She laughs, her barrel chest expanding with laughter as she slaps their shoulder “Ya got me with it, but don’t worry none, liked the happy memories.” She smiles.
He looks down to all of them, sighing as heavily as humanly possible “I would rather not have to deal with all of this.” (Quick question, would John get anything because he’s devoted himself to Riotan’s cult?)
“Just a little self hatred, you heard about me getting arrested right?”
Hayden blushes again a little. "No problem. Still working on rounding out my magic."
"I made these for you to kill! That's the whole point! They're little guys to practice your awesome paladin swordery with!"
"Yes, I did. But you're out, and doing well, aren't you?"
She notices the blush, “Yer doin’ real good, looks like a know a few people who’re real good with magic.”
He sighs “Okay, I was taking a nap, but thank you for the gift. Also, you can just call it swordsmanship.” He reaches down to one of them, picking it up curiously.
“In terms of life, quite, in terms of mental health, less so unfortunately.” He smiles “But I’ll be fine, I always am.”
"Thanks! I do my best..."
The quasit is made of rooster, rat, and lizard parts, and it squirms in futility. "That's a less fun word though!"
"Well, don't just push through and assume things will work out. Take time to address your pain and try and reconcile with it."
“Looks like yer best is real good, ain’t it?” She says, sitting her firewood down for a moment.
He begins slowly squeezing on it, his grip crushing as he plans to kill it this way “I…” He sighs “It’s not worth the effort with you.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me Thirteen, I already got the speech from Mauric and Saphuno. I’ll be okay.”
*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.
"I can smell your anger... it's offputting." He says plainly, turning the page.
Saphuno takes a rest to lean against a tree, panting softly.
He can see the broken scavenger in the corner, looking meak and mild.
Mauric turns around and glowers at Omi. "Who're you?"
Hayden looks up at Saphuno and smiles at her, waving.
Riotan knows an easy mark when he sees one. He heads over toward him, debating what purpose he could put this acquisition to.
"Pick up a book on weather, and you'd know. Mauric..... last name's a bit fuzzy..." he says, writing something down.
She waves back briefly, taking a drink of water.
He sees Riotan, and he shrinks back further, exhaling sharply.
"Wh... HEY!! Are you that Omi guy??!"
Hayden goes over to her. "You alright miss?"
Rio goes over and sits at his booth. "Calm down, man. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to help."
"Ahh, an educated person... Or, maybe you're a fan of my work? That is me, it always has been. Well, not entirely..."
She nods, having caught her breath. "Yeah, all good. Just fat, and old. Saphuno." She says, holding out a paw.
"Not true.. they all say that. She said it too, she... she didn't mean it. she used me..." He twitches occasionally, eyes sunken.
Mauric looks even madder now. "What're you talking about??"
"You're not old or fat! You're really pretty!" She says earnestly. "I'm Hayden!"
"Who's 'she'? Or... would you rather not say?"
"You said.. 'Omi guy'... like you've heard of me before." He continues reading.
"You're too sweet... No, I'm both... sitting around cooking for years did the trick. It's nice to meet you. You're about the age of my daughter..."
"No... won't talk about it... used my body... I killed her..."
"I have." He growls.
"Your daughter? How old is she?"
Rio looks sympathetic and regretful. "I'm sorry. But I want to legitimately help you. Just tell me something I can do for you, and I'll do it. Nothing asked in return."
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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.
*I’m back! Does anyone want to rp or continue an rp?*
*I have my new characters. question is, for one of them, do you want male, or female?*
*Doesnt matter to me, I’m just happy to rp with you, it’s been a while.*
Uprooting weeds in Damian's veggie patch is a young girl, about 16. Her hair is well kept, long, and in loose, brown curls. her attire is more suited for a boy on a farm, a clear indication of where she grew up. Boots, overalls, and a coat.
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.
Damian walks outside to his garden to collect some vegetables when he sees them. He decides to watch and wait for them to notice him, crossing his arms as he leans against the fence, raising an eyebrow curiously, a fireball resting in his palm.
Antonio, who has been working at the Inn for the past few days to make a little money and get to know Domino’s family a little more walks over, dressed in his usual clothes, he puts a plate down “Hello, Ma'am. Can I get you anything?” He asks.
*retcon, 2nd is a she.*
She only pulls weeds, carefully tending to the plants. "I know you're watching me. These are your little ones, aren't they?" She asks, humming.
She shakes her head, running paws through her hair. "No... I just need a place to sit... for a few days..."
He sighs, putting the fireball out and beginning to help her, his care just as tender “It’s… been a bit since I… Nevermind, you don’t need to hear my troubles.” He says.
He sits down next to them, raising an eyebrow, “Well, you’re in an Inn, how about I pay a room for you? You seem like you need it.”
"We have our own troubles... But, I don't mind hearing yours... My... Our name is Willow." she says, smiling
"No... can't be in private... need to be watched... I'll hurt myself again if i'm not..."
“Nice to meet you both, Damian. Funny, I just solved the problem of two people in my body.” He chuckles, holding out a hand now covered in dirt.
“You hurt yourself? Oh no, that’s terrible. Maybe someone more qualified should talk to you, I’m no doctor or anything.”
She laughs, her barrel chest expanding with laughter as she slaps their shoulder “Ya got me with it, but don’t worry none, liked the happy memories.” She smiles.
He looks down to all of them, sighing as heavily as humanly possible “I would rather not have to deal with all of this.” (Quick question, would John get anything because he’s devoted himself to Riotan’s cult?)
“Just a little self hatred, you heard about me getting arrested right?”
Hayden blushes again a little. "No problem. Still working on rounding out my magic."
"I made these for you to kill! That's the whole point! They're little guys to practice your awesome paladin swordery with!"
"Yes, I did. But you're out, and doing well, aren't you?"
She notices the blush, “Yer doin’ real good, looks like a know a few people who’re real good with magic.”
He sighs “Okay, I was taking a nap, but thank you for the gift. Also, you can just call it swordsmanship.” He reaches down to one of them, picking it up curiously.
“In terms of life, quite, in terms of mental health, less so unfortunately.” He smiles “But I’ll be fine, I always am.”
"Thanks! I do my best..."
The quasit is made of rooster, rat, and lizard parts, and it squirms in futility. "That's a less fun word though!"
"Well, don't just push through and assume things will work out. Take time to address your pain and try and reconcile with it."
“Looks like yer best is real good, ain’t it?” She says, sitting her firewood down for a moment.
He begins slowly squeezing on it, his grip crushing as he plans to kill it this way “I…” He sighs “It’s not worth the effort with you.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me Thirteen, I already got the speech from Mauric and Saphuno. I’ll be okay.”
"I guess. I've seen stronger mages though."
"I'm not worth it? You've hurt my feelings." Rio pouts exaggeratedly.
"Good to hear."
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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.
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
Divine in nature.
”Vanilla. Want a hot cocoa?”
"N-no..." he says, shaking his head. "Why you botherin' a loser like me, mate?" he says in a smooth, heavy australiana accent.
Vanilla tilts his head. “Because you looked like you needed a hot cocoa. No? Maybe just some chocolate?”
"Mate, bugger off.. Please.... I just need a rest, and you smell so sweet, it's doin' me head in." he says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry… I just wanted to help…” he snaps his fingers, and the sugar sweet smell subsides. He sips his own hot cocoa.
"It ain't your fault, mate. I'm beyond help..."
“Aww, why’s that?”
"...I'm a sorry excuse for a predator... I can't keep myself off of drugs... I... hurt everybody I love, because I have... urges..." he says, beginning to tear up.
“Oh… I see, uhm… is there anything you could possibly need?”
He begins to walk, expecting them to follow, the silver mist seeming to follow where he goes.
She smirks softly once more “I will never taste anything that amazing ever again, or at least it’s not likely I will.”
She follows warily.
curious, he pricks his finger and tastes his own blood. ”wow… it does taste good… this is sort of what the food ambrosia tastes like.”
They are led to a damp cave, the sound of what is likely wolves inside.
She takes their hand, her own hand soft as could possibly be, “If only I could have more, but I only asked for that bit.”
Mother Misery leads the way, armed with an umbrella.
he chuckles nervously. ”yeah… but I’d rather not… give you any more of my blood.”
They find themselves in what appears to be the end of the cave, wolves sleeping on the ground, all gathered together. Henry leans against the entrance, sighing “Nad here we have it.”
She sighs, smiling instead of smirking “And I will not make you give me any more than you have.”
*ykw imma just have some fun who cares b/c I’m sad I can’t play sun/moon on switch* A young girl in a white dress and sun hat seems to be searching for something around the area
*guess who’s forced to buy a 3ds*
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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)
She laughs, her barrel chest expanding with laughter as she slaps their shoulder “Ya got me with it, but don’t worry none, liked the happy memories.” She smiles.
He looks down to all of them, sighing as heavily as humanly possible “I would rather not have to deal with all of this.” (Quick question, would John get anything because he’s devoted himself to Riotan’s cult?)
“Just a little self hatred, you heard about me getting arrested right?”
Hayden blushes again a little. "No problem. Still working on rounding out my magic."
"I made these for you to kill! That's the whole point! They're little guys to practice your awesome paladin swordery with!"
"Yes, I did. But you're out, and doing well, aren't you?"
She notices the blush, “Yer doin’ real good, looks like a know a few people who’re real good with magic.”
He sighs “Okay, I was taking a nap, but thank you for the gift. Also, you can just call it swordsmanship.” He reaches down to one of them, picking it up curiously.
“In terms of life, quite, in terms of mental health, less so unfortunately.” He smiles “But I’ll be fine, I always am.”
"Thanks! I do my best..."
The quasit is made of rooster, rat, and lizard parts, and it squirms in futility. "That's a less fun word though!"
"Well, don't just push through and assume things will work out. Take time to address your pain and try and reconcile with it."
“Looks like yer best is real good, ain’t it?” She says, sitting her firewood down for a moment.
He begins slowly squeezing on it, his grip crushing as he plans to kill it this way “I…” He sighs “It’s not worth the effort with you.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me Thirteen, I already got the speech from Mauric and Saphuno. I’ll be okay.”
"I guess. I've seen stronger mages though."
"I'm not worth it? You've hurt my feelings." Rio pouts exaggeratedly.
"Good to hear."
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t strong. Just, less so.” She pats their shoulder “Now, why do ya blush so much around me?”
He crushes the creature in his hand before looking to them “A threatened to stab you when we met, you’ll live a few sour words.”
He walks back into the kitchen “Do you want anything to eat? I’m getting better at cooking every day.”
Rio looks sympathetic and regretful. "I'm sorry. But I want to legitimately help you. Just tell me something I can do for you, and I'll do it. Nothing asked in return."
"I didn't kill that poor ferret, though, somebody did. Here, try it." he tosses them a note, open to the page containing the details of Felix's death. "Those details don't match how he died. Try it. Write my name in it. Look into my eyes while you do." he cackles, staring at them.
"19 in human terms. shes the light of my life, other than my husband..."
"I need somebody to help me get clean..." he says, sniffling.
"...huh??" Mauric looks at it, then writes 'Omi' on the page, staring into your eyes.
"In human terms?"
"Of course. Don't worry. I'll help however you need."
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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.
(how are you doing)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
* Oh naur *
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
*Stomach pain*
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
“Looks like yer best is real good, ain’t it?” She says, sitting her firewood down for a moment.
He begins slowly squeezing on it, his grip crushing as he plans to kill it this way “I…” He sighs “It’s not worth the effort with you.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me Thirteen, I already got the speech from Mauric and Saphuno. I’ll be okay.”
(sorry to hear that)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
They are led to a damp cave, the sound of what is likely wolves inside.
She takes their hand, her own hand soft as could possibly be, “If only I could have more, but I only asked for that bit.”
"I have." He growls.
"Your daughter? How old is she?"
Rio looks sympathetic and regretful. "I'm sorry. But I want to legitimately help you. Just tell me something I can do for you, and I'll do it. Nothing asked in return."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Nice to meet you both, Damian. Funny, I just solved the problem of two people in my body.” He chuckles, holding out a hand now covered in dirt.
“You hurt yourself? Oh no, that’s terrible. Maybe someone more qualified should talk to you, I’m no doctor or anything.”
Mother Misery leads the way, armed with an umbrella.
he chuckles nervously. ”yeah… but I’d rather not… give you any more of my blood.”
"I guess. I've seen stronger mages though."
"I'm not worth it? You've hurt my feelings." Rio pouts exaggeratedly.
"Good to hear."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh… I see, uhm… is there anything you could possibly need?”
They find themselves in what appears to be the end of the cave, wolves sleeping on the ground, all gathered together. Henry leans against the entrance, sighing “Nad here we have it.”
She sighs, smiling instead of smirking “And I will not make you give me any more than you have.”
*guess who’s forced to buy a 3ds*
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)
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t strong. Just, less so.” She pats their shoulder “Now, why do ya blush so much around me?”
He crushes the creature in his hand before looking to them “A threatened to stab you when we met, you’ll live a few sour words.”
He walks back into the kitchen “Do you want anything to eat? I’m getting better at cooking every day.”
"...huh??" Mauric looks at it, then writes 'Omi' on the page, staring into your eyes.
"In human terms?"
"Of course. Don't worry. I'll help however you need."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I have to go!*