*Hey everybody, I might have time to rp, I might not, who wants to if I can?*
*FEEDME-*
*Want anyone particular?*
*(Nibbles on your arm)*
*Uhhhh I suppose Rag, Sparrow, and Merabelle.*
*Of course, (Reveals arm is fake)*
Merabelle is going for a jog around town, she has already lapped the town several times over, and is now taking a break on a park bench, her workout clothes, as well as her body glistening with sweat as she pants heavily.
Rag has returned to meditation in the forest, taking deep long breaths, the ground around him not yet magma, though the snow still sits far from his body.
Sparrow is cleaning Rosemary with the new tools Stroth had gotten him, incredibly thankful for his wife and her generosity.
Edwin is watching while fixing his pocket watch. He waves to her, beaming.
Sable is still at his mansion, curled up on a sofa.
Stroth watches him, still feeling kinda icky.
She waves back to them, leaning back in the bench and taking deep breaths, her constellations shining bright.
Rag decides it’s a good time to keep his promise, killing a deer and knocking on the door of the mansion.
Sparrow walks over to them, putting his tools down “Are ya okay?” He asks, looking deep into their eyes “Ya look like yer tryin’ ta ignore somethin’ that’s wrong.”
*Hey everybody, I might have time to rp, I might not, who wants to if I can?*
*sure*
*Who do you want?*
*uhhhhh no clue, anyone you feel like using particularly today?*
*Dang… maybe John, I feel like using the DD cast more, maybe the Faceless Merchant?*
*Let’s do both of them then*
*Welp, here you go.*
The Faceless Merchant is resting by his backpack, he hasn’t moved ever since he arrived, his cloak still up, and his sign still next to him. He silently sings a song in Abyssal.
John is remembering his family, and taking the frustration he feels towards himself out on some training dummies, wearing full plate as his flaming blade cleaves through them all.
Eito is wandering and turns their glowing eyes upon the Merchant curiously.
Rio watches the violence idly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey everybody, I might have time to rp, I might not, who wants to if I can?*
*sure*
*Who do you want?*
*uhhhhh no clue, anyone you feel like using particularly today?*
*Dang… maybe John, I feel like using the DD cast more, maybe the Faceless Merchant?*
*Let’s do both of them then*
*Welp, here you go.*
The Faceless Merchant is resting by his backpack, he hasn’t moved ever since he arrived, his cloak still up, and his sign still next to him. He silently sings a song in Abyssal.
John is remembering his family, and taking the frustration he feels towards himself out on some training dummies, wearing full plate as his flaming blade cleaves through them all.
Eito is wandering and turns their glowing eyes upon the Merchant curiously.
Rio watches the violence idly.
A Cheshire Cat smile comes from the darkness of the cloak, glistening, his voice peeking out, barely loud enough to be heard, yet perfectly clear “Hello there, interesting in my small shop?”
Eventually he gets tired, sticking his sword into the ground, sighing as the dummies burn.
*Hey everybody, I might have time to rp, I might not, who wants to if I can?*
*sure*
*Who do you want?*
*uhhhhh no clue, anyone you feel like using particularly today?*
*Dang… maybe John, I feel like using the DD cast more, maybe the Faceless Merchant?*
*Let’s do both of them then*
*Welp, here you go.*
The Faceless Merchant is resting by his backpack, he hasn’t moved ever since he arrived, his cloak still up, and his sign still next to him. He silently sings a song in Abyssal.
John is remembering his family, and taking the frustration he feels towards himself out on some training dummies, wearing full plate as his flaming blade cleaves through them all.
Eito is wandering and turns their glowing eyes upon the Merchant curiously.
Rio watches the violence idly.
A Cheshire Cat smile comes from the darkness of the cloak, glistening, his voice peeking out, barely loud enough to be heard, yet perfectly clear “Hello there, interesting in my small shop?”
Eventually he gets tired, sticking his sword into the ground, sighing as the dummies burn.
Eito tilts their head. “I have no interest in the exchange. I do not need items.”
“Working off some anger, eh?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Three’s pretending not to be three kobolds in a trench coat
*The legend continues*
*I love that song so much.*
*wanna rp?*
*I shall. I will. And no one can stop me!*
Thirteen is building a replica of the Sahelanthropus Metal Gear.
Mauric is cleaning out one of the empty rooms at the inn.
Loriche is returning books to the library.
Riotan is lying on the roof, very tired.
Eito is sewing closed a few of the patches on their exterior.
Donn walks up to Thirteen "I may be in need of your help.. again." He says, spinning his pitchfork in hand.
Home follows her around, kinda glaring at anyone who looks at her wrong.
Samaritan walks over and nudges him with his foot "You dead? Say nothing if I can stuff and mount your body." He jokes.
“Oh?” He looks up. “What’s wrong?”
Loriche enters the library and begins putting all the books back on the shelves. She looks kind of sad.
Immediately, Riotan gets to his feet, looking excited. “Promise?” *there are much better ways you could have worded that*
"There is this church.. they are hunting my beloved, Egregore and refuse to get off mine and his back. You helped Yuri and now I was wondering if you would help me.." he says.
He tilts his head "You okay?" He asks.
*ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR MIND WENT THERE-*
"Good, you aren't dead." He chuckles.
“Of course! But I’ll need more information.”
“Yeah… I’m just a little sad that I’m surrounded by so much wisdom but I can’t access any of it.”
*WHERE ELSE WAS IT SUPPOSED TO GO*
“Not yet. So how are you?”
"The Church of New Light has been hunting my beloved, saying that he is a creature of horribleness when, recently, he has lost all of his memories and barely remembers a things. I asked to talk to them, and they refused to listen and now are calling me a harborer of him as well." He explains.
"How so?" He tilts his head.
*STUFF AND MOUNT IS LIKE TAKING AN ANIMAL, STUFFING IT, AND THEN MOUNTING IT ON THE WALL JOBAH-*
"I'm fine and dandy at the moment. An annoying ant has pestered me yesterday."
*Hey everybody, I might have time to rp, I might not, who wants to if I can?*
*FEEDME-*
*Want anyone particular?*
*(Nibbles on your arm)*
*Uhhhh I suppose Rag, Sparrow, and Merabelle.*
*Of course, (Reveals arm is fake)*
Merabelle is going for a jog around town, she has already lapped the town several times over, and is now taking a break on a park bench, her workout clothes, as well as her body glistening with sweat as she pants heavily.
Rag has returned to meditation in the forest, taking deep long breaths, the ground around him not yet magma, though the snow still sits far from his body.
Sparrow is cleaning Rosemary with the new tools Stroth had gotten him, incredibly thankful for his wife and her generosity.
Edwin is watching while fixing his pocket watch. He waves to her, beaming.
Sable is still at his mansion, curled up on a sofa.
Stroth watches him, still feeling kinda icky.
She waves back to them, leaning back in the bench and taking deep breaths, her constellations shining bright.
Rag decides it’s a good time to keep his promise, killing a deer and knocking on the door of the mansion.
Sparrow walks over to them, putting his tools down “Are ya okay?” He asks, looking deep into their eyes “Ya look like yer tryin’ ta ignore somethin’ that’s wrong.”
He walks over and hands her his canteen of water.
Sable doesn't open it but he can smell who it is and the blood "Get it off my doorstep." He snarls.
*mm. I feel like making an entire crew of vampiric, undead pirates.*
*It would probably work well with my crew of rag tag water stealing cowboys.*
*ooh, they sound fun!*
*only problem is I don’t have anywhere to use them, really… I mean, I don’t think there’s a tavern currently that would fit their vibe, besides the barnacle. And I don’t know how I would use them in the barnacle*
*mm. I feel like making an entire crew of vampiric, undead pirates.*
*It would probably work well with my crew of rag tag water stealing cowboys.*
*ooh, they sound fun!*
*only problem is I don’t have anywhere to use them, really… I mean, I don’t think there’s a tavern currently that would fit their vibe, besides the barnacle. And I don’t know how I would use them in the barnacle*
*Im pretty sure you already know that everything works here, all you got to do is incorporate it correctly. Definitely no other places it would work unless you make it work just right.*
*If he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been in character*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She waves back to them, leaning back in the bench and taking deep breaths, her constellations shining bright.
Rag decides it’s a good time to keep his promise, killing a deer and knocking on the door of the mansion.
Sparrow walks over to them, putting his tools down “Are ya okay?” He asks, looking deep into their eyes “Ya look like yer tryin’ ta ignore somethin’ that’s wrong.”
Eito is wandering and turns their glowing eyes upon the Merchant curiously.
Rio watches the violence idly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*One thing he and Damian have in common I suppose.*
A Cheshire Cat smile comes from the darkness of the cloak, glistening, his voice peeking out, barely loud enough to be heard, yet perfectly clear “Hello there, interesting in my small shop?”
Eventually he gets tired, sticking his sword into the ground, sighing as the dummies burn.
Eito tilts their head. “I have no interest in the exchange. I do not need items.”
“Working off some anger, eh?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The Church of New Light has been hunting my beloved, saying that he is a creature of horribleness when, recently, he has lost all of his memories and barely remembers a things. I asked to talk to them, and they refused to listen and now are calling me a harborer of him as well." He explains.
"How so?" He tilts his head.
*STUFF AND MOUNT IS LIKE TAKING AN ANIMAL, STUFFING IT, AND THEN MOUNTING IT ON THE WALL JOBAH-*
"I'm fine and dandy at the moment. An annoying ant has pestered me yesterday."
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
*Cut for Jobah.*
He giggles madly “Oh it’s not about need, it’s able want. Please, at least consider, you could have absolutely anything you want.”
He sighs deeply “Hello Riotan. Just working on my skills.”
He walks over and hands her his canteen of water.
Sable doesn't open it but he can smell who it is and the blood "Get it off my doorstep." He snarls.
"Icky." She sticks out her tongue "Feeling bad."
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
*cut*
*yes, I understand what you meant, but you and I both know that Riotan would much rather believe it means something else*
“What would you propose we do then?”
“I, uh, can’t read.”
“Who?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Wendi.*
She takes the canteen, opening it and pouring it over herself, sighing with relief “Oh, thank ya sweetheart.”
He sighs “Next time will be a person, then two, then four. Or you could eat this deer.” He steps back from the door.
He looks down, kissing their forehead softly “Downside ta bein’ pregnant.”
*weeee I got caught up in cleaning my room and then into painting.*
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
*Good for you, would you like to continue from before?*
*mm. I feel like making an entire crew of vampiric, undead pirates.*
*It would probably work well with my crew of rag tag water stealing cowboys.*
*ooh, they sound fun!*
*only problem is I don’t have anywhere to use them, really… I mean, I don’t think there’s a tavern currently that would fit their vibe, besides the barnacle. And I don’t know how I would use them in the barnacle*
*Im pretty sure you already know that everything works here, all you got to do is incorporate it correctly. Definitely no other places it would work unless you make it work just right.*
*Yes pwease. I just messed up my painting cuz little brush hairs got trapped in the paint.*
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 imagine it is still a beautiful painting, anyway I’m going to go get it for you.*