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.”
"What? No I don't..."
"Maybe little things hurt me more than larger things because they fit through the chinks in my armor." He pouts.
"I am alright, but thank you for offering."
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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.
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."
He can see that the details for Felix's death don't match up. "So, after fourty seconds, I should die, right? According to the inside cover of the note?"
"Herangon age different... I'm only about 20 years old, but a human at my age would be 40-ish. We mature quickly, and then age slower."
"Thank you..." he says, clinging to Riotan. "My name is Mac..."
"Uhhhh..." He flips to the dust jacket.
"Oh. So how old is she in regular terms?"
Rio hugs him back. "I'm Riotan. Glad to meet you. So where do we need to go?"
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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.
Samaritan is grumbling while sharpening his knives. Riotan smells like someone else, not someone else's blood but someone else's scent. He is possessive to horrible more but isn't going to act on his jealousy.
Ichigo has called down a bit, reading a book as to calm down. He and his cat sit in the forest despite it being horribly cold.
Home is in Loriche's camp, thinking that he is talking to her but the Wolf is actually impersonating her.
Samaritan is grumbling while sharpening his knives. Riotan smells like someone else, not someone else's blood but someone else's scent. He is possessive to horrible more but isn't going to act on his jealousy.
Home is in Loriche's camp, thinking that he is talking to her but the Wolf is actually impersonating her.
Riotan walks up behind him, oblivious, and kisses him on the cheek. "Hiiii!"
Loriche was out gathering scrap metal. She walks back to camp and tilts her head towards Home. "Who you talking to?"
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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.
Samaritan is grumbling while sharpening his knives. Riotan smells like someone else, not someone else's blood but someone else's scent. He is possessive to horrible more but isn't going to act on his jealousy.
Home is in Loriche's camp, thinking that he is talking to her but the Wolf is actually impersonating her.
Riotan walks up behind him, oblivious, and kisses him on the cheek. "Hiiii!"
Loriche was out gathering scrap metal. She walks back to camp and tilts her head towards Home. "Who you talking to?"
Samaritan narrows his eyes and nods "How are you?" He asks, his tone clipped.
"Huh? Oh, wasn't that just you I was talking to?" He looks confused.
*i don’t have a character, so let’s do smth fun. Anyone, give me a race*
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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)
Samaritan is grumbling while sharpening his knives. Riotan smells like someone else, not someone else's blood but someone else's scent. He is possessive to horrible more but isn't going to act on his jealousy.
Home is in Loriche's camp, thinking that he is talking to her but the Wolf is actually impersonating her.
Riotan walks up behind him, oblivious, and kisses him on the cheek. "Hiiii!"
Loriche was out gathering scrap metal. She walks back to camp and tilts her head towards Home. "Who you talking to?"
Samaritan narrows his eyes and nods "How are you?" He asks, his tone clipped.
"Huh? Oh, wasn't that just you I was talking to?" He looks confused.
"...good... Are you alright?" He sits down beside Samaritan.
".........no.......?"
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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 probably have to go, it’s been fun my peoples. I care for you all deeply, love you, goodbye.*
"What? No I don't..."
"Maybe little things hurt me more than larger things because they fit through the chinks in my armor." He pouts.
"I am alright, but thank you for offering."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*see you!*
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 back to work tomorrow:(*
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'm sorry*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(well that sucks)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Uhhhh..." He flips to the dust jacket.
"Oh. So how old is she in regular terms?"
Rio hugs him back. "I'm Riotan. Glad to meet you. So where do we need to go?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan is grumbling while sharpening his knives. Riotan smells like someone else, not someone else's blood but someone else's scent. He is possessive to horrible more but isn't going to act on his jealousy.
Ichigo has called down a bit, reading a book as to calm down. He and his cat sit in the forest despite it being horribly cold.
Home is in Loriche's camp, thinking that he is talking to her but the Wolf is actually impersonating her.
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
Riotan walks up behind him, oblivious, and kisses him on the cheek. "Hiiii!"
Loriche was out gathering scrap metal. She walks back to camp and tilts her head towards Home. "Who you talking to?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and nods "How are you?" He asks, his tone clipped.
"Huh? Oh, wasn't that just you I was talking to?" He looks confused.
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 don’t have a character, so let’s do smth fun. Anyone, give me a race*
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)
"...good... Are you alright?" He sits down beside Samaritan.
".........no.......?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*thri-kreen*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Excuse me? You’re sending what? Also I’m back.*
*I’m back for a little bit yall, sorry.*