samaritan walks into the kitchen "How're you?" He asks and sets the kettle on the stove.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "A swords master perhaps?"
Adeline walks over and hands him what looks like a little gift "For you dear!"
“Doing great! I’m excited for my first Christmas married… I just sent a letter to my parents back home!”
They turn to stare at him. “What makes a master? Dominion? No no. I am more of a sword… tamer.”
“Really? But I’ve never met you…”
"That is good. I am glad to see you happy." He nods. He takes the kettle off the burner and pours him a cup "Frogive me if I am wrong but are you still working as a chef?"
"I didn't need a lesson on it nor to be told I am wrong." he sighs "Sword tamer then."
"Doesn't matter hon. Everyone deserves a gift." she smiles, her maw filled with sharp uneven teeth but that is normal for gator-folk.
“No, sadly. I’m the janitor at the Inn, but I’d love to get promoted… I’m just working my way up is all.”
“Merely words. I keep the unseen in mind whenever I repel speech from my throat.”
“Well… thanks.” He opens it slowly.
"Hm. A noble job nonetheless. You have all the qualifications for being a professional chef and I feel personally slighted you are not already getting hired." He huffs.
"Hm." He sighs and folds his arms behind his back.
Inside is a little med-kit with bandaids, a wrap, antibacterial gel, ointment for healing, and a little sticker of a cat's face with its tongue stuck out.
“I mean, the kitchen’s kind of full, and the guy there, Ragnerious, probably won’t be gone for a while. He’s a dragon, after all.”
“I offer a consolation for my nature’s incompatibility with your own.”
He smiles slightly. “Oh, that’s nice. And probably useful if Theren gets his arms blown off or something…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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“Doing great! I’m excited for my first Christmas married… I just sent a letter to my parents back home!”
They turn to stare at him. “What makes a master? Dominion? No no. I am more of a sword… tamer.”
“Really? But I’ve never met you…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He nods and stands up "This restaurant has employed many folk over its time. The homeless, the cast out, the rebels, people who don't have anything left. I want to give people hope, and a chance to work up from the bottom." He sighs, his three heads looking at her "You understand the issue if this were to get out to the public and end up in the wrong ears yes?"
She chuckles and nods "I know the feeling. The need to fidget."
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
*And then you are finally free, I wish the most luck onto you for then. Would you like to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*sure! I have a bit :>*
(morning arch)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"That is good. I am glad to see you happy." He nods. He takes the kettle off the burner and pours him a cup "Frogive me if I am wrong but are you still working as a chef?"
"I didn't need a lesson on it nor to be told I am wrong." he sighs "Sword tamer then."
"Doesn't matter hon. Everyone deserves a gift." she smiles, her maw filled with sharp uneven teeth but that is normal for gator-folk.
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
*I got to say, i see all of yall having finals and such and I am so happy I am no longer in high school or college for that matter.*
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
*morning!*
"I wasn't gonna tell nobody before, an' I ain't gonna tell nobody now. It ain't in my nature, but I'll try ta help ya along this plan with bein' unfaithful ta that husband o' yers. It ain't gonna get in any ears outside o' this here room." She smiles wide "Happy ta think ya trusted me with somethin' like this."
"It'll probably get easier with time... I said I wouldn't, so I won't. If ya can do it, I can."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*What kind of character do you want?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*well, any character you think could be at the Yuletide ball, OR one that is currently in life threatening danger! Because then I can intro a new character.*
“No, sadly. I’m the janitor at the Inn, but I’d love to get promoted… I’m just working my way up is all.”
“Merely words. I keep the unseen in mind whenever I repel speech from my throat.”
“Well… thanks.” He opens it slowly.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own.
"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash."
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
*Here you go, description for character-
Standing tall, taller than most is a human man with strange markings on his shoulder that seem to lead onto his chest. He looks... young, around his teenage years, possibly slightly older but the garbs he wears suggest something ancient... like that of a hunter in their truest form, back in the day when hunting was a fight to the death.
He has a scar on his chest with a matching spot on his back, like he was pierced through by something. Long brown hair tied up in bundles, like it hasn't been cut, like that of a caveman. His clothes are made from the hides of many animals, the hide of what must have been a massive lion before on his shoulders as well. He carries two jagged short swords made from rock at his sides, a bow and quiver on his back, full of arrows. His eyes are a soft brown. He is lean and muscular, appearing incredibly strong, but also lean, his eyes carrying a deep intelligence that contrasts his appearance. His hands are some kind of strange stoney spots and cracks on them, like his skin has actually turned to stone there. An ethereal lioness follows after, growling softly as he looks around this new place.
*
Darius Kanowasuki is hunting, his flesh covered in deep and long cuts, blood running down his sides as he faces someone who looks similar to him, as if they were from the same era. They wield a spear, having pierced though Darius in multiple places, but not without earning come dangerous cuts in return from his sharp rock short swords.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She takes it, lighting it herself, smoking it down steadily, blowing smoke softly "I got one last question fer ya, if ya don't mind my askin'. Why Riotan?" She asks, blowing the smoke away from them, an intense curiosity in her eyes.
He chuckles with them "I give most of mine to Felix, promise he would eat my cigarette if he saw me smoking one."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hm. A noble job nonetheless. You have all the qualifications for being a professional chef and I feel personally slighted you are not already getting hired." He huffs.
"Hm." He sighs and folds his arms behind his back.
Inside is a little med-kit with bandaids, a wrap, antibacterial gel, ointment for healing, and a little sticker of a cat's face with its tongue stuck out.
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
*because Riotan is so down bad it’s not even funny*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure watching him. Dressed in a maroon, flowery dress with patterns and stitchings of marigolds and lilies. She stands at about six and a half feet tall, and not an inch of her skin is showing. Her arms are covered by long sleeves and gloves, and her face is a golden mask with a serene expression. She watches from the sidelines, stepping a bit closer each moment. She thrums with magical power.
*I mean, that part is devastatingly obvious, a blind person could see that.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I mean, the kitchen’s kind of full, and the guy there, Ragnerious, probably won’t be gone for a while. He’s a dragon, after all.”
“I offer a consolation for my nature’s incompatibility with your own.”
He smiles slightly. “Oh, that’s nice. And probably useful if Theren gets his arms blown off or something…”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.