Lord's Rest Inn

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"I make them out of the parts of other, more ordinary mannequins. How they are animated... well, that's a secret. As for why... well, why not?"

 They chuckle. ”haha, you’re funny. Do you think your mannequins would be good at scaring people?”

"Oh, absolutely!" She responds with a similarly cheery tone. "Their ability to instill fear is intentional!"

 “Ooh, I have to have one of those! It’d go perfect in my next project.”

"What's the project? And what would it need a mannequin for?" She asks.

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*gay fox is back, ladies, gents and beautiful enbies*

 *my dearest darlingest friend!*

*do you want a cookie? They’re snickerdoodles!*

 *I would like a cookie. Would you like a RP? It's australian flavored.*

 *why absolutely!*

 
Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.

 Suddenly sitting next to him is Vanilla (I can provide a description if you want) who had, as far as the Hyena can tell, had appeared out of thin air. Vanilla silently offers them a hot cocoa.

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*Cut*

"I make them out of the parts of other, more ordinary mannequins. How they are animated... well, that's a secret. As for why... well, why not?"

 They chuckle. ”haha, you’re funny. Do you think your mannequins would be good at scaring people?”

"Oh, absolutely!" She responds with a similarly cheery tone. "Their ability to instill fear is intentional!"

 “Ooh, I have to have one of those! It’d go perfect in my next project.”

"What's the project? And what would it need a mannequin for?" She asks.

 “Oh…” they start, sounding a bit disappointed. “It’s a secret!”

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*I'd honestly prefer to start a new one if possible*

 

 *Of course. Who should you like this time?*

*Omi, Saphuno, and a gay character whose life is in shambles*

 Omi is reading on his stump outside his house, which resides in the Autumn Quarter of Aspen. Leaves fall and circle about him before being carried off by the wind.

Saphuno is working on herself, attempting to get back into shape. She's running the perimiter of town, jogging.

*Peculiar taste, but... I guess I can change a few things on one of my new characters and make a male*

Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.

Mauric is walking through the woods, his glaive on his back, looking livid.

Hayden is outside, practicing her psionics.

Rio enters the inn, looking around.

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Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.

 Suddenly sitting next to him is Vanilla (I can provide a description if you want) who had, as far as the Hyena can tell, had appeared out of thin air. Vanilla silently offers them a hot cocoa.

 *yes, please.*

He jumps softly, shrinking into the corner booth. "W-who are you? What do you w-want?.." He's skinny, and his eyes are sunken in.

 Vanilla is a short boy, 15-16, with frosty blue eyes and fair, freckled skin. His hair is swirly and white, as if it were a swirl of whipped cream, and he has little antlers made of chocolate wafers. His nose is red and runny as if he had the cold, and he wears a red Christmas sweater. In his hands Is a cup of hot cocoa, with an unnecessary amount of toppings. Any sense that would reveal creature type reveals Vanilla to be